Searching For Wisdom In A Hall of Mirrors

March 10, 2020 at 10:59 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , )

Searching For Wisdom In A Hall of Mirrors

In a quiet room in London
Van Helsing sat
He looked over at his old black and white TV from the 1950s
That he had bought from a vintage antique shop 

The TV was off 
But he could imagine images on the TV screen
Pope Francis, like the Soup Nazi from the old Seinfeld TV show, wagging his finger and saying to the Catholic Faithful,
“No Holy Communion Sacrifice of The Mass for you”,
A girl with purple hair in a pink convertible singing her own version of an old Danish pop group Aqua song,
“I’m a Corona girl in a Corona world, it’s fantastic,
Our oceans are filled with plastic…”
Russian President Vladimir Putin proclaiming that 2024 (the 100th Anniversary of Lenin’s Death) will be year 0 for the new Russian Constitution
So since things are starting anew, he can run for 2 new six year Presidential terms 
Allowing him to remain in power until 2036
Donald Trump waving off testing for the Coronavirus and saying,
“I’m so jealous of Vladimir Putin right now”
Justin Trudeau dressed as a blackfaced 17th Century Jamaican pirate aboard a ship 
And singing his own version of an old sea shanty folk song,
“What shall we do with the Coronavirus? 
What shall we do with the Coronavirus?
So earl-lie in the morning,
Way hey, up she rises 
Way hey, up she rises”
And the Coronavirus rises as a beautiful woman 
Holding a golden cup full of… wine?
(But Bela Lugosi’s Dracula does not drink wine)
And rising while sitting on a 10-headed 7-horned beast

Dracul wondered, Where is wisdom?

He found himself walking through the Hall of Mirrors 
In the 1947 Orson Welles film 
The Lady From Shanghai
Before the mirrors had all been shot out by some of the protagonists of that story
And there in one of the mirrors he saw

Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom

So here is wisdom, Dracul thought to himself,
Lost in a mirror in a Hall of Mirrors.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 10th
2020.

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Reblog of Ghost Ship: The Flying Dutchman Sails On and On

March 5, 2020 at 10:25 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic, Gothic poem, Gothic romance, History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

A supernatural narrative poem and vampire novel chapter I wrote over a year and 3 months ago:

Dracul Van Helsing

On a moonlit night the sky’s spotlight
casts its rays down on tonight’s performer
a sailing ship rising out of the mist
in a globe theatre where sea and sky do meet
From underneath the water Poseidon’s hand
seems to rise from below the depths
lifting the old Dutchman like a pearl of great price
as an offering and a gift to Diana’s lantern in the night sky

Oh ship of mighty oak and sturdy deck and towering masts
what a price thou hast paid
for having for a master one Captain Hendrick Van der Decken
He who would make league and sup with the Devil
to have the fastest ship that would sail to the East Indies and back

And so there at the Cape of Good Hope
ship, master and crew would lose all hope
as Captain Hendrick stood on deck at the wheel
and cursed the wind…

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Countess Draculina, Justin, A Gender Confused Wombat and A Pot Smoking Walrus

February 24, 2020 at 11:09 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Countess Draculina, Justin, A Gender Confused Wombat and A Pot Smoking Walrus

Justin entered the mirror.

And felt the wet sand under his feet.

What happened to his shoes and socks he wondered?

The Basilides gnostic god Abraxas had them on his two feet (which were heads of serpents) in another dimension.

Walking through two inter-dimensional portal mirrors on the same night can cause stuff to go missing.

Which was always the noted Australian entertainer Uncle Ernie’s explanation whenever his g-string style jock strap fell off while he was on the stage in his drag queen show and the audience could see what he had (or lack thereof!).

Justin looked at the vampiress who stood before him.

“A little bird tells me that you’re the Countess Draculina the daughter of Count Dracula,” Justin spoke with his usual meandering manner of speaking.

Countess Draculina leaned forward and shouted “Boo!”.

The little hummingbird on Justin’s shoulder flew away.

“I didn’t know there was a full moon tonight,” Justin looked at the full moon and the Scottish castle behind Countess Draculina.

“That is an illusion,” Draculina laughed, “caused by a great searchlight (invented by Nikola Tesla) casting its full moon signal into the air.”

“Will signs and wonders never cease?” Justin used a fine tooth comb to remove gray hairs from his hair.

“Those signs and wonders will soon increase and increase,” Draculina licked the blood off her lips just as an Australian wombat (who was actually Uncle Ernie shapeshifting from another dimension) crawled up and licked the blood off her breasts atop her low-cut gothic attire mini dress.

“And what is the purpose of all these signs and wonders?” Justin asked as he inhaled pot smoke that was being exhaled by a pot smoking Arctic walrus that had just crawled on to the shore from the sea.

The ghost of John Lennon appeared on one of the high towers of the distant Scottish castle and began singing a paraphrased version of one of his old hits, “Imagine all the people worshipping the Antichrist… someday you’ll join us and the world will be as one.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher 
Monday February 24th
2020.

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Inside Magical Mystery Tour

February 23, 2020 at 11:36 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, Gothic romance, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Inside Magical Mystery Tour 

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was inside his greenhouse.

He was staring at the late Victorian/early Edwardian era antique mirror that stood in the place where his pot smoking and cannabis exhaling desert cactus plant Strawberry Fields Forever had once stood.

A mirror that reflected neither Justin’s image nor the area of the greenhouse around him.

For within its glass was the image of a closed rare and used book store at the intersection of a dark alley and desolate London street at night.

“Where’s my pot smoking cactus plant?” Justin asked, “I thought I was getting a pot smoking cactus plant called Magical Mystery Tour?”.

“Enter the mirror, stupid,” a voice from the bookshop inside the mirror spoke.

“Did you just tell me to enter the mirror?” Justin asked.

“Brilliant deduction,” the voice answered.

Justin walked into the mirror and found himself standing at the corner of desolate street and dark alley in London.

The only thing within his sight was the closed used book store.

Mist which smelled a lot like pot smoke filled the dark London street.

He decided to try to open the door of the closed book store that was called Tezcatlipoca’s Antiquarium and Rare Books.

Sure enough the door opened and a bell above the door rang indicating a customer was entering the shop.

The old shop owner who was a skeleton covered in cob webs looked up from the cob web and dust covered book he was reading called The Brothers Grimm Grimoire.

He got up to greet Justin and his skull fell off.

Whereupon the rest of his bones fell apart as well.

A volume called Old Yale University Alumni fell off one of the book shelves and landed on top of the skull and bones.

Justin walked to the back of the bookstore where he saw a pot of coffee brewing.

The pot of coffee was next to an antique mirror (much like the one in Justin’s greenhouse) except this mirror reflected the book shelves round about as well as Justin’s own image.

A bony finger emerged from inside the mirror and pointed at the coffee pot and an old ceramic cup bearing the image of what looked to be an old Aztec deity.

“Take and drink,” a voice inside the mirror commanded.

Justin poured himself a cup of coffee.

He added cream that he poured from a small statue of the Egyptian cow goddess Hathor.

He added sugar from packets of sugar marked Uncle Ernie’s Sugar Free Sugar that had the inscription at the back Aleister Crowley approved.

He used a skull insignia emblazoned spoon to stir the concoction.

He drank.

Justin then looked at the mirror and saw this image:

Countess Draculina in front of a castle on the West Coast of Scotland

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday February 23rd
2020.

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Maria Orsic On Ghost Pine Lake

February 17, 2020 at 11:58 am (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic romance, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel)

Maria Orsic On Ghost Pine Lake

The year was 1947.

And the Austro-Croatian mystic Maria Orsic was at Ghost Pine Lake in Central Alberta.

She had somewhat of an adventuresome 2 years.

When Nazi Germany unconditionally surrendered on May 8th 1945, she had carried with her a briefcase showing drafts of flying saucers that would be able to fly using Vril energy.

Maria Orsic had been hoping to flee the country.

But she had been conked on the head by an officer of the U.S. Office of Strategic Services (predecessor to the American CIA) and her briefcase containing the flying saucer and Vril energy drafts were stolen by that operative.

When she awoke, she had found herself in the Elysian Fields in the arms of Napoleon Bonaparte.

Apparently Hermes in his role as Psychopomp (guide of the souls of the Dead to and through the Underworld) had mistaken the unconscious Maria Orsic for being dead and had taken her down there.

Hermes made the mistake because he had been drunkenly carousing with Dionysus/Bacchus the night before.

As punishment for this drunken fiasco and mishap, an angry Zeus decreed that Hermes was to be present at the birth of a baby who would grow up to be the notorious Australian character who called himself Uncle Ernie.

Hermes would never recover from being present at that particular Nativity (at which magic mushroom eating transvestite 3 foot tall dwarf demons sang Glory Be To Crowley In The Highest) and was still being treated for PTSD by Psyche’s psychiatrist to this day.

Maria Orsic would be escorted by Persephone back up to Earth.

And today she found herself at boat races being held at Ghost Pine Lake.

Among the competitors would be one Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau.

He would be competing under the name of Jack Pipe.

Maria Orsic had recognized Jack Pipe’s photo when she read a Boat Racing News magazine issue in a Chicago hairstylist’s salon.

So she went northwest to Ghost Pine Lake.

Meanwhile Dracul Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles were also present at Ghost Pine Lake on this day in 1947.

They had traveled back in time using the Houdini-Tesla-Pantages-Welles-Lamarr prototype magic lantern (a magic lantern that served as an instrument of time travel).

The reason for their time travelling excursions was a series of peculiar phenomena that were happening in Alberta in the year 2020.

A ghost white buffalo had been spotted wandering through Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park east of the town of Huxley (named after the famous Darwinian evolutionist Thomas Huxley. Huxley was currently roasting away on a spit down in Tartarus and was now a convinced creationist).

The last time a Ghost White Buffalo had been seen in these parts was back during the dreadfully cold winter of 1907-08.

In addition, the ghost of the Headless Horseman of Ghost Pine Lake (a Cree indigenous warrior who had lost his head in battle to the tomahawk of a Blackfoot indigenous warrior) was starting to show up on nights that were not moon lit.

Previously the ghost had only looked for his head on moonlit nights.

Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol was convinced something unusual was happening in the Supernatural realm.

Pope Francis who was a Marxist dialectical materialist disagreed.

In between takes of his shooting a music video (a remake of the 1980s video where a sexy looking Belinda Carlisle sings “We’ll make Heaven a place on Earth…), the Pope told reporters as such.

The video remake of Heaven Is A Place On Earth where Pope Francis sings and performs what was done by Belinda Carlisle in the original video was taking a long time to shoot as each new director of the music video inevitably ended up committing hari kari after each shooting of a scene.

And so on Whitstable’s recommendation, Dracul Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles had traveled back in time and place to Ghost Pine Lake in 1947 where the Vril Society medium Maria Orsic was watching Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau race a boat.

“Dracul!” Maria shouted as she recognized the Canadian vampire hunter with whom she had had previous cosmic encounters.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Monday February 17th
2020.

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Qonzilqointec Takes In Carmen At The Royal Opera House

February 4, 2020 at 11:59 pm (Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, love, Music, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Qonzilqointec Takes In Carmen At The Royal Opera House

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was in London.

She was to meet her date Dracul Van Helsing this evening to attend the Royal Opera House performance of Georges Bizet’s Carmen.

Interestingly enough, the Bavarian and Austro-Hungarian goat demon Krampus (who had been down in Cornwall visiting his father’s grave) had had tickets to attend this evening’s performance of Carmen.

But at the last minute, the goat demon had come down with a severe allergy to the melody and tune of the song Habanera that Carmen sings in Act 1.

And that was his favourite part of the whole opera so Krampus was unable to attend.

He left his ticket at the box office so some last minute person could buy it.

The ticket was purchased by Dr. Cadbury Rocher who had just finished his final touches on the cannabis pot smoking cactus plant Magical Mystery Tour that was to be delivered to Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in Ottawa.

Qonzilqointec and Dracul talked to Dr. Rocher in the lobby prior to curtain call.

They discussed the Iowa caucus which turned out to be a public relations disaster for the U.S. Democratic Party.

The app that was supposed to give the results to the State Committee had failed.

“I was just talking to Renfield about this,” Dr. Rocher said to the Aztec vampiress and Van Helsing referring to the British MP who served on the UK House of Commons Intelligence and Foreign Affairs Committee, “and he’s already determined what happened. Apparently the app was hacked by the billionaire Egyptian vampire Set’s pet cat Nefertiti Galore, Boris Johnson’s pet Jack Russell-cross dog Dilyn and a couple of Her Majesty the Queen’s Welsh corgis.”

“Who did the Iowa Democrats get to develop this app for them?” Dracul inquired.

“Apparently some nutty Australian who calls himself Uncle Ernie,” Rocher replied, “who interestingly enough was arrested at London’s Heathrow Airport yesterday for trying to enter the country illegally. To say nothing of showing up at airport Customs in the nude.”

The Royal Opera House announcer announced that this evening’s performance would start in 5 minutes.

The three headed into the auditorium to take their seats.

Krampus who was listening to the performance on the radio while taking a bath in his hotel room broke into a severe case of hives when the lead female singer playing Carmen started singing Habanera.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 4th
2020

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Leya

January 18, 2020 at 11:53 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mystery, News, Spy Tales, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Leya

Back on July 7th 2013, Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley (then a British Labour MP at the time) had made out with the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith in a maternity ward in the West Bank town of Bethlehem.

9 months later, Lilith gave birth to a baby girl.

The girl she handed over to Dr. Nicht Werhoffen a scientist for the Russian FSB (who had previously worked for the East German Stasi prior to the fall of the Berlin Wall).

Dr. Werhoffen put the baby in a test tube and had accelerated her growth so she reached adulthood within the space of 6 months.

He then sent her to spy on the Israeli Mossad so that Russia could see what the Israelis were up to.

Leya was put in to serve as a stenographer to Jeffrey Epstein who ran a notorious child sex trafficking ring in the U.S. designed to blackmail American politicians of all political stripes to serve Israel’s interests.

Epstein being the horny predatory bastard that he was tried to make his own moves on Leya but she had the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (from a DNA gene she inherited from her father the Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley) and bit the Mossad operative where it hurt the most.

When Epstein was arrested on July 6th of last year on federal charges for the sex trafficking of minors in Florida and New York, Leya found herself out of a job as a stenographer.

She left both the Mossad and the FSB and went to the United Kingdom where she knew her father had lived.

Her mother Lilith had wanted nothing to do with her.

So now she decided to track down her father.

All she knew of him was that he had once been a British Member of Parliament.

She ended up bathing in the waters off the coast of Cornwall during the last wolf moon back on January 10th of this year.

She had been told by a London gypsy seer and medium Dulcinea Lucia that her father generally bathed in the waters off the coast of Cornwall on the night of the Wolf Moon but there was no sign of him.

Dulcinea Lucia was not mistaken.

Magog Rhys Petley usually did do that.

But not this year.

As he had to move his private eye office (which he partnered with former British Conservative MP Agathor Christie) to a cheaper location in London at the time of the Wolf Moon.

The song Leya sang to herself that lonely night of the Wolf Moon in the cold Cornish coastal waters:

Where are you, Dad?
I thought you’d be here

On this cold and lonely night 
I wanted to hold you tight 
Tell me who I am, where I’m from
On this night of crystal frost
I look into the sky, seeming lost 

I see your face in the moon
Wish I could feel your presence soon
And now I turn, I turn into you
I cry, I cry out loud 

On this night of mist and cloud
Where, oh where? You’re not there
These tears of salt, an ocean to spare 
This loneliness, it drives to despair

It’s been said, this too shall pass 
This emptiness, it will not last 

I will now head to the shore 
Devoid of the hope I held before, 
The moon it shines sending its beams
But on this night, it casts shadows on my dreams.

-A vampire novel chapter
and poem 
written by Christopher
Saturday January 18th
2020.

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The New Roaring 20s Off To A Roaring Start

January 1, 2020 at 11:28 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic romance, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

The New Roaring 20s Off To A Roaring Start

The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka welcomed the year of 2020 with a burst of silver snowflakes and paper raindrops.

The obnoxious Achilles was back in Hades and her friend Belvedere the ghost of the Ghost White Salamander went to the Times of London Berlin bureau to discuss his coverage of the New Year’s Eve literary gala with that newspaper’s bureau chief.

The Olympian Greek god Zeus, who had crashed the party posing as the author of a book on Greek mythogy, had to be carried out on a stretcher and taken to a Berlin hospital.

This happened after Zeus’ wife Hera (who was an officially invited guest to the New Year’s Eve literary gala party) had hit her husband over the head with a statue of the Egyptian goddess Sekhmet. 

Leaving the party in the early hours of January 1st, Tanaka boarded the New Year’s Day dirigible from Berlin to London.

She arrived in London, had breakfast with her friend Dracul Van Helsing and then joined him in viewing the London New Year’s Day Parade.

. . .

In Alexandria Egypt, the Norse trickster god Loki was enjoying a New Year’s Day morning breakfast with Hades the Greek god of the Underworld.

Loki was meeting Hades because he had come up with a plan to add a bit of mischief to the New Year.

“So, what is your plan?” Hades asked Loki between plates of scrambled eggs.

“I think you should grant the ghost of America’s greatest trial criminal defence lawyer Clarence Darrow a temporary dispensation to leave your realm and come back up to Earth,” Loki suggested.

“And why should I do that?” Hades inquired.

“To defend Donald Trump at his trial in the Senate,” Loki smiled mischievously.

“That would certainly ruin Nancy Pelosi’s and Sen. Chuck Schumer’s New Year if I did that,” Hades admitted, “I’ll have to think it over.”

The Israeli Mossad agent code named Star of Azazel was sitting over at the next table across from the two deities.

He smiled at the suggestion.

But he would have to act quickly.

For Star of Azazel was already on his way to Washington DC to meet with Trump.

His proposal to Trump was a way for both the American President and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu to escape serious charges in both their respective countries.

And that was to wage war on Iran.

Nothing helps a political leader more than to wage war as a form of distraction for their respective populace.

. . .

The ghost of Alexander the Great had been allowed to leave the realm of Hades for the first time in over 2300 years.

He had appeared out of nowhere aboard a Greek cruise ship sailing in the Mediterranean.

The only thing Alexander knew about his dispensational leave from the realm of Hades was that Zeus had requested it.

Alexander had with him the surprisingly 21st Century tech savvy 3-headed dog Cerberus to guide him through the opening year of this decade.

Cerberus was on his Huawei smart phone (which unbeknownst to him was being monitored by the Black Dragon the supernatural entity advisor to China’s supreme leader Xi Jinping) trying to get in touch with Zeus.

Cerberus managed to reach Zeus’ Amazon assistant Alexa the Magnificent (a Greek Amazon Warrioress with a very nice pair of knockers).

Alexa told Cerberus that Zeus was currently in the comatose patient unit of a Berlin hospital where German Chancellor Angela Merkel was sitting at his bedside reciting to him passages from Homer.

“Zeus is unavailable at the moment,” Cerberus informed Alexander The Great.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 1st
2020.

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Zeus’ New Year’s Eve In Berlin

December 31, 2019 at 11:50 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Zeus’ New Year’s Eve In Berlin 

When the Greek god Zeus heard the news that the Germanic god Wotan (aka the Norse god Odin) would be spending his New Year’s Eve in Athens, Greece watching Greek lady belly dancers in the city’s tavernas (although Odin/Wotan told his wife Freya that he’d be snow bowling as opposed to lawn bowling with Thor up at the North Pole), Zeus decided that he’d attend a New Year’s Eve party in the German capital of Berlin.

Buying the latest men’s tuxedo from a fashionable and upscale London tailor (where British Prime Minister Boris Johnson purchased his suits), Zeus flew an old Zeppelin dirigible from London to Berlin.

One of the guests aboard the New Year’s Eve dirigible for select celebrities (of which the Grecian sky god of Mount Olympus was considered to be one) was a former advisor to Donald Trump (who had just discovered hours earlier that he had apparently lost his job on the last day of this year when he read about it in one of the American leader’s recent tweets).

Overdosing on strawberry daiquiris, he got the lead out from the Zeppelin via his rear end when he sat on the edge of the dirigible deck and mooned various U.S. consulates and embassies (that the airship flew over on its way to Berlin) as his own personal form of retaliation.

Zeus was looking very dapper and debonair as he got off the Zeppelin and proceeded to chase anyone wearing a skirt (although he quickly reached the conclusion that the tea members of Berlin’s LGBTQ community wasn’t quite what he had in mind and vowed to be more observant and diligent on his Berlin night out).

As for the now former advisor to Donald Trump, when what was left of him was taken off the airship, they were able to bury all of him in a cigar box and place him 6 feet under in a Berlin cemetery.

Zeus reached a Berlin publishing company’s New Year’s Eve party and decided to crash it.

Posing as the author of a book on Greek mythology, the bearded Olympian was let in.

Zeus noted that his son Dionysus (aka Bacchus) was there.

After 9 PM in the evening, Dionysus fell asleep with his head in the gigantic punch bowl where it remained the rest of the night (with no one bothering to remove it as patrons and guests just scooped up their glasses of punch around the drunken deity’s head).

The Greek hero Achilles was there having recently been granted a temporary dispensation from the Underworld by Hades and Persephone.

Achilles was trying to put the moves on the (quite literally) immortal beautiful Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka who was currently visiting Germany from the U.S. Dakotas.

Belvedere the ghost of a Ghost White Salamander and a reporter for the Times of London was covering the New Year’s Eve literary gala.

During his mortal human life back in the 19th Century (how he ended up the ghost of a Ghost White Salamander and ceased being human was one long sad story), Belvedere had been good friends with the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka and her grandfather White Hawk (who was a great Lakota Sioux Medicine Man).

In fact the three had celebrated together Chief Sitting Bull’s victory over George Armstrong Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.

Noticing that Tanaka was being bothered by the obnoxious and egotistical so-called “hero” of the Trojan War, Belvedere used a spectral bow and arrow (the spirit of the material physical bow and arrow that had been given him as a gift by White Hawk) and fired a spectral arrow at Achilles’ spectral heel.

“Damn! Not again!” Achilles shouted as a group of models wearing the latest dress fashions from Paris and carrying apples in their hands did a catwalk through the party hall.

Achilles fell over and once again departed to the realm of Hades.

Just then Zeus noticed 3 beautiful women standing against the wall by one of the balcony windows.

The Olympian decided to go over and make a move hoping to bring in the New Year with a bang- and possibly three- if he was lucky.

However a huge damper was about to fall on Zeus’ plans for the evening when his wife Hera stepped off the elevator into the party room.

She had been invited to the party by the President of the Berlin Publishing Company.

Hera noticed Zeus chatting up the three beauties.

New Year’s Eve fireworks soon went off.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday December 31st
2019.

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The Hoover-Orsic Transcripts

December 20, 2019 at 11:35 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Gothic romance, History, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mythology, News, Romance, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The Hoover-Orsic Transcripts

“I never thought it would be so much fun burglaring J. Edgar Hoover’s office at the FBI Building in Washington DC,” the ghost of Orson Welles remarked to Dracul Van Helsing.

Using a miniature time tunnel that Dr. Cadbury Rocher was working on at Set Enterprises in London, the pair had temporarily travelled back in time to Washington DC in 1939.

What sent the certainly unusual dynamic duo on their mission was a message that Dracul Van Helsing had received from Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol.

Whitstable was currently in the German capital Berlin investigating an attempt to open up the unmarked grave of Nazi SS officer Reinhard Heydrich.

The Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau vampire Franz Kohler and Gavin Brown a voodoo practitioner with ties to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation were the ones responsible for trying to dig up Heydrich’s grave.

The attempt ended after the grave digging gang of six men were attacked by a flock of pigeons.

Whitstable in his investigation had discovered that Franz Kohler believed the transcripts of a secret meeting between J. Edgar Hoover and Maria Orsic of the occultic Vril Society that took place in Washington DC in 1939 had been buried with Heydrich’s remains.

A computerized laser examination of Heydrich’s grave yesterday using technology developed by Dr. Cadbury Rocher had shown there were no documents in Heydrich’s casket.

But now Whitstable was curious as to why Kohler wanted a copy of those transcripts.

Whitstable discovered that the meeting between Maria Orsic and J. Edgar Hoover had taken place on December 18th 1939.

Whitstable relayed that information to Van Helsing.

Seeing as how Dr. Rocher wanted a test for his time tunnel, he offered to send Van Helsing to J. Edgar Hoover’s office 80 years ago today.

And Van Helsing could steal Hoover’s copy of the transcripts.

The ghost of Orson Welles (who along with the ghost of Winston Churchill was serving as a spirit advisor to British MP Renfield R. Renfield) offered to go along with Van Helsing for the ride.

And so now here they were searching through Hoover’s drawers (his file drawers that is!) trying to find any transcripts of a meeting between Hoover and the Vril Society medium Maria Orsic.

“Gentlemen,” said the Norse goddess Freya as she sat in Hoover’s office smoking a cigarette, “I presume you’re looking for the transcripts of the meeting between Mr. Hoover and Miss Orsic?”.

“We are,” Van Helsing answered.

“Well then follow me,” Freya got up and walked over to another part of the office.

“With pleasure,” Van Helsing replied as he followed her.

“Oh, to be mortal again,” Welles’ ghost sighed.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Friday December 20th
2019.

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