Its an unforgettable night burned in my brain forever. I was never so scared in all my life.
The piecing shrieks. The blood-curdling screams. The gnashing of teeth. It’s the terrible night this landscape photographer learned that demons, goblins and gnomes never sleep.
Here is how it went down…
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim… I had to stop for the night.
I pulled over and angled into a mysterious canyon to seek shelter from now howling winds.
After a short restless sleep the gargoyles emerged. Insane stone devil worshipers danced naked throughout the moonless night.
I couldn’t move. I was trapped within a hideous nightly ritual in a forever damned place.
An ugly, screeching queen barked unspeakable orders to her obedient, crazed followers.
And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”.
And in the master’s chambers, they gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can’t kill the beast.
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.
“Relax”, said the night man, “We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave!”