Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Terror in the Night - A Halloween Story




My two-level brick home was dark, quiet and still. The outdoors was void of sound except for a passing vehicle. I slept in my queen-sized bed while Jazz and Kibby kept their nightly vigil in the darkness of the room. I was enjoying a blissful night of sleep until I heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen. Jazz and Kibby were resting at the foot of the bed; so it was not one of the canines drinking water or eating a morsel of food. Feeling sleep overcome me once again, I decided to ignore the sound.

Some time later, I heard the noise again. The dogs were perfectly still and asleep on the bed. However, in addition to the noise drifting from the kitchen; I began to hear footsteps walking across the floor. The house seemed to settle and crack with each step. "Why aren't the dogs barking? Is someone in the house?" I asked myself. Remaining perfectly still in the bed, my heart began to increase its rhythm as my breathing became harder. "If I can just move, I can jump the intruder," I thought. But, I couldn't move. It seemed like I had been drugged. "Did Jazz and Kibby slip something in my bourbon that has left me completely paralyzed?" I had wondered.

The footsteps moved closer and closer to my bedroom. My heart was beating furiously. "Bark! Jazz and Kibby! Bark! Then, I can move!" I screamed within my mind - all to no avail. The footsteps paused at my bedroom door. "Why isn't the burglar alarm working? Who is this that has invaded my home?" I screamed in my head. Slowly and gingerly the footsteps moved closer to my bed. There were no sounds from the dogs. They were completely oblivious to my terror in the night. "Is this a dream? Is this some sort of ghost that has entered my home? Why can't I move? If only I can move. God! Please!" I thought.

The footsteps paused for moment. Then, the intruder sat on the bed. "Oh, God! I can't move! Jazz and Kibby are refusing to bark! The alarm has failed to work! Somebody help me!" I thought. Suddenly, the intruder placed his arms around me as I slowly opened my eyes.

The intruder that had entered my home was the ghostly image of my late father. I exhaled and woke up to the morning light...

In the meantime, until next week - keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"I have to pray before I read your blog postings." ~ A regular blog reader.

Coming Soon:
Behind Every Dark Cloud
The Critically Acclaimed Novel
The Second Edition

All of my books and ebooks are available at http://www.iuniverse.com/ and http://www.xlibris.com/ - Charles Carroll Lee.

A Harvest Moon (Repost)





One fall evening as the harvest moon was making her grand appearance, Mom and Dad had asked my sister, Belinda,  to take me to the neighborhood store with her to pick up a few items. With a slight huff, she consented. We walked down the long street leading to Sonny's Grocery Store and Grill. Hand-in-hand, we crossed the busy street and entered the semi-crowded establishment. All of Belinda's friends were in attendance. Sonny was ringing sales on the cash register and music from the grill section of the store was flowing through the air. It was a warm, friendly and safe atmosphere.

I didn't know a soul in this place except for Sonny. Belinda laughed and talked with her friends in the grill while I decided to wander through the store aisles. Minutes passed and I couldn't find my big sister. Leaving Sonny's Store, I stood outdoors in the fall air trying to see if she was waiting for me. I proceeded across the street and into the darkness. Dogs barked in the background. Wolves howled at the moon. Porch lights flickered as I traveled along the narrow street. Black cats dashed passed me as my heart rate increased its rhythm. Bats flew from the trees and into the night. A witch's silhouette had eclipsed the golden moon. Ghosts had encircled my trembling body. My mouth became as dry as a desert from the frightening experience. When I came to the end of the road, I found a large house on the right, walked up the steps and turned the door knob with my small hand. Entering the house with a creaky door; a deep, bass voice asked, "What are you doing here, alone?" as I trembled in fear. "Close the door," he commanded.

Meanwhile, inside Sonny's Store - Belinda yells, "Where is my little brother? He's gone! Somebody help me find him! Oh, God!" The store patrons scrambled about searching for me - underneath tables - in the restroom - behind the counters - in the kitchen - all to no avail. With a heavy chest and mind, Belinda returned home wondering how to break the news to Mom and Dad that I was gone - forever.

Walking into our house; the deep, bass voice asked, "Where is your little brother?"
Belinda replied, "Daddy, I lost him."
Smiling slightly, Daddy replied, "No, you didn't. He got here a little while ago. He's in the bedroom in his pajamas."
"What? He's here?" Belinda yelled. "Charles C.! Come here!"
Returning to the living room, I said, "What?"
"What happened to you?" Belinda asked.
"Well, I thought you had left me at Sonny's. So, I walked home," I replied.
"I had the whole store looking for you! Dang, boy!" offered Belinda with relief.
Interrupting our conversation, Mom said, "Belinda, since tomorrow is Halloween; you can take Charles C. 'trick-or-treating.'"  She thought, "As payback for losing your brother."

So, there I was on Halloween night dressed in my "Casper the Friendly Ghost" costume and mask. The harvest moon illuminated our path as we spoke to other trick-or-treater's. I carried an orange jack-o-lantern to receive my trick or treat candy in one hand and with the other hand I tightly held my favorite sister. Well, she's my only sister. Later that night, my jack-o-lantern got so heavy from the candy, I could hardly carry it at six-years-old. The teenage Belinda didn't offer to carry it, either. Can you blame her?

(Okay. So, there were no bats, ghosts, dogs, witches, wolves or black cats on my walk home from the store. I just took some creative license with this true story for Halloween. A  porch light did flicker. I wondered if they had paid their electricity bill.)

Until next week, much love and keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

(My novels are available on http://www.xlibris.com/ - Charles Carroll Lee)

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

It's a Porno-puter!


(Read: It Says Francais)

"This is the Federal Bureau of Investigations. How may I direct your call?" the female agent asked.
"Hello," Dax Jones said into the telephone receiver. "I want to pay the two-hundred dollars to have you unlock my computer screen.
"I beg your pardon, sir," the agent said.
"My computer screen has locked up, and I see your logo and a message that says to pay you two-hundred dollars," Dax replied.
"Sir, you have a computer virus. We have been getting calls like this for quite some time," the agent announced.
"Oh? Okay. Thank you."
"Have a nice day, sir," the agent offered with a soft laugh.

The next day, Dennis Johnson sat at his desk. He was excited that Samuel Harlow, CEO, was on vacation for two weeks from the non-profit agency. So, Dennis spent most of the morning updating his resume and searching for jobs online until someone covered his door way. "Please, don't let that be Mr. Harlow," Dennis mumbled while staring at his computer monitor. Turning toward his office door, the information technologist studied his co-worker.

"Why are you back with your laptop, again?" Dennis asked.
"I got another virus on it. The message from the FBI said that I needed to pay two-hundred dollars to unlock my computer. I called them to pay it, and they said that I had a virus, " Dax replied as he entered Dennis' office.
"The FBI?! What? I just removed a virus the day before yesterday!" Dennis announced in a loud tone.
Removing his laptop from its carrying case, Dax replied. "I know right. Can you get it off - like right now?"  He sat the laptop on Dennis' desk.
"Look, I told you to stay off of those porn sites. They are filled with viruses. Besides, I don't want to look at any more pics of your naked butt that you've been sending out to the whole world," Dennis offered.
"I've only been on one porn site since yesterday," said Dax turning on his laptop.
"One site too many," said Dennis.

After Dax had turned on his laptop, the seal of the FBI appeared on the monitor along with the message that was stated by Dax. Dennis had a thought.
"What made you think that this message from the FBI was real? Can't you see over here on the right hand side that there are advertisements for Walgreen's and CVS pharmacies? Huh? Why would the FBI send you a message with advertisements on it?"
Dax replied, "I don't know. I got scared when I saw the FBI seal."
Noticing something on Dax's laptop, Dennis asked, "What are these white spots and blotches all over your laptop and screen?"
"Huh?"
"Gross!" Dennis shouted as he retrieved a pair of latex gloves and sanitizing wipes from his desk drawer. He made Dax thoroughly disinfect the electronic equipment along with his desk. Dennis continued, "I'm going to have to strip this laptop. Since, you didn't want to pay me the last time - this is my last time helping you."
"Thanks," said Dax.
"You're sitting at home looking at porn and jerking off on the the Internet. You have turned this nice laptop into a "Porno-puter!"

In the meantime, until next week - keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"I have to pray before I read your blog postings." ~ A regular blog reader.

Coming Soon:
Behind Every Dark Cloud
The Critically Acclaimed Novel
The Second Edition

All of my books and ebooks are available at http://www.iuniverse.com/ and http://www.xlibris.com/ - Charles Carroll Lee.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Michael!




"Michael!" Janelle McQueen yelled from the master bedroom. "Have you seen my sunglasses?"
Watching his father pull out of the driveway from the kitchen window, the teenager replied, "No, ma'am."
"I need for you to help me find them, Michael! I have two very, very important meetings today! And you know the morning sun darn near blinds me!" Janelle continued from the bedroom.
"Okay!" Michael shouted in return. He poured a bowl of corn flakes and sat comfortably at the kitchen table. The teenager began to enjoy his cereal.

Moments later, Janelle appeared in the kitchen. She studied her son and said, "I thought you were going to help me find my sunglasses. And here you are eating corn flakes. Really, Michael. Now, help me look for them."
Studying his lovely forty-eight-year-old mother, Michael asked, "You're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding to you?" asked Janelle with her hands on her hips.
"But Mom...."
"'But Mom' nothing, Michael! I'm stressed over these meetings today, and I need my sunglasses! Is that to much to ask..."
"But Mom...."
"Michael! I don't have all day. Help me or your father and I will put you on punishment! I mean it!" Janelle announced.
"Okay. I understand. I will help you," Michael replied with a grin.
"Why in the hell are you smiling?"
"Ummmm...what's that on your face?"
Exhaling and feeling her face, Janelle replied, "Oh my stars! I'm already wearing my sunglasses!"
"That's what I was trying to tell you," Michael said.
"You're such good son," offered Janelle.
"I know right."

In the meantime, until next week - keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"Your blog postings are like a Sunday morning paper with a cup of coffee." ~ A regular blog reader.

Coming Soon:
Behind Every Dark Cloud
The Critically Acclaimed Novel
The Second Edition

All of my books and ebooks are available at http://www.iuniverse.com/ and http://www.xlibris.com/ - Charles Carroll Lee.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

It Says Francais (Not English)!





(Read: You're Still A Jerk)

"Dennis Johnson, can you come to my office?" Samuel Harlow requested via telephone.
"Sure, I'll be right there," Dennis replied. He began to feel a knot develop deep within his stomach. Dennis returned the receiver to its cradle and marched toward the CEO's office. Dennis prayed that a massive earthquake would strike so that he would not have to endure another encounter with Samuel.

Dennis walked around the absent secretary's desk and tapped on Samuel's partially opened door. He asked, "Yes, sir. What can I help you with?" in an upbeat tone.
"Dennis, you did a very poor job of configuring my Blackberry. It's not working properly. I asked you repeatedly to make sure it's in good working order, and you have failed to do that," Samuel announced.
"What are you talking about?" asked Dennis.
"My Blackberry is not performing spell check," Samuel replied. "It does not correct misspelled words. I have sent out several messages with misspelled words, Dennis Johnson. Now, fix your mistake or else," he continued.

In a fit of rage, Dennis grabbed Samuel around the collar and delivered several punches to his face. He then threw the CEO against the wall over and over again until Samuel fell to the floor.

Interrupting Dennis' thoughts, Samuel asked, "Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, sir," he replied. Dennis was trying to refrain from acting on his violent thoughts. Dennis continued, "Let me see your Blackberry, Mr. Harlow. I'm sure there is a simple answer."

Inspecting the electronic device as though he were a skilled surgeon, Dennis announced, "I see what the problem is."
"Well, what did you do wrong - this time?" asked Samuel.
"I did nothing wrong. You have programmed your Blackberry to the French language after I gave it to you. That's why spell check isn't working. You're typing in English, but your recipients are probably receiving the message in French. See right here?" Dennis asked as he showed the screen to Samuel. "It says Francais. It should say, English. E-N-G-L-I-S-H."
"Oh? How did that happen?"
"You freakin' idiot! How should I know?" he thought. He then said, "I'm sure it was an honest mistake on your part, Mr. Harlow."
"Perhaps, I pushed something by mistake," Samuel replied. "Thanks for helping me."
"Go jump out of the window," Dennis thought. "You're quite welcome, Mr. Harlow," he finally stated. Dennis returned to his office to update his resume.

In the meantime, until next week - keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"Your blog postings are like a Sunday morning paper with a cup of coffee." ~ A regular blog reader.

Coming Soon:
Behind Every Dark Cloud
The Critically Acclaimed Novel
The Second Edition

All of my books and ebooks are available at http://www.iuniverse.com/ and http://www.xlibris.com/ - Charles Carroll Lee.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Behind Every Dark Cloud - A Sneak Peek


Coming Soon:
Behind Every Dark Cloud
The Critically Acclaimed Novel
The Second Edition

DRESSED IN A pair of tattered khaki pants and a dark
well-worn sweatshirt, Troy Parham slithered up the stairs within
the 7th Street parking deck on a cloudy night. This was the second parking
deck that Troy had visited within the past week. He noticed a few beer
cans and soda cups during his flight. Troy angrily kicked one the beer cans
out of his way and opened the heavy door leading to the second level. He
scanned the deck which was littered with cars, SUV’s and motorcycles.
He walked around the parking deck as though he were the proud
owner. Troy peeped inside of cars and SUV’s and touched a few of the
motorcycles—constantly looking over his shoulder. Nothing sparked his
interest on this level. So, he jumped over a railing in the center of the deck
until he landed on the spiral exit ramp. Troy ran as fast as he could up the
ramp until he reached the third level.
Catching his breath, Troy heard the elevator signal that it was releasing
or admitting a passenger. He quickly hid next to a pick-up truck. Once the
elevator door had closed and realizing that the deck was still void of human
life; he eased out of hiding and surveyed his surroundings.
Walking around the parking lot, a shiny, black vehicle caught his
attention. Troy peeped inside the driver’s side window and figured that it
belonged to a female. He decided to hide until it was time.
In the meantime, until next week - keep praising HIS name!
Sir Charles

"Your blog postings are like a Sunday morning paper with a cup of coffee." ~ A regular blog reader.