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From the haunting story of an alienated young boy yearning to be understood to the brutal bloodbath invoked by a satanic excuse for a small town preacher to the creepiest birthing center you've ever imagined, Jason Gehlert's debut release will astound, horrify and delight you – sometimes all at once.
Gehlert's style is muscular, even brutal on occasion, as he batters at your brain with a collection that kicks off with a gleeful hat tip to our Twlightesque past and then digs down deep for more bloody, visceral thrills that will leave bloody trails in your nightmares for weeks to come.
Poetry is intertwined, some of it featuring characters from the stories, some of it freestanding and ferocious in its sexuality.
A shock to the brain, the nervous system, that fight or flight warning bell that goes off just before the knife slices down, a promise of great things to come. Keep an eye out for Mr. Gehlert. With all that frenetic, maniacal imagination bursting out of his head, if he doesn't become a fantastically popular author, he's got a promising career as a serial killer ahead of him.
– Deb Hoag, author, Queer and Loathing on the Yellow Brick Road from Dog Horn Publishing
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Filter - Jason Gehlert
Filter
With illustrations by
Scott Twells
Mary Doering
Natalie Gehlert
Jason Gehlert
Filter
A Black Bed Sheet/Diverse Media Book
April 2015
Copyright © 2015 by Jason Gehlert
All rights reserved.
Cover and art design by Nicholas Grabowsky from a photo of a pencil drawing by Natalie Gehlert, and
Copyright © 2015 Black Bed Sheet Books
All artwork Copyright © 2015 Black Bed Sheet Books
and their respective artists.
The selections in this book are works of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.
ISBN-10: 0-692425403
ISBN-13: 978-0-69242540-4
Filter
A Black Bed Sheet/Diverse Media Book
Antelope, CA
Dedication:
I would like to thank everyone responsible for bringing Filter to life. My daughter Natalie for her amazing cover artwork and her unrelenting ambition when it comes to tackling new and innovative designs. My sister in law, Mary Doering for her unique vision to offer the interior art for many of these stories. Scott Twells from across the pond for his comic adaptation of The Conversation. To Nick Grabowsky for putting up with my own stubborn, persistent ambitious nature when it comes to such projects. My family and friends who have supported me throughout, and to you, the reader, these dark images, nightmarish visions and acts of pure horror are the culmination of years of thought and drawn from some horrific personal experiences. The dream catcher is supposed to keep the nightmares out, but what happens when it lets them IN?
-- J.G.
Intro
In every writer’s world, in their respective ‘space’, a barrier exists, a hardened wall of protection from the evils of the inner mind. Many have attempted to relentlessly subdue these voices, a collective groan from the hellish corners of the mind. The swirling echoes eventually converge only to be driven back one more time. Decades worth of chaotic torture, memories tainted with the blood of the blackness, hurt that erodes that wall, layer by layer. The erosion of reality inevitable. One item clutched dearly against the beating chest of the writer, a sign of protection, a sign of defiant victory.
A dream catcher rich in protection, a spiritual lock against the demands of evil. My dream catcher frayed and well-worn from years of fight, years of war, a chaotic gauntlet that begs to run. Begs to be traveled on.
Some of these works are based on true life events from my past, a horrific trespass against my innocence. Some are simply ripped from the roots of evil, a horror lying in wait in the farthest corner of the mind, waiting to enter the realm of the living.
A dream catcher dances against the soft glow of the moon offering a shield from those dark entities, darkest of pleasures, and the darkened glimmer of the Devil’s eye.
Or, it’s finely woven design isolating the purest of evil until finally, the blackness is freed and offered light. A light aching to be devoured and taken with whispers of what could be, what could happen, or, what lies ahead? A stark new reality?
Ask yourself one question as darkness rises against the sky and shadows appear behind every aged tree.
What does your dream catcher filter through?
-- J.G.
Table of Contents
The Conversation
Blood Moon
Sinned Pleasure
Gravedigger
The Bone Whistle
The Keeper
The Keeper's Song
Strum
Keeper's Breath
Phantom
The Box
The Nursery
Scarecrow Fields
Burial
RIKA
Keeper's Blade
Leash
Noah's Ark
Filter
Breathe
THE CONVERSATION
The traffic was brutal and jammed up in an uncomfortable intercourse of scraped bumpers and screaming drivers. My day was long and breaking apart at the seams. My eyes strained with hurt as they watched the traffic crawl, then approach a perfect storm of silence. This bullshit of working three jobs, maintaining a family, and fostering a fledgling author career had begun to take its toll on my body. It was becoming too much. I was in the process of changing jobs, allowing myself more time at home with the baby.
My mind remained jarred from the marathon of hours, and absence from the family, yet vacation loomed near, and it called to me. Oh, it called with a loving, soothing voice. I couldn’t help but let my mind run rampant with thoughts of spending a week up in the Berkshires with the wife and my three beautiful daughters.
As the humid air attempted to penetrate the Honda Element, my stubborn refusal to crack the window remained constant. The cool air circulated throughout, the fans working overtime to keep the car’s interior at a controlled, comfortable temperature.
The radio cackled with static, its AM station losing strength and clarity from the incoming storm.
My angered eyes rolled with impatient fury. I remained glued to the blue skies, as they eroded to a black blanket of rolling thunderstorms. A patch of lightning bolts electrified the water beneath the bridge with a frenzied attack.
My fingers tapped the faded, charcoal- colored steering wheel, while my lips, bloodied from incessant picking, hummed the tune to ‘All Along The Watchtower,’ a Bob Dylan original. This version of choice was redone by The Dave Matthews Band, Live in New York City. It would come to be my favorite album, and the song served as the perfect release of built up stress. I howled the lyrics, almost with a lycanthropic intensity.
A small battering ram of raindrops hammered against the windshield. I flicked on the windshield wipers, but the furious storm proved too much, the water cascaded down the windshield, rendering the wipers useless.
I ran my hands through my receding hairline, and over the widening bald spot near the rear. It was a response to the volcanic obsession I had with time, a serious flaw, especially with the wife. But, I knew she came to accept my compulsive disorder with time, and we worked around it. Yet, today, even after I left work with a sizeable portion of time set aside to meet my wife, that window of comfort had shattered completely.
The day grew shorter and the sun’s powers had become stifled by this rolling thunderstorm of inconvenience. This onslaught of rush hour would congest the traffic even more, suffocating my chances of making the wedding in time. A colleague of my wife’s had invited us to her daughter’s wedding, and at the rate of traffic, I knew we would miss the opening mass of the wedding’s Catholic ceremony.
I guided my left foot, sliding the clutch in, released the gas, applied the brake, and glided the Element into neutral with a soft, rolling brake. I was now officially fucked and part of the mile-long traffic jam on the bridge, in a thunderstorm, and the humidity won its battle with the car and crept inside.
I pulled off my sweat-stained shirt, exposing another layer underneath. The heat began to agitate my mood even more. I absolutely hated the humidity. It was mid-July and the global warming seemed to enjoy her revenge on the citizens of the world.
I noticed my cell phone as it buzzed on the passenger seat. A slight bounce to the left, then to the right before I was able to secure the phone. A quick glance at the caller ID, and I recognized the caller.
Hey, how’s everything? Yeah? Well, I’m stuck in traffic.
I rolled my eyes at the situation.
I was happy she had called. I adored her voice, always pleasant, full of love, and warmth. I always soaked that in and relished the time we chatted, texted, or simply just enjoyed random moments of silence. But, today I felt something was off. Askew. When we had breakfast earlier in the morning, I didn’t catch any weird flags. There were no signs of a cold, or sinus infection. No stubborn arthritic pain, even the Bell’s Palsy remained dormant. Yet, today, her tone resonated with fear. Now, according to my wife, my hearing had declined over the years, yet I could always detect when her voice was filled with fear, depression, or even uncertainty. Something wasn’t right. Something was peculiarly off center.
A man’s voice, drenched in English tone, seeped through the cell phone. Mr. G, I need you to listen to me. This matter requires your immediate attention.
Who is this?
I yelled back, wondering who the fuck was on the other line. Is this a credit card collector? Go fuck yourself.
Mr. G,
the man’s voice continued with a calm tone. You have a decision to make.
You’re really starting to piss me off. Put my wife back on. And, what the hell are you doing with my wife anyway?
I punched the interior ceiling of my car with an angry fist.
I have your wife rather close to me, Mr. G. She has a knife pressed into her ribs, and if you don’t follow my precise instructions, my patient manner will turn violent.
What are your instructions?
I feared for my wife. She was my rock. Just please don’t hurt her.
That will be up to you Mr. G.
My knuckles wanted to rip through the skin. In fact, I actually thought they did, because blood began to release from my hands. I swear if you draw one speck of blood from her, I’ll personally dismember you with a pitchfork.
Easy,
the man’s voice responded. Keep that adrenaline going, you’ll need it.
Need it for what? And, let me hear my wife’s voice.
Say something romantic and cute,
the man’s voice instructed her. It’ll be the last thing he hears.
I heard my wife’s voice. It resonated with a sweetness I’ve always treasured. She seemed stabilized in hope and faith considering the jarring situation. "Honey, I….."
No cops, either,
the man’s voice echoed. "I smell the scent of