Supernatural Collection of Horror Anthologies

By Mingin Irn

From the bowels of Hell… comes a Supernatural Collection of Horror Anthologies… with abysmal Demonic and Luciferian encounters. This entire eerie den of terror… frights… and the putrid macabre… are bred from the innate fears and phobias that plague our darkest seeds… that lie dormant… in the pitch

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitFire Publishing
• Release date: Dec 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643985688

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Supernatural Collection of Horror Anthologies

Copyright © 2019 by MINGIN IRN

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Contents

Abstract

Author’s Note

Chapter One Reflections

Scaena

Primo Contactu

Primo Contactu (Lex Hostiae)

Persecutionem

Accedit Persecutionem

Quia Vivit

Exilium

Non Exul

Chapter Two Gifted

Voces

Auxilium

Celaverimus

Spectrum

Et Impetum

Et Impetum (Attollo)

Et Impetum (Iugis)

Chapter Three Bete Noire

Consilium

Investigationem

Praeparatis

Ludus

Finem Ludum

Chapter Four The Portal

Aerius

Patefactio

Antetestatus

Repertum

Enervatus

Congressus

Epicinium

Chapter Five Big Liberis

Concurrently: Everlasting Memories

Concurrently: The Battle

Concurrently: The Blessing (Bygone Memories)

Concurrently: The Battle (Cont.)

Chapter Six The Cueva Curse

Flaminis

A Ceremonia

Caveat Emptor

Foraminis

Imerperium Excipiebat

Quod Tenebam, Et Abscondam

Et Ducibus

Author’s Closing Thoughts

Abstract

From the bowels of Hell… comes a Supernatural Collection of Horror Anthologies… with abysmal Demonic and Luciferian encounters. This entire eerie den of terror… frights… and the putrid macabre… are bred from the innate fears and phobias that plague our darkest seeds… that lie dormant… in the pitch-black abyss… of our aphotic… pugilistic… and utterly sinister imaginations.

A person who disturbs a lusus naturae, should heed… that in the summons… they become consumed… by that which they are inviting… and if the summoner… invokes extensively… into the dark void… the abysmal darkness… will behold… their nefarious calling.

Quote: Reality is in the mind of the beholder, whether it is real or supernatural. As a result, the true situation that exists in the perceiver’s state of mind makes the manifestation of sensed events real-life.

Author’s Note

As an Author… I want to offer diversity… because diversity encompasses and represents a variety of cultures, backgrounds, and unique viewpoints that shape the very World we live in. Being a diverse Author… and writing on a vast array of different genres… targets audiences and ensures me… as an Author… recognition as a broad-based Global writer… able to adapt… illustrate… and present… an infinite array of topics and subject matters… that project a diversity of illustrations… and presentations… to the entire Global Community.

Originating from life, which is the duration… emanating from an individual’s exposure of… or condition of being alive, manifested between the intervals between birth, and death, of objective… and subjective realities… in which ultimately… the individual’s awareness… forms a dual-subjective reality, especially through traumatic events. Consequently, the coupling of these different realities, creates a paradoxical illusion, to the individual perceiver, which fuses a multiverse… in an individual’s perceptual interpretations, by creating several cognizant constructs, that the individual’s conscious powers of reasoning, can make sense of. Therefore, these diverging realities, can create conflicting perceptions… of what is… and what was… obfuscating actual reality… with fluctuating realities… formulated in the individual’s perceiving mind.

Furthermore, through my own, personal experiences… passing between the obscure realms… of life, and death, incurred as a direct result… from my critical service- connected injuries, while on OEF status… being officially pronounced clinically dead, on four separate occasions… while hooked-up to a life support machine, during my approximate half-a-year coma, I can definitely assure you… that an imperceptible existence exists… which I denominate… as a dark afterlife.

Narratives that are presented, especially from a credible source, such as my expertise in the Military Intelligence Corps, and my other achievements, such as being inducted into… SALUTE Veterans National Honor Society, Golden Key International Honor Society, Sigma Beta Delta Business Honor Society, Alpha Sigma Lambda Honor Society, and graduating with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration under Cum Laude, empowers my presentations with the quality or power of inspiring belief.

Therefore, the narratives presented in these illustrations, and my attempts to protect the names, characters, businesses, places, events, locals, and incidents, in order to protect their anonymity, in which… any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, mentioned herein… is purely coincidental. Furthermore, my narratives depict actual rituals… in which I completely dissuade… to all readers… which are hereby notified… do to attempt to duplicate… re-create… or perform… the same… or similar rituals… illustrated in my narratives. Consequently, any attempts to duplicate… re-create… or perform… the same… or similar rituals… against my dissuading advice… that results in personal injury… or property damage… due to extramundane… or other phenomenon… is subjected and belongs entirely to the individual’s attempters… personal liability… releasing me… from assuming no responsibility… or liability… from such actions.

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Chapter One

Reflections

Historical Facts:

The ‘spirit board’ origins stem from around 1100 A.D., which apparently invokes means of necromancy… and communion with the spirit-world… which encompasses special rituals and guidance… to beseech ‘communication with the dead,’ by directly utilizing methods of mediumistic spirit manuscript. Furthermore… ‘spirit boards’ took pronounced notoriety… during several major wars that America engaged in. Spiritualistic mediums with the most notable accreditations were utilized… in conjunction with ‘spirit boards,’ as divining tools. Availed as a premise for relatives to ‘communicate with their deceased loved ones,’ but also… sadistically employed as ‘instruments of sabotage,’ to unnerve the enemy… into believing… that their adversaries were ‘communicating with demons,’ to have the higher ground. In conclusion… this is just a façade of evil… like when the photons… coming from an object… strike the even surface of a mirror… they spring back… at identical angles. The perceived reflected photons… are the negative depiction… of the positive (true) impression… also known as… the mirror image. Therefore, evil is the perceived antagonistic duplexity of bipartite antithesis to good.

Scaena

Seth’s humble beginnings… originate from an affectionate… warmhearted family. Both biological parents… adored Seth unconditionally… and strongly felt… their son was destined for greatness. That greatness would be based on contributing… to society… by carrying his achievements… in a manner… that ushered remarkable purpose onto his life… but most importantly… to those around him. A remarkable existence… is to accomplish… a feat… that no one else has… and even greater… for the benefit of mankind.

Regrettably… for Seth… at a very young age… the law of unpredictability… that governs our very existence… encompassing… both negative… and positive… infinite variables of kismet… would claim the lives of his parents. This… in turn… would boundlessly influence his pessimistic values… and seal… his felonious… lifeless fate.

Beyond one’s ken… Seth had a special connection with his mother… even though his memories of her were vague… and mostly absent. Seth’s parents were cremated… and he kept their remains… in two silver urns for ashes…. on the second shelf… of his white… four shelf bookcase… that was comprised… of the following product dimensions: width 60 cm… depth 24 cm… and height 180 cm. The bookcase… was located… near the right-side… of his full-size bed… which was 54-inches by 75-inches. Furthermore… all the furnishings… in Seth’s bedroom… were unkept… and in complete disarray… to include the bedroom itself… which was a minefield of erratic clutter.

Seth’s compulsive… and eerie… somewhat masochistic, nightly ritual… involved maintaining… his mother’s silver urn… with utmost devotion… and cleaning it with nonabrasive… soft materials… until it sparkled… brighter than the stars… in the Heavens above.

As irony would dictate… Seth… would completely neglect… his father’s silver urn… as it collected a mound of dust… and other particulates… over the years… depriving the container… that accommodated his father’s remains… from honor… making it a desecrated… dull… lusterless… dying star… in the last stages of its stellar evolution.

As Seth… tenderly cleaned… his mother’s silver urn… he would have long conversations… with the container… that harbored… her remains. In seemingly, unprovoked… and apparently… endless rants… Seth would mutter in muted tones:

You’d still be alive… if he hadn’t been driving!... I blame him for everything!

Like an overbearing… and uncontrollable… emotional tsunami… utter despair… would flood the flow of his life-force energy… as it surged through his physical… emotional… and spiritual body… creating an unbalanced… stagnant… and blocked elan vital. Therefore… Seth would shed tears… in deep-dyed silence… in the somber funereal… of his bedroom.

As intelligent as Seth was… ignorance plagued his logic… as assumptions consumed his soul. Conjecture is the bearer of all misconception. Basing his assumptions on emotions… rather than facts… Seth neglected to validate the following:

On that unfortunate… fateful night… Seth’s father was driving perfectly… with acute eye and hand coordination… but his coherence and lightning quick reflexes… were no match… from a head-on collision… at over 90 m.p.h. from a drunk driver… that swerved directly into their vehicles’ lane… at the very last possible moment… when both vehicles… ‘were a few hair lengths’ away from each other… making it impossible… even for ‘the creator’ to save them… His parents… including the drunk driver… died instantly.

Primo Contactu

Seth was an adolescent… 14-year-old male… of dubious character… that compelled him to ‘stab you in the back,’ and ‘smile in your face.’ Furthermore, at around 12-years-of-age… he had already indulged in the ‘pleasures of the flesh,’ and his addictive personality demanded… to his psychological and physical longings and urges… to revolve around the ‘promiscuous conquests,’ of chicks.

Seth’s present conquest… was an adolescent female… named Tanda. He was hooked on her… and every opportunity that presented itself… for him and Tandra… to engage in ‘orgasmic extracurricular activities,’ they subjugated… without hesitation.

Unbeknownst to Seth… Tanda’s parents… were leaving… to visit a terminally ill family member. Tanda’s parents… unconditionally entrusted her… in taking care… of their house… during their absence. Without delay, Tanda sent Seth… the following text… via her cellular phone:

‘Meet me tonight @ 9:00 p.m. at my parent’s home!’ … followed with an emoji… displaying a wink.

Seth… swamped with ‘uncontrollable hormonal lust,’ replied… by means of text… via his cellular phone:

‘I’ll be there… bringing with me… plenty of party favors!’ … followed with an emoji… displaying two spiraling eyes… and a round… open mouth.

‘As the clock struck nine,’ Tanda left a window unlocked… in the back of the house. Tanda’s parents… had cameras installed… to view and record… all doorway entrances… including the residential garage door… through a home security company… in which they had access… no matter where they were… via an application… installed on their cellular phones. Needless to say… like a lion and lioness protecting their cub… they periodically checked… the status of their home… to ensure security… and ‘peace of mind.’ Yet, Tanda and Seth… being ‘thick as thieves,’ exploited