Fright Night. What Scares You?

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"You mean, like now?"

"Funny."

"Was it a reoccurring nightmare?"

"Let's hope not," said Roger. "Once is enough for me."

"Roger, c'mon, please?"

"Okay, okay."

"Maybe, these are more clues that go hand and hand with your dreams and nightmares. Take some time, even if you have to write nonsensical things on a pad. Close your eyes, relax, and, with pen in hand, allow your pen to wander across the page. Let your subconscious show you what it's thinking. Allow your subconscious to tell you what your soul wants."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Do some free writing and free drawing because you never know what that will stir up to the surface from your sub-conscious. Then, take some time to analyze what you dreamed or experienced in your nightmare by what you drew and/or wrote on the paper. What you discover now just may save your life later."

"Quick. Give me a pen and paper. You've stirred something up in my sub-conscious that I need to explore."

Anne handed Roger a pen and a pad and Roger busied himself sketching and writing, while Anne watched and patiently waited.

"Let me see what you wrote. Let me see what you drew."

Roger showed her the pad.

"By delving deep in my sub-conscious psyche, I allowed my hand to wander with my mind to reveal what my soul wants and my heart desires."

"Tits, ass, and pussy. You wrote, tits, ass and pussy," said Anne holding up the pad and giving him a look, as if he was a bad boy in class. "Tits! You drew tits? All you drew on the paper are tits. That's all that you have on your mind are tits?"

"No, not just anyone's tits. Your tits. And I don't only think of your tits. I think about your ass and your pussy, too. Only, I didn't know how to draw an ass and pussy, as well as I know how to draw tits. Perhaps, if you could strip naked and pose for me I could--"

"You're hopeless, Roger."

"You say that as if there's something wrong with that. I'm horny, Anne. I need to have sex with you. I need to make love to you. I need--"

"May I continue?"

"Please do, but make it fast. I really, really want to have sex with you."

"Listen to your inner self because your subconscious thoughts are always trying to tell you something. They know something that your consciousness may not know. Don't forget that your brain records and stores everything you have ever experienced, every sound, every sight, every smell, every touch, and every taste. Everything you need to know about you is there locked away ready for you to uncover it, rediscover it, and decipher it. It's up to you to find the key and unlock the secrets of your past lives."

"So, reincarnation is all that you're trying to unsuccessfully scare me with? Is this all you have?"

"No, there's more and it would have been more frightening, had you not asked me to put away the Ouija board," said Anne with disconcertion. "If you're having these reoccurring dreams and these disturbing nightmares, then you may be one of the lost souls that have something more to accomplish, before they are allowed to end their journey with the finality of restful days and eternal peace. You need to find out what it is that you need to do, before it's too late and you can never unravel enough of it to discover it. Obviously, for you to be so disturbed by dreams and nightmares, your brain is trying to tell you something important that you need to know."

"Blah, blah. This trying to scare me is not working, Anne. Let's have sex."

"If you want sex, you have to allow me to finish scaring you or trying to scare you," said Anne with diminished hopefulness.

"Okay," said Roger with resignation.

"Have you ever had a psychic experience foretelling of coming events?"

"Strangely enough for me, but yes."

"Think back. What was the circumstances surrounding that psychic experience?"

"It only happens when I'm alone. It gives me the heebie jeebies when I do."

"When you talk about it now, do you still get the chills that you got then?"

"A little."

"Why do you think that is?"

"Dunno," said Roger with a uncaring shrug.

"Yeah, you were scared, but what else?"

"I really wasn't scared," said Roger making a face. "Unsettled more describes how I felt."

"You can't explain it, can you?"

"No one can," said Roger with confidence.

"A coincidence just doesn't cut it, does it? These are even more clues leading you to the answers that only you possess."

"Whatever you say, Anne, just so that we can finish this silly game of trying to scare me, so that we can have sex. With all the overtime I've been clocking, it's been more than a week, since we had sex. I need sex."

"Don't make the mistake of glossing over it. You must sit and analyze every psychic experience you ever had because what you learn now may help you later."

"Okay. I'll start a journal, as soon as I go home," said Roger rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Did you ever hear the expression that there is a reason for everything?"

"Of course."

"Well, there is a reason for everything and if you don't explore the reasons behind your psychic experiences now, they may continue to haunt you later in future lives."

"I'll make a note of that on my calendar," said Roger with a grin. "October 31st, explore the reasons behind my psychic experiences. Is that before or after we have sex?"

"Roger! Be serious," said Anne staring at her boyfriend for his patient obedience. "Have you ever had a psychic feeling of foreboding danger?"

"I wouldn't be much of a cop, if I didn't."

"Did you listen to the psychic feeling?"

"You call it psychic feelings and I call it my built-in street radar."

"Were you able to avoid the danger or did you walk right into it, even after suspecting that it was there waiting for you?"

"Duh? I called for backup. The men in blue were there within minutes."

"How do you feel about that now? If that psychic feeling happened again, would you be more apt to heed it?"

"Always. I'm a cop. You call them psychic feelings and I call them hunches. Making assessments based on my feelings and my police experience is what I do to survive, when out on the street, and how I solve cases, when I'm sitting behind my desk."

"If you have had these feelings, chances are that you were violated, assaulted, harmed or even murdered in another life. Chances are you knew your killer and chances are you are doomed to repeat what happened to you then, again in this life and in future lives, until, that is, you can figure out what you need to know."

"I guess that makes sense, more to you, than to me," he said under his breath.

"Be careful. Take care. Know who your friends are."

"I do. My fellow cops are my brothers," said Roger with confidence. "I'd trust any of them with my life and do every day."

"What is a revelation? Do you know?" Anne looked at him with love.

"Revelation? That's coincidental that you mention that. That's so funny. I just had a religious revelation?"

"You did?"

"Yeah, I suddenly saw you with your legs in the air and with you screaming, Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

"You're a funny guy, Roger, but I'm not talking about sex. I'm not talking about religion, the Book of Revelations, nor the Revelations to John. I'm not even talking about communication of knowledge to many by a divine or supernatural agency or am I?" Anne paused for effect.

"You lost me," said Roger with a disinterested shrug. "And, by the way, none of this is scaring me."

"I'm not talking about the last book of the New Testament that contains visionary descriptions of Heaven and depicts conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world or maybe I am," said Anne persevering.

"Give me a clue. If not about religion, with all the religious connotations you're making, what in the Hell are you talking about, then?"

"We all fight God's battle of good versus evil. We're all immersed in the struggle of God against the Devil. Whose side are you on and why? Think about it, just because, as a good Christian, you go to church every Sunday that does not make you a good person and a loyal soldier in the army of God. It's those things that you do before and after church that make you either the envoy of the Devil or the soldier of God," said Anne with the sudden look of a missionary or a cult member.

"Okay, now you're scaring me with all this talk about God, Christianity, and religion. Not so much scaring me personally, but you're making me nervous. Hoping you're not going to make me a human sacrifice, you're making me wonder if you're one of those religious zealots, who will stab me in my sleep because you think I'm the devil," said Roger with a laugh. "Don't tell me that you're born again."

"Keep it up, Roger, and I'll have my mother come for a visit."

"Okay, okay, now you're really scaring me," he said with a laugh.

"Without having a defined and measured reason, supernatural is something that doesn't exist in nature. A supernatural phenomenon is that which is not subject to the explanation according to what we know as elements of nature. Supernatural is neither physical nor material relating to supernatural forces, occurrences, and beings, and is something that can't be explained by our laws of science."

"You're not telling me something that I don't already know and you're still not scaring me."

"Our laws of science change with each new discovery from when Columbus proved Greek geographers wrong that the Earth wasn't flat, to Galileo honing his theories that the earth revolved around the sun, and to Einstein and his theory of relativity that space is infinite and expanding, we can't tell which are the natural laws of nature and which strange occurrences that beg explanation are supernatural."

"Speaking of supernatural, I'm happy we're no longer talking about reincarnation. Now, that we're on to supernatural shit, at least that's a bit scarier. I like Sci-Fi stuff."

"It would have been scarier, had you allowed me to keep the Ouija board out, while talking about reincarnation and supernatural phenomena."

"Yeah, well, I hate those stupid games. I don't think they have anything to do with anything supernatural, just evilness."

"Just because we can't explain it doesn't mean that it's supernatural or evil. It may mean that we don't have the knowledge to explain it, much like the lost tribes thought it magic the first time they saw a mirror or a Polaroid Instant camera or an airplane," said Anne.

"That's true."

"So, tell me, what does supernatural mean to you? Do you believe in aliens? Do you think that there are other life forms that exist in space and in another galaxy millions of light years away?"

"Is this still part of you trying to scare me?"

"Yes."

"Are we almost done because, before we get down, dirty, and naked, before we have sex, sex, sex, I'd like a turn in trying to scare you."

"Yes, we're almost done and, yes, you may have your turn at trying to scare me, even though you can't scare me," said Anne with a laugh.

"Do you think that aliens visited here many thousands of years ago and that is how we have the Bible?"

"Dunno," said Roger with a shrug.

"Who wrote the Bible?"

"Dunno that either," said Roger rolling his eyes and making a face.

"Do you believe in miracles or were they just unexplained acts of a race of superior and super intelligent aliens passing through space and time and stopping to visit our planet. Maybe they're not aliens at all, but us returning to the past from the future."

"Dunno about aliens, but, I've seen enough unexplained stuff to scratch my head over that I believe may be miracles," said Roger.

"What happens when we die? What's your opinion? Do you believe that if you're good that you will go to Heaven and live in harmony and peace and if you were bad you go to Hell and roast in Hell's fires?"

"I think when we die, we're dead. Game over. We're no better than plants, animals, or insects. To think that we're going to live forever after we die is a sad and mean fairytale that the Catholic church wants us to believe for the sake of donations in their collection plate."

"Do you really think that life and death is that simplistic? Do you believe that there is no Heaven and Hell and we all return to and become part of the energy that is the universe?"

"Dead is dead. If there is something after death than I'll embrace that, as I did in embracing life. Yet, until the day that someone can return from the dead, I'm not buying any of that malarkey. Just as I don't believe that Hell exists, I don't believe that Heaven exists either."

"So you believe that you just stop existing and there is nothingness, much like the feeling or lack of feeling you had before you were born."

"Yeah, I do. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, we return from whence we came and, as an infinitesimal speck, we become part of the universe again."

"What about reincarnation? Do you think as do the Indians that we come back as another life form? Think about that for a minute, about no longer existing and/or about coming back as another life form. That bug you just squished may have been one of your relatives. Isn't that a scary feeling?"

"As I said before, I don't believe in reincarnation and in past lives or in future lives. Stepping on my dead grandmother doesn't scare me. She's dead. Besides, my grandmother always said that if she had a choice, she return to live as a dog. She said dogs have it made. All they do is eat, sleep, and play."

"A person who possess extra-sensory abilities, including clairvoyance, paranormal physic abilities, and precognition, and one who can sometimes communicate with spirits, who is responsive to psychic forces and who possesses above average ESP abilities and who can predict the future is considered psychic. Are you psychic?"

"Nope."

"Do you know anyone who is psychic?"

"I know some who claim to be, people who helped us to solve old, closed cases," he said with a shrug.

"Do you believe in psychic ability?"

"Each to their own, so long as they don't try to force that shit down my throat. There may be some merit to it, enough that our own government explode that with psychics and their ability to see through walls thousands of miles away."

"Maybe, you're not psychic at all, but have lived a life before, which is why you have a keener sense, you call hunches, of what will happen before it happens. Maybe, what you are picking up is your prior life, a life that seems so weirdly familiar, as if you were experiencing déjà vu. Maybe, you are doomed to repeat your prior life again and again, until you accomplish the reason why you are here."

"I haven't lost any sleep thinking about such things. Truth be told, maybe I'm just a horny cop who just wants to have sex with his girlfriend."

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? You don't know why I'm here? Gees, maybe that's my problem. I'm here because I thought we were going to have sex," said Roger with a shit eating grin and reconsidered what he was going to say next, when Anne shot him an angry look. "Honestly, I don't know now I'm here."

"C'mon, Roger. You know what I mean. Why are you here on Earth?"

"I have no idea what you mean, Anne. I just wanna get you in bed naked and then I'll show you why I'm here."

"Roger."

"Okay."

"Consider that for a moment."

"Consider what for a moment?"

"Why are you here? Why you? Why now? Why here?

"Dunno. Don't care. Don't want to know. Who cares?"

"Your fortune in life, the overall circumstances or condition in life including everything that happens to you is considered luck. Did you know that? Do you believe in luck?"

"I've been known to be lucky."

"What is luck? Do you know?"

"Anne, can we just have sex?"

"Luck is an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than the other, good luck versus bad luck. Good luck leads to a favorable outcome, whereas bad luck leads conversely to an unfavorable outcome. Do you feel lucky? Are you lucky?

"No, not tonight I don't think I'll be lucky," said Roger with a frown. "I thought I was going to get lucky, but--"

"Roger, just allow me to finish trying to scare you. Okay?"

"Boring me to death, is more like it."

"Pardon?"

"I said, sure, I could use more scare tactics. I might like it."

"So, you don't feel lucky? Why? Nothing ever happens to you. You live a boring life. Your life is the same dull life every day with everything status quo. Well, I have news for you, you are one lucky person. Just as nothing good may happen to you, nothing bad has happened to you either and, in my book, that'd living a pretty lucky life and a charmed existence. It's time to count your blessings."

"My lucky day was when I found you, baby. I love you, Anne."

"Oh, thank you, Roger. I love you, too, Roger."

"You're welcome."

"Have you won anything lately? Winning doesn't always mean winning the lottery and winning gobs of money. Maybe, had you taken that extra step, you would have been hit by a car. Boy, now that was lucky. Maybe had you touched the hand of someone on the train, you would have contracted a disease that would have led to your premature demise from a cold, to bronchitis, to pneumonia. Certainly, it was lucky that you didn't shake his or her hand. "

"That's a scary thing. Wow, what do you know? I'm scared now. Okay. You just scared me. Let's have sex. Can we just have--"

"Roger," said Anne shooting him a look. "Maybe that brick perched precariously high overhead would have fallen on your head had you not been delayed by a meeting that ran late. Maybe that plane that you missed, yeah, the one that crashed, well, now you'd have to consider was that luck or was that something else, kismet, fate or circumstance? Does it sound that farfetched? Yeah, well that's what the people who worked above the 88th floor in the Twin Towers thought on the fateful day on September 11, 2001, before the planes hit and the buildings crumbled and collapsed."

"I lost a couple of close friends in that thing," said Roger making the sign of the cross.

"I can't imagine their horror. I can't imagine how they felt knowing that they were going to die. Imagine being on the roof and a helicopter was helpless to rescue them because of the wind, the smoke, the fire, and the explosions. Imagine having your only alternative being to jump from the building to your certain death. I can't imagine."

"Well, you know, when it's your time to go," said Roger with a shrug.

"Speaking of ghosts, do you believe that sacred ground is haunted?"

"Ghosts? Who said anything about ghosts? I didn't say anything about ghosts, but yeah, I do think when those Twin Towers fell, that place, the entire area, is haunted. Too many people never know what hit them. Gone in an instant, they didn't even know they were dead.."

"Ah, so you believe in ghosts."

"No, I didn't say that--"

"What are ghosts? How do you become a ghost? Yes, of course, by dying, but not everyone becomes a ghost. So, what happened to those who were left behind that became ghosts? Was their portal to their spiritual escape closed?"

"Gees, Anne, it's nearly ten o'clock and I have the first shift tomorrow. I was at least hoping for a blowjob."

"Fate is your destiny of what event or events will inevitably happen in the future that decides your overall circumstances or conditions in life. Do you believe in fate and no matter what happens in your life to make us believe otherwise that your life is unalterably predetermined? Why? Or do you believe that you make your own destiny? Why?"

"I have no idea, but I'm sure you'll tell me," said Roger rolling his head back and rolling his eyes.

"Everything happens for a reason, you know. You can't do anything without changing the natural order of things and should you change the past that will affect the future. And if you are able to see the future, you may be able to change the present, in effect changing the past. The reverberation through space and time of change affecting fate is a complex puzzle of what ifs, indeed. Think about it."