Haunted Restaurant: Part 2 (“I haunt” Series)
A ghost hunting night in a fin de siècle palazzo flipped luxury restaurant reveals eerie staff and a basement dark mirror capturing unidentified oddities and personages from a novel, Darxination.
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Haunted Restaurant: Part 1 (“I haunt” Series)
A ghost hunting night in a fin de siècle palazzo flipped luxury restaurant reveals eerie staff, baffling ghosts in my novel Darxination, and a spooky dark-crystal mirror in the basement.
Ghost Touch: A ghost created my authentic personage
Ghost touch. Not on your screen, but on your skin. While writing a scene, I gatecrashed my deceased aunt’s soul and summoned a spooky chill from an unworldly north pole.
Shadow Visitor (“I haunt” Series)
Damn shadow. What hellish anatomy sustained its voice? Hell’s pits hid arcane recorders for human speech—in living and dead language. Its spooky source exposed, the shadow lost ground. The stiffer incarnated, the weaker its devious mesh. As stock-still, the doorknob waited. No stir, no squeal.
Hotel Story (“I haunt” Series)
I tasted mystery in a spooky hotel room of old Bucharest.
God’s dust. SOIL IV
Mim fell in love with soil and envisaged her future paintings, born from orgasmic loneliness. God cast Mim among fields to unite her with earth. Otherwise, her love would have stayed voiceless, and her paintings, too watery.
Overripe visit. SOIL III
A shadow perturbs Mim’s intuition, expands within the apartment, pressurizes her temples. Her visit is overripe… As the shadow closes in on her heart, Stefan reappears, followed by a young woman in plush house slippers. Mim recognizes the short-haired girl of a quick roving eye—aha, that one.
Village night. SOIL II
Soon, it got into Mim’s head that commuting was wearing her out. Waking before daybreak and the infernal prospect of missing the return bus and not chancing on a four-wheeled…
Countryside spirit. SOIL I
Illusive brass hues, agleam in phantasmagorical woods, filaments sprouting to light. Liquid breaths, airy dews—desires stirred by whiffs from the fields. Merry daisies captured on canvas in immaculate expectation, dense…
THE BELT
Alone in Stefan’s apartment, Mim rolls in bed, her mind playing the reel of their erotic night. Fastened into an imaginary depravity belt, she then plays the reel of her last love night with Anton.
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