Twisted Roads Of Madness – How To Be Creeped Out By Your Daughter

Okay, I had to post this, because it creeped me the fuck out earlier and I’ve been on edge since. I was drawing with my daughter this afternoon, while my wife went to the supermarket to get ready for an epic afternoon, and I looked up from my scribbles to see what she was drawing and, well, it’s easier to show you instead of explaining what she had drawn.

I asked her what is was, and she said ‘silly daddy it’s the man who’s standing behind you!’ I must’ve went white as a ghost because she started looking at me strangely, Of course I turned around like a wild man, thankfully to find nothing there, she started laughing called me silly daddy again and went back to scrubbiling away. The worst thing is, if things could be classed as worse, I’ve had a sore shoulders for the last few days, like something’s been pushing down on me.

Needless to say, since then, every time I pass in front of a mirror, my eyes are drawn behind me, so far I haven’t seen anything, yet that is.

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Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

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