The Sinister Side to Midnight
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Its cold spells like this which makes me long for my home in the Dominican Republic. When I reached for the French windows I saw what looked like a slender framed pail figure, which appeared to be a man. At least I think it was a man? It was dressed in a grayish-white ground-length robe. It could have been a robe? It was hard to tell in the darkness of the night.
The figure was darting across my neighbor’s lawn and into the tree line be on our properties. He turned and looked at me as it moved effortlessly toward the wooded area below the cliffs. It had cold black lifeless eyes. His evil stair chilled me to the bone when his eyes made contact with mine.
It wasn’t running. It seemed to be moving as if it was on a cushion of air, but in a herky-jerky none rhythmic motion as it wobbled from side to side as it went.
Like a character from an old Charlie Chaplin movie from back in the 1920s, but more menacing.
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Two people, Alberto and Deirdre Camacho, whom, unwittingly cross paths with a creature from and old New Jersey folk-law long talked about amongst the older members of rural New Jersey, six months after moving from Manhattan to Montclair. This creature was called the New Jersey Devil. Deirdre was attacked by it in their bedroom one-half-year after moving there. She then fell ill shortly afterwards. They then moved to Canada the following spring at Deirdre’s request. Alberto and an acquaintance of his, one Jennifer Lightfoot, saw something terrible happen in the basement of the old stone house where he and his wife lived. The house was located in a small town named Mingon, in north eastern Quebec Provence. Jennifer and Alberto were now being blamed for what they saw. Their accusers were a small group of influential men from the town. The men wanted to protect the secret of the house which they and their ancestors kept for hundreds of years. Jennifer had heard stories about this group of fabled men over the years. Now she knows this group and the stores about them are real. Alberto and Jennifer fled to Montclair to seek the help of a friend of Alberto’s; his name is Detective Sam Donovan. He befriended him several months ago, shortly after his wife was attacked. When they told the detective what had taken place in the basement of the old house he had them incarcerated. This, of course, is where the story really begins.
About the Author
I was born in, and attended school in northern New Jersey. I left school in my junior year and joined The Marine Corps. There, I finished High School. I was honorably discharged from the Marine Corps as a Sergeant after serving six years.
I then attended New Jersey Institute, Metropolitan technical Institute, and General Electric Medical Systems Institute. I also worked for General Electric Medical Systems during that time. During this time I married and fathered to wonderful girls. Twenty-six years later I left General Electric. I then went to work for a few other medical and biomedical groups over the next ten years before retiring.