Frank Knarf

There has been a flood of folklore and popular myth on the subject of supernatural beings capable of sucking the life out of their victims. One can find a mention of these creatures throughout the centuries. From a Succubus in the Bible to the Vampires of today’s Twilight Sagas, the short story “Luella Miller” by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman is no different. This story, unlike many other tails, did not just come out and say that the creature was present for sure; it more or less hinted to it possible existences. Also the hypnotic state that the victims were in brings the reader to believe that something unnatural is at hand. With a closer look through the eyes of our narrator, Lydia Anderson, we can

The wild thing was locked up in it’s cell, it was shrieking and trying to break out of its straitjacket, I wasn’t even sure it was human. I was a guard that year, not long ago, working for The Beechworth Lunatic Asylum and my experience there was above frightening, in fact, it was like living in hell. I had to hear the cries and psychotic shouting everyday and it only got worse at night. The scariest thing I had to deal with was a patient who was known to be one of the top most wanted psychopathic murderers of the time. Nobody knew anybody about him. It was reported by his neighbors, in the daylight that some of the orphan children in the area disappeared and at night, they could hear muffled cries of the same children but when the police came into his house, there was no evidence. They searched in the boards of the house, in the attic, whatever you can name, they have already searched it and not a single piece of evidence. He had pale white face, dark black noodle hair clinging onto the front of his head and permanent burnt dark red lips up till his cheeks, sort of like the joker in Batman except way creepier and small eye pupils but a huge gap of sclera. He had no family, friends, not even a name so for a while he wasn’t even labeled a human being. “Jeff” was a nickname given to him by the asylum because he often mumbled the name. Some think it's a victim of his, but not just any ordinary victim, it could be one of his loved ones.

The film was set in the United States of America, predominantly in St Bernardino where the audience is introduced the original McDonalds restaurant owned by the McDonald brothers and in Illinois the location in which Ray Kroc resided and opened his first franchise.

Werewolves are creatures that have been presented in many literary works and films for years, and are described to be cruel cannibalistic animals that shapeshift during every full moon. Although the character of the werewolf can symbolize many different things, there is an intriguing link between the werewolf figure and humans committing cruel abusive acts that actually make them the repulsive predator. Literary and folkloric texts like Wolfland by Tanith Lee, The Werewolves Daughter, and The Damnable Life and Death of Stubbe Peter by George Bores, explores different issues presented in society like sexual predators, abusive relationships, and the natural desire to kill which connects back to the werewolf figure. This connection explains that

One day he finds the courage to reveal himself to the blind old man, but in mid-conversation, the son returns home and “struck him violently with a stick” (115). The monster runs out of the home filled with pain and anguish.

Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you the deity of your choice?

Billy thrust forward from behind the dune wall and grabbed the wrist of the Potawatomi in one hand and the others exposed throat in the other as he drove his enemy’s hapless body against the sandy ground, pinning his free hand as tightly as any vice. Not a sound escaped the lips of the scout as the iron grip of O’Donnell silently cut off his airway and only a quick and frantic thrashing gave evidence to the mad struggle of life and death that took place upon the sandy dune bottom. A mere moment passed before the Potawatomi scout relaxed in Billy’s grip, his skin turning a ghastly shade of purple as the tongue began to slowly protrude between blood fleck lips. Billy lifted his head, straining to hear the inevitable cry of the Indian wolf pack that hunted him, certain that some sound had escaped to betray his presence. But he heard no shout of warning, no cries of discovery that would surely have followed if but the slightest noise of struggle were discerned by his hunters. There was nothing. The sandy dunes were too quiet, Billy realized suddenly. They seemed as silent as death itself and Billy was for a moment overcome by a panic induced vision of hundreds of blood mad Indians, led by the hulking figure of Mukte’ksago, moving silently toward him from all directions, death in their hearts, searching for the Crafty Wolf, searching for the half-breed known as Main’mwi. He fought urgently against the sudden desire to throw down his weapons and run screaming across the dunes to save his life. To expose himself now was to issue an instant death sentence and his mind rebelled weakly against the feeling while the voice in his head, so silent during the killing, suddenly roared to life and drowned out all thoughts and feelings in a blinding flash of

Also, this novel will be discussing some very serious subjects including; thoughts of suicide, murder, cannibalism, vampirism, and heavy substance abuse. Please treat these topics with the respect they deserve. Also please do not repeat any of the actions discussed in this book. Noted, none of the actions in this book are based on true events and that not all of the places mentioned are real. This is purely a work of

On the weary night, a shadowy beast wandered into the town of Hadleyville. Attracted by the light and singing of the town’s tavern, the beas punch open the door. The pieces of broken door flew across the tavern hitting liquor bottles and people inside. The men, too drunk with moonshine, are only able to make out the beast contour marked with moonlight. Anger by the appearance of the beast, the drunkard next to the entrance pull out his revolver and open fire. The bullet, upon contact with the beast, ricochet off and hit another drunkard. The bartender appear from behind the bar counter and blast the beast away with shotgun. While it caught him by surprise, the beast stand tall unmoved. The men at the tavern, scared by the beast, began to scream and retreat. Many jump off from window, gun in one hand and their drink in another. Grendel then

Feeling the heat on my skin, I sat there staring at the fire. I watched as all the women in my village worked together to cook dinner. Hearing the laughter and conversations between everyone is what I loved. Looking out at the moon and listening to the sounds of the Everglades. I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard my grandmother’s scream. We all looked over and saw her running towards us in a panic. She tried to tell us what happened, but all I heard was “It looked at me.” The men in our village had just returned and were quick to get their guns. So frightened, I ran to my chickee hut to get my older sister, but I stopped in my tracks. Right in my path was the large beast and looking at me.

In addition to strengthening the Civil Rights of the African American community there were several other societal groups that believed they too were not being treated equally. Women and members of the gay community are two of these groups. Beginning its fight for equality in the 1950s as the Mattachine Society, the gay community initially used the education and research approach to combat homosexuality (Carter, 2011). Used by gays to obtain a mental illness diagnosis, this was a way for gays to be tolerated and provided therapy instead being sent to prison (Carter, 2011). One individual that took an alternate route to champion the cause for gay rights was Franklin E. Kameny. Frank Kameny’s reason for advocating for gay rights was that he worked for the government’s Army Map Service until 1957 when he was fired for being gay (Carter, 2011).

Although Frank is just three years old he is already in charge of taking care of his brother and this will only progress as he gets older. Frank continues to grow up but at a rate most kids never have to, but he want to do anything possible to help out his mother and his family,

When Frank was in the actor stage as a child his parents were his guides, with his mother being a positive guide. His father was less available and therefore was a more neutral guide in Frank’s life. The love and support that he introjected from them likely played an important role in his coming out to them regarding his gender identity as an adult (Savickas, 2013). Additionally, his chosen role models may have been comprised of people wrote or told stories such as authors and newscasters as he loved storytelling at a young age. He incorporated these traits as he developed his

The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. “It’s the goblin!” I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. “You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?” I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half-way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most

Mr. Frank’s ability to remain positive during dire situations helps the families a lot during their attic tenure. As the Nazis are on the verge of discovering the hidden families, Mr. Frank remains