Day: April 14, 2025

He saw the electronic speed sign flashing 30 miles an hour. An old man whose life had gotten abysmally boring, he became inspired.

He turned around in his 2020 Honda Accord and drove thirty yards back down the street. He turned around again, and pushed the gas pedal to the floor and sped past the sign at 50 miles an hour.

After that, he made it a practice to speed up whenever he saw an electronic speed sign. He got an exhilarating thrill out of beating the assigned speed limits, like when he listened to an old song he liked, I Can’t Drive Fifty Five.

Beating those speed limits made him feel like he did in his youth, a hippie and a rebel protesting the Vietnam war and sticking it to the Man with his freak flag flying, his unconventionally long, wild hair.

As he got the hang of driving faster on electronical sign monitored streets, he kept breaking his speed records, his personal best, a buck and a quarter.

Bob Boyd

Greensboro Park contains a Vortex, a hotbed of paranormal happenings. You name it, seen it, parades of cryptids passing through – Bigfoot, Wendigo, Spring-Heeled Jack, to name a few, usually in the dark, rare occasions in daylight.

Saw Spring-heeled Jack, a rainy day in May. With high-powered spring heels he sprang up a 30-foot-tall tree and laughed at me; that devil knew I couldn’t jump that high.

Did you know Bigfoot has a twin? Saw them both in Greensboro Park, Christmas Eve 2023. Could be mistaken, but I think they wanted to give me a surprise Christmas present beneath twinkling Christmas tree lights, but I ran away too scared by the size and frightening sight of the Bigfoot duo to hang around for a Christmas present or my death.

The Vortex has a dark side. For some tuition money, a student at UNC, Greensboro, Michelle Burns, sweet, beautiful sophomore, started cryptid tours in Greensboro Park for $20 a head. Tours didn’t feature real cryptids, members of her sorority dressed as cryptids, disrespectful fakes, an affront to the Vortex.

As I foresaw in a dream and warmed Michelle about, but she wouldn’t listen, the Vortex took offense. During Michelle’s final tour, the Vortex opened, the skies thundered, Michelle screamed, the terrifying Vortex swallowed her, and she was never seen again.

Often on moonlit nights in Greensboro Park, like psychics coaxing dead people to go to the Light, I coax Michelle, who was my girlfriend, to come back to the park, and I beg the Vortex to forgive her and release her.

So far no luck; the vortex doesn’t forgive easily and will not be mocked.

Bob Boyd

Going on forty and lonely, she married a man who simply was available.

He wasn’t the prince charming she had always dreamed of, but he was financially stable and a kind and decent man.

As the years with him passed by, she felt she had settled, and her love for him had waned.

At times, she wondered if she divorced him, she’d have another chance of finding her prince charming.

But she feared being alone for the rest of her life, and she had gotten much older, her body and face less attractive.

So she remained unhappy in her lackluster marriage and found her prince charming vicariously by watching soap operas on TV.

Bob Boyd

When his high school girlfriend, Angela, who promised to marry him left him for another guy

he joined the military. saw action in Iraq, and four years later returned to his city a war-hardened man.

He looked for Angela, still in love with her, learned she had moved to another city and had gone missing mysteriously.

Years later a dream, he saw she had been murdered and he woke up crying.

A day later Angela’s body was found buried in a forest, her murderer, a serial killer arrested and jailed.

Now with tears in his eyes, he brings flowers to her grave and prays he’ll see her again in a dream and when he dies.

Bob Boyd

Jonathan thought when she left the earth plane, he was finally free of her, his hateful ex-wife who burned down his house and died of a massive heart attack before being sent to prison.

But after she died, her spiteful spirit arose and terrorized him, manifesting as an apparition of a red-eyed, evil spirit with long razorlike claws, snakes for hair like a medusa and fanged teeth. She whispered curses in his head, tormented him in terrifying nightmares and appeared to him many times daily.

Nearly losing his wits, about to have a mental breakdown, he heard of a wizard who dressed in black, always had a raven perched on his shoulder, and had powers over dark forces. He visited the wizard to see if the wizard could end his ex-wife’s ghastly torments.

While Jonathan was sitting at a table and talking with the wizard, a cheerful old man with the raven on his shoulder, his ex-wife appeared floating in the air and threatening to kill them.

The wizard, unaffected, stood up, chanted a spell in a strange language, and his raven morphed into a dragon spirit and sprang at Jonathan’s ex-wife. Though she tried to claw the dragon spirit to death with rapid deadly slashes, her slashes only cleaved the air.

The dragon spirit swirled around her dodging her attacks and breathing blasts of fire on her. She screamed and shrieked, her arms flailing, her spirit body burned and flamed until all that was left of her were astral ashes that evaporated into the ethers.

The dragon spirit’s work done, the battle won, the dragon spirit morphed back into the raven perched on the old wizard’s shoulder, and Jonathan never saw his hateful, dead ex-wife again.

Bob Boyd