Tonight’s Tale is not for the faint of heart ..

The night feels different… doesn’t it?

Tonight… we step into a place that should feel safe…. but isn’t because sometimes the first place you call home ….is already occupied

Tonight‘s story is not for the faint of heart. It’s a tale of flesh and memory… of death that refuses to stay silent… and of the darkness that hides… not in shadows…but behind a badge.

There are sounds in the night that comfort us …the hum of crickets …the whisper of the wind through the pine, and then there were sounds that Warn us ….in the deep south tucked between moss- draped oaks and forgotten dirt roads, There was a bird whose song is not welcome, but feared they say when it calls, death is already listening.

Tell me …what is worse than death ? ..To never be allowed it.

There are places we trust …

And the dim hush of candlelight and whispered prosperity, were glued hands, concealed forbidden tremors and longing is a sin, dressed in silence, there lives a love that must never be spoken of.