… from something I’m writing.

The creature calling itself “Mister Finger” has holed himself up in an abandoned Masonic Lodge on Ventura Boulevard. Every night, he goes out into Los Angeles and finds a homeless family. (Santa Monica has very liberal transient laws making it a Mecca for the homeless.) He kills the parents and takes the children back to his Lodge.

Once there, he performs an elaborate ritual in the heart of the Lodge’s Temple, paralyzing the child, putting the body/soul half in this world and half in the other place. Then, he places the child’s body beneath the floorboards… still alive, still aware. There are currently two hundred and twelve children under the floor. Some of them are dead, some of them are partly alive. All of them are irrevocably insane.

The ritual is slowly killing the city, corrupting its innocence. You can feel it on every street corner. Feel it when you hear a gunshot that everyone ignores, feel it when a dirty little child asks for money and gets ignored, feel it when you lock your doors and windows before you lay down in bed at night. The Night Stalker knows this energy and so did the Zodiac Killer. Rodney King felt it when it cracked his skull. It’s power is too strong, only gaining strength. Every child sacrificed here feeds it, helps it take another step into our world…