XIII Floors


In the city of dark angles, the silver screen turns black
Seeking fame, found infamy, fallen legends haunt
A dominant maze entraption, drawing victims into an embrace
Vertigo ascencion, trapezoidal grace
A Night Stalker's Lair, thirteen sacrifices
Strangulator, Mutilator,  Author pain and pleasure
Black flower picked and plucked, sheared by mystery's hand
Two in one, excarnation, unexpected fate, hand in hand to death
Violated to the grave, a lady's wings spread to flight
Black Water madness, Lam Dam, poison oriental tea
Rama-lama-ding-dong, thirteen floors, hidden doors
Triple six to thirteen, visitation, communication
Hellevator going down, forever lost in shadow


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The Cecil Hotel
640 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA 90014

The true history of the city of dark angels & Hollywood Noir is far from the pretentious depictions fostered by the mainstream media. When you dig a bit deeper, behind the veil of herd icons, movies, & starry-eyed folklore, the real history is a mysterious and shadowy one. Here is one such account.

The Cecil Hotel runs with blood. Containing a dark history of murder, suicide, & rape, historically located in an area once fertile with erotic entertainment, it had since fallen into crime-ridden surroundings, but has recently been undergoing renovations.

Perhaps these anomalies are elements of The Combination Lock Principle at work*.

* Serial Killer The Night Stalker Richard Ramirez stayed on the 14th floor {which was actually the 13th floor; see below}, disposing of bloody clothing after a night of 'sacrifice', remaining in a small room sometimes for days, playing loud music.
* Murdering Journalist "The Vienna Strangler" Jack Unterweger stayed there while on assignment, suffocating, mutilating, & torturing prostitutes, presumably deriving first hand experience about the subject of crime in L.A.
* Plagued with suicides & unsolved murders, The Black Dahlia resided there before her corporeal bisection.
* Many people leapt to their deaths, whereupon in one instance, impacting with a passing pedestrian.
* "The Pigeon Lady of Pershing Square" Goldie Osgood was raped and killed in her room.
* The nude corpse belonging to Canadian tourist 'Elisa Lam' was found up in a water tank on the roof weeks after death, obstructing the building's water flow, and necrotically filtering into the system. Residents complained of low water pressure, & dark, strange tasting water. The last recorded moments of her life on an elevator camera shows her acting frantic, panicked, afraid, as if being chased, waving her hands and acting as if 'speaking' to someone or something not apparent. Interestingly, a recent outbreak of tuberculosis was named 'Lam-Elisa', presumably in honor of the then-missing girl.
* Billed as having fourteen floors, it actually has thirteen, since the number is 'hidden' because of the nefarious connotation. Other hotels in the area also practice this fear.
* Originally advertised as containing 700 available rooms, it now admits to 600. There is a room 666 therein.
* Occultist Aleister Crowley resided at The Cecil when visiting Los Diablos. Intriguingly, at the time, it was alleged that he was in 'communication' with a being named "Lam" {Tibetan term for "The Path"; resembling a "graylien"} Perhaps this may be a "tulpa" thought-form since haunting the premises.
* Interesting to note, the film 'Dark Water' contains many synchronicities with this haunted hotel. For instance, the name of the little girl is "Cessie" {short for 'Cecilia'}; The ghost girl perished in a water tank on the roof; water issues forth black & unsteady. Set in a downtown area.

Taking The Law of The Trapezoid* into consideration, the architecture features an overhang decorating the circumference of the roof, as if 'looking down' upon the street, while two elongated red signs flank the building like red arms welcoming the unwary inside. The fire escape located on the right appears like a lightning bolt jutting down earthward, while the main door sign above the entrance displays two grating decorations on either side of the title, giving the impression of grates that would be on the sidewalk.

The lobby has been remodeled with classic European style decor, including statues and elegant Romanesque/Grecian elements. The interior is a labyrinth of thin, dimly-lit hallways leading to small open areas with cottage-like windows with a view of the dark city below, accessed via virtually "hidden" elevators, which are unobtrusive, essentially looking like the room doors, which could possibly be missed were it not for the floor number displays above the entryway; and otherwise via an open spiral staircase giving the impression of a vertigo effect upon the observer. There are subtle differences per floor, featuring rich, dark coloration and preserved Noir charm. There is one hallway with nothing but a window at the end of it, as if someone could take a running leap straight through.

There definitely seems to be Dark Forces at work here. Personally, I would not recommend residing here for vacation or tourist purposes, but perhaps only for investigative exploration. Should you wish to stay at The Cecil while visiting Hell-A for a night of haunted experience, call 1-800-666-2691. ∞

*See The Devil's Notebook; Anton Szandor LaVey.

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The Watcher


I often wonder what shambles
Just beyond unopened doors
What hidden marvel ambles
Upon dark and unseen floors
When the thresholds seal is broken
And flooding light pours in
What ghosts of words unspoken
Are drowned within the din
I find my mind goes drifting
I gaze long and lose much time
For my spirit is in need of lifting
By the world which hides behind
It must seem odd how long I stare
More so that I barely blink
But to me this is a prayer
That I should one day cross the brink
So I watch shadow darkened doorways
To the silence I bend my ear
For a creak or crack I dearly gaze
And I long so much to hear
Yes, the opening will come one day
The barrier be breached
I will crawl into the outer plane
Like a loathsome hungry leech

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The Phantom


It’s always there, watching me
I have nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
It’s always within sight
And when I think I’m alone
There it is in front of me
I cannot get away
Always chasing after me
I think I may go insane
It’s around every corner
Always on the horizon
Always out of reach
Why can’t I lose it?
Why can’t it leave me alone?
The shadows close in
My mind sways like the wind in the trees
A cold wind; deathly cold
Lives lost
What could’ve been
What has been
What will become
Why does it follow me so?
It’s a shadow, sticking closer than my clothes
Setting my teeth on ice
Putting out any flicker of life
What is this phantom you say?
Not what, but a remembrance of who
Here is a mirror, see your own face.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This just came into my mind after hearing the Phantom of the Opera.... kind of a weird twist on it's idea, where the real ghost is the Phantom's remembrances of Christine. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to comment!

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OK, here was my nightmare:

I was in this house that had a basement and in the basement were stairs that led to an attic like place. The basment was haunted and so scary. I was terrified to even be next to the basement door. I followed this old lady down into the basment and up these stairs into the attic. There was a living room there with two couches and two chairs. I sat up there with the old lady and all of a sudden I felt a cut on my cheek and instead of the blood running down my cheek it ran up my cheek and the old lady was like "Oh they got you too, it happens to me all the time."

Then my mom and three other old people came up there with us and sat down. They said they wanted to play a game and they all pulled out guns and started shooting eachother. Then this HUGE black dude came upstairs with a GIANT ax and chopped the old dude sitting in the chair next to me in half! I screamed and ran out this door which lead to this hill outside.

As I ran out there were tons of people following me, running in fear too. Jeff was there as well. I finally went back to the basement and discovered that my mom was missing an arm and it was all bloody as hell. There were nurses there and they were making us stick out hands in this jar-like thing full of bullet ants. It hurt but they said it was for our own good. When we got back into the house I walked into the bed room and discovered Jeff in bed with a 15 year old. He said he had been cheating on me with her for 6 months. I started to cry and beg to him telling him that I loved him so much no matter what he did. And he got pissed and this teenager, who was his friend in my dream, started telling him that I was a bitch and he should kill me.

Then there was gun fire coming from everywhere and everyone started running and I could see Jeff and that teenager coming after me with a gun. Then Jeff shot me in the back. I finally got away from him and met this woman who took me to this other woman's house where she said she could fix my wound. So she did but I was still scared shitless.

Then all of a sudden all those people came into the house and were still running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I saw Jeff and the teenager and hid under these stairs, my heart was pounding. Then Jeff and the teenager saw me and Jeff poitned the gun right at me and I kept saying "why are you doing this? I love you so much please don't do this!" Then he shot me in the head and I fell to the floor but I was still alive. I played dead untill he was gone, or so I thought. When I got up he saw me and ran towards me and held the gun to my face. I broke down. And cried and cried and cried, and begged for my life and I kept telling him "I love you, please don't kill me, I Love You.".Then there was a struggle. Then I hear "BANG!!!" That's when I woke up.

It all seemed so real too. I never want to have that dream ever again!

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I didn't realize what I saw,
Until sometime later it shattered my dreams.
Unable to sleep at night,
Trembling in fear,
Drenched in sweat,
The anguish diminishing whatever sanity remains.
Doesn't happen often,
Mostly I stay strong,
But when the nightmares return I struggle to stand tall.
They all feel so real,
So vivid I tremble at the thought,
But I'll continue to fight,
Refusing to back down.
I can't lose to myself,
Committed to endure the suffering,
Because nightmares are only dreams,
And I control my destiny.


As she stood, gazing into the mirror, looking at the aging reflection
that stood before her, Jennifer closed her eyes,
as if to catch the falling tears;
in her thoughts echoes of a haunted past played on,
beating against the walls of her mind
torturing her with scenes of a summer long in the past;
a summer they couldn't escape. "I'm so sorry...please forgive me."

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Don't know what to say
just wish the dreams would go away
there are no words
only thoughts that refuse to leave

Like a ghost behind the mirror
the dreams are always there

Like the reflecting spirit
that lies in wait

The image remains
the haunting goes on.

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