Mike Jones: Infernus

Shortly before Michael died, dementia robbed him of the memory of who I was. He began to think I was one of his caretakers. That truly scraped my soul.

That defined Hell for me. So much so, that when I wrote chapter nineteen, “The Core,” and made this chapter the definition of Hell, the things the creature said as she lay disintegrating in Dr. Mountfountain’s arms were the same things I had heard Michael say to me. Taken directly from his conversations with me. “I’m sorry I came into your life and ruined it” and “Don’t ever send me away.”

Then I went quite mad with my writing. I decided instead of using pen to write with, I would (metaphorically) stab the paper with a knife, cutting and slashing and wounding.

Quite early in writing this mess I knew no one would ever publish it, so I decided, that instead of writing a horror book, I would write a horrible book. The distinction for me was this: Since I knew it was never going to be published (and who, in their own madness would publish such an offensive mess?), I would pour my guts onto the paper and just write like hell. Since it would never be published, why not put every dark horror I could think of on paper, and simply not worry about writing “down” to anyone? Make a horrible book just for me.

And I did just that; or attempted it, never caring if anyone ever read it. It was merely therapy for me. My creative juices turned the most murderous things in my mind that I was thinking of doing to this horrid disease, and to others that had treated Michael badly and me because of his disease (and no, you wouldn’t believe some of the stories) into episodes in Infernus .

Probably the reason I had saved my most vitriolic poison, and the longest chapters, for false religions, was because of how some of these lovely individuals directed their version of “love” toward Michael and me. Yes, I’m being facetious.

It must have worked as therapy. I never needed to get on any medication or see a therapist.

I’m completely normal!

After reading Infernus , wouldn’t you agree?

See you in your dreams. Heh-heh.

Truly… The End!

FIRST EDITION

Infernus

Published by Blasphemous Books

an imprint of KHP Publishers, Inc.

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This book is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This work, including all characters, names, and places:

Copyright 2012 Mike Jones

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Cover art Copyright 2011 K.H. Koehler

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This concept of the book being dictated is also explained in the appendix.

See appendix, at the end of the book, for an explanation of this mystery.