WARNING

The following story you shall be told is taken from my diaries written at the time Kenneth Anderson and I first knew about Marilyn Shine. I can not guarantee the proof of the existence of the documents used to write this story. It is indeed impossible to tell if I am lying or really telling the truth, so, you, the reader, must decide for yourself. 

17 March 2009 Plano, Texas

Okay, there is not much time left, so, I will just get to the basics. If you are Kenneth Anderson, go to Transylvania University. Find the documents. Bring them to me. The documents are of what happened in Urbington, North Carolina in 1985 through 1987. The person we need to know more of is Marilyn Shine. From what I have gathered, she has eyes as red as our own blood, black hair, a striped shirt in black and white, and silver boots with wolf's fur. 
So far, I only have gathered the documents for what happened in 1983. The story behind her begins, as I have said before, in Urbington, North Carolina in that year. There was ongoing controversy with Muslim Turks at the time with The Motion Picture Alliance for the Preservation of American Ideals and Marilyn's grandfather was 85 and still living. The reason for the controversy was that The Motion Picture Alliance was killing innocent Muslims for a long time. This is Marilyn recounting what happened on March the first to second that year. 

"This was when I was seven. I was at Oliver's house talking about his glory days with him a lot. He would tell me about his life at Walt Disney Feature Animation* helping create the Xerox photographing techniques and working with Jim Henson. Oliver was the craziest technological pioneer... but, it was all dust to dust and somebody new came along. His coal powered machines aided many people who were dying in the '30's and '40's, but, eventually, he settled down and had a child named Clarissa. Ollie even made machines to aid even HIMSELF in his frail state. 

'GrandPap,' I asked him as I left his house that night on March the first. 

'Yes,' he replied. 

'Will there be a day when there are no more problems with The Motion Picture Alliance?' 

He smiled at me and said, 'There will be, Mary, there will be.' 

I smiled back and went into my father's car, not knowing that I would never see him again. 

The next day, I was walking into a nearby church to see what the fuss was about. 

'Why are there so many policemen outside,' I asked. 'And how come every one of my family members is wearing bla-' 

There. There was the corpse of Ollie. Just lying there. I was in utter bewilderment and shock. Many emotions ran through me, sadness, anger, confusion... I did not know how to feel. 

'Tell me of what happened,' I begged of the priest. 

'Your grandfather,' he started, 'was killed last night.' 

'WHAT?' 

'Yes. He was killed last night by somebody. Yet, we do not know who he is.' 

I started to cry in sadness. I already knew that there was nothing that could be done. 

'As Oliver Glaze has been murdered, his soul can not be saved. He has been damned. It is God's law.' 

This were the words that made me go into rage. Yelling at the priest, I said, 'Is THIS my reward for defending God's church?' 

'Sacrilege!' 

'I RENOUNCE GOD! I will find the man that killed GrandPap Oliver! No matter how long the road to glory is; no matter the distance; even if it shall take a lifetime, I WILL FIND HIM! And, once I do, I shall make him suffer with all the powers of DARKNESS!' 

I then took the nearest dagger and aimed it at a stone cross, which contained The Blood of Immortality. It started to come out of the stone cross, so, I filled a bowl I had in front of me with the blood. 

'And, this blood is the blood I am damned to drink for eternity! My thirst for it I shall NEVER control! For the blood is the life... and... it shall be MINE!' 

I then drank The Blood of Immortality and, suddenly, I began to feel myself change. I could not tell what was happening, so, I looked into a mirror to see. My skin turned completely white to the point where I had no pigment. I grew razor sharp fangs that I can not feel as I have immunity to pain. My eyes had changed into the color of the blood I had just drank. My heart stopped beating, never to have pulse again. Never. EVER. The stone cross had also become a huge stone orb surrounded by crystals. 

'GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'" 

These are the only things that I have of the history of Marilyn Shine. This is why we have to know more about her. So, Kenneth Anderson, go to Transylvania University. Find the documents. Bring them to me. We need to know about these happenings.

I spend most of my time researching things related to strange worlds and the realms of Disney. I, also, happen to love steam powered warfare, Celtic culture, REAL horror films, and Gothic literature myself. And, to write about these things is Heaven. And so, it is our duty to tell these dark and upsetting tales to the general public. My name is Ralphie Saavedra. 

And, once I have those documents, we shall make the novel that will surpass them all. 

Good luck, 


-S.