KMV Enterprises & The Nightwatcher’s Gallery 

******** ** ******* the Extraction of Evil © The day I went through the door of my eternity the curiosity opened beneath me. Thus I positioned myself through the long corridor of what I thought would be a form of enlightenment. This is the beginning of my story, a story that would take me on a journey into the beyond. My impressions were that being here and now in this place, would be reminiscent of the life I left behind. What a surprise it would be for me to find out the true nature of evil. Being the skeptic that I had been all my what I believe my 32 years of life, that had brought  solace unto me. With the presumption, I was unsure if my beliefs would carry me forward into the new realm that would be my new beginning or shall I say would it be my end? My vision not yet near I had a sense I was not alone. Beginning my journey down the corridor an eerie silence moved me forward. I touched the wall and felt a warm wetness that was somewhat sticky. It flowed from above downward to what was apparently beneath me. It was not a floor more like a mass, something I could not have known before. This was all new to me and frightening. In the distance I heard screams seemingly louder and louder as I moved forward. It was not that I was walking towards them but being forced in that direction. My mind could not get the feelings out of my head the sticky warm moist walls and the almost pulsating mass beneath my feet. I believed that I was in a corridor however, my senses were deceiving me. I could not help but hear the screams growing ever louder. Behind me was a deafening silence. I turned around yet nothing was there. I mean nothing. No light no darkness just nothing. Another louder scream ahead of me and I continued to move forward not on my own but being forced somehow. My fears are now taking control and getting the best of me. Whoosh, I heard the crack of something that sent a wave of panic and fear throughout my body. Again I looked behind me and again I could see nothing like nothing was there. No dark, no light no walls, no floors an emptiness. I tried to move backwards away from the screams that were coming closer to me as if they were beckoning me forward but could not. Again and again, I tried to move backward towards the emptiness yet I continued forward against my will. This heightened my senses further and protracted my panic and fear to a level that made me break into a sweat. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! a very distinctive sound preceded each scream. A force louder than anything I have remember hearing in my recent memory. Digging through the chasms within my mind, digging, digging, through the tortured volumes of my life that preceded this moment. No moment could be remembered that was as terrifying as the moments in the present. Whoosh! again and again, almost deafening now within me and then the screams that followed.  What was happening to the existence that had only begun in this chapter of what was preceded by a blood curdling torment now before me. Feverishly I looked to the left and to the right and continued moving forward against the will I thought I had. A force beyond comprehension.  Again Crack! the sound of not just the fear within me but force pounding against the silence that so briefly followed each scream louder and louder. Deafening and painful to endure. The beat of my own heart now undulating with the constant rhythmic pulse. Screaming piercing my mind now and the fear growing more intense with each moment. Scared by the seemingly recklessness of everything happening around me. Leaning against the wall and the moist wetness flowed around my touch. Where I stood a throbbing mass pressed upward yet almost knocking me off balance. Unbearable was its nature, while thinking, am I going mad? What is becoming of my very senses that made my reliance of the everyday existence that seemed like an eternity ago. Inhaling a deep breath over and over again trying to calm the fears raging inside my mind. Seeing through the endless torment I visualize who I am or was and nothing is clear. Breathing faster and faster only to realize calm must come forth in order to regain control of my senses. Senses that are unnerving knowing I cannot even see what is going on yet I know it is happening before me. Rational thoughts come to me or at least I thought they were. Feeling the intense pressure build within me from my pounding heart beating against my chest wall as if wanting to escape the madness that surrounds me. The confusion that has over taken everything that I ever knew. Breathing deeply, I was conscious of the hardship and effort it is taking me to try and regain control. Deep concentrated efforts surround my efforts knowing every second is an eternity which is enduring and unfulfilling. With each passing moment, disaster stares me in the face and intent on destroying everything I knew. Whoosh! again and again it never leaves me, hearing it over again and again then the screams ever louder as my body motions forcefully forward towards the sounds of terror. Crack! then the brief silence, a definitely rhythmic gymnastic execution of what laid before. Its presence seemed to persuade me into the known fears now pronounced in a painful excursion I’m on.  Wait one second the thought came to my mind Victor!  yes Victor! I shouted it throughout my mind, that is my name. The sound of my own name echoed endlessly bouncing around the synapses endlessly. A rejoice came forth, if I could scream it aloud it would surely have been only me that heard it. Yet it comforted me to believing that there is something within my soul crying out in anger to not let go of everything I was and possibly am. Frantically I searched everywhere and it evaded me or so I thought.  A calming nature filled my body not to the extent it relieved me of the misery that has been presented to me however, knowing that in sight that the existence of me was somewhere. Keenly aware of my current situation with no control and a discourse of terror taking place within my existence. I longed for my sight to return, preferring to face my fears and possibly the eviction of the current reality that is ever present around me. I want to know what I am facing and stare it in the face, stand tall against is brutality and its multi-dimensional reign of terror that has been thrust upon me. Trying to force thoughts of the past before this new realization started, Victor! Victor! ... okay that is my first name. Pressing myself to try understand why nothing made sense and how I found myself in the predicament that currently has been entrenched around me and deep inside my mind. Grasping at any glimpse of my purpose, my previous existence that obviously shown itself ever so briefly by presenting my name back to my conscious level.  A splash upon my face, another, what in the world was that? As my hand automatically rubs it off and like on the walls sticky, moist and warm to the touch. A sick feeling in my stomach takes control and again the fleeting thoughts of my previous existence are erased from my present situation. Gagging over the feeling. Fighting to bring it back and regain control of my thoughts and the surroundings that I know there is no apparent control. Oh I hate being out of control. It frightens me. I feel another splash upon my face and now on my arms it terrifies me further as I know not what it is. Oh my God my mind screams out, knowing full well I know not what the concept of God was, what is happening to me what is going on a never ending thought prevails. Whoosh! Whoosh! and Whoosh! followed by rhythmic patterned screams and the grim CRACK sound, the presence of its thud once again invades my mind. My heart pounding ever harder and faster. Trying what was tried before I try to turn around and evade what was in front of me yet, there is no possible way I can move backwards, as if on a treadmill and again the dark nothingness prevails, my understanding is bewildered by its own sense of the emptiness behind me as I move forward the emptiness continues to grow behind me. How is that even possible the mind is seemingly playing tricks upon itself yet nothing is there no sound, no anything there is just the forward my mind sees in front of itself. It is so overwhelming to me the senses are not just confused but lost in the reality the mind is embroiled in. A flash so bright comes through and encapsulates my mind, Victor! Victor! Victor! spontaneously comes back to me. Victor J!.....J!.... J!....a!... James.... that is it... Victor Willard Wentworth James. In an instant it erupted to the surface. An identity, my identity. Whoosh! no!  no!  I fought hard, oh how I fought hard, to prevent the sounds entering back into my presence. The perception of sounds I was hearing within were invincible to my preoccupations of trying to identify with my identity. Every moment was tormenting my soul, how could I not concentrate on being the person I believed  in which, whom I was, strong, brave and unafraid and now frail and meek to the turmoil before me gorging upon my life as I now know it. Engulfed in the desire to spring forward back into what I once knew, a podium of understanding perpetually virulent in my domination of those that I had surrender to my way of being. In an instant another flash spreading into the visual cortex of my mind. Like a flashback, I felt it visually it was a flashback, mine, my flashback, and it was my vision of others that was a stain on their existence. Fearful of what being brought forward inward I scanned my perception of the thoughts flashing before me. Could it be, me who was wrong was my visions of my previous existence being exaggerated or was the visuals being misconstrued given the scenario I found myself in. Is this the glimpse of my reality as I lived it or as it was perceived to me by others, more confusion came to the forefront along with a fear of my possible identity. Whoosh! again over and over again, ever closer more frightening than before the screams vibrated my very being to the core like shattering glass thrown against a brick wall the searing pain of its formidable strength surrounding me. Then the thundering cracking sound pulsating everywhere.  Enveloped in the pressure through my body was like rampant torrential down pour coursing its way through my veins the pulsing sounds like that of a tornado abound. In my head I screamed Victor! Victor! Victor! ... trying to evaded the world around me. Reaching out to the walls to hold on to stop the relenting movement forward towards this terror. Turning myself sideways trying to dig in my heals into the mass beneath me only to realize in its futility. Walls streaming with the sticky moistness flowing over my hands. Spatters coming from in front of me upon me everywhere. I could not stop the forward momentum, it was horrifically frightening. Upon the walls I could feel a pulsing that only before I could feel upon my feet. It was like with each movement the walls flowing with the stickiness and the mass beneath me was alive and was moving me forward. Again I looked back yet nothing appeared like it never existed. Victor! Victor! again I cried out to try and bring back the emotional virtue I once knew as myself, I knew it was there. Bang! another flash moment comes into view and surging its energies could this be the moment I am back into my what I thought my true reality.  Bang! Bang! Bang! more flashes, more visuals, more definition, my fears subsided, the pounding beat of my heart slowed. The bang flash felt like being inside of an echo chamber with a cannon going off beside me. After the initial shock, a calmness prevailed I still could not see in front of me I knew not what was there nor behind the sounds still ever present however, the memories flooding back to me brought a insecure peace allowing me to think more rationally albeit temporary. Giving rise to my insecure visualization that hey, I may even be able to get out of this situation I am in. The thoughts was just that, the visuals were just that misguided and insecure, they were not to be the enduring serenity that I was seeking. The calmness would not last, the tormenting evil torture would persist and come back into my existence...It would be more fearsome, and gruesome and torturous... I could feel it and I feared not only its existence but the knowledge of its force coming at me. Not knowing its full force that not only would betray my very senses but possibly my existence and any possible future. I knew not where I was or where I was going or what was going to happen... or what of the forces surrounding me may prove to be. At that very second another flash forward to what is now my existence, like the wisp of a cloud on a mountain top being swept over the peak by the winds my site appeared. Not clear but some definition was coming into focus. It was at this moment I realized that maybe it was better that I could not see what was before me. All around me from top to bottom like a curtain of red flow oozing from everywhere top to bottom and a river flowing at my feet. Seeping from every thing and dripping from above all around. Uncomfortable as it was and a new heightened sense of fear entered my soul. I took this new found opportunity to look behind me and even though I was now with sight there was still an emptiness behind me. The existence behind, was not black, not dark, not red as it was now visually speaking in front of me, or to my sides or  above and ahead of me there was just nothing and emptiness. I had thought it was that I just could not see or sense anything however in reality it was that there was nothing. It did not comfort me seeing the empty void with a total nonexistence. Rushing forward I inhaled as if for the first time a retched stench became very apparent sense of smell. It now occurred to me it was the crimson red flow that was flowing ahead of me and from above. As far up as I could see and nothing but this flow of crimson. It was like I could see up a wall on both sides miles high and the whole way up it flowed down it seemed endless. There were darkened red veins protruding from the walls and this moist warmth of the discharge could be felt and seen all the way up. I first thought it is a waterfall of red, yet it did not act like a waterfall it did not extend away from the wall in any way it clung to the walls in its downward movement. Ahead of me I could now see others, people moving forward, toward the sounds, and screams now almost to loud to bare. I could not see them actually walking forward yet they were moving forward into the distance. None of them looked backed I yelled to them hoping for some sort of response and yet nothing no one responded they just kept moving forward. Then I realized they must be like myself I look back and see total emptiness they must be going through the same ordeal. It was my sense of insecurity that became even more real. Yes somewhat comforting me now knowing there are other people ahead of me however, even though it was like they ignored my calls, it was not obvious to them I was even there. Could it be that behind me there was someone just like me that was enduring the same sensory issues. So many things that made me so unsure and insecure of my surroundings. Whoosh! and at that very instant I saw a huge blade, razor thin from the very top of the wall or what I believe to be the top, to the bottom slice through the space in front of the individuals I could see. This blade looked like it was miles in height towering beyond the height I could actually see, quick instantaneously moving from one side of the wall to the other. It glistened as if the sun was shining from its back side looked like the first light as the sun comes up on the horizon. Like the early dawn sparkling all the way up as far as I could see. The point of light rose up like the apex of a celestial event. As my eyes followed what seemed like an endless blade skyward, it mesmerized me. I was unsure of how those folks ahead of me were viewing this or even if they saw it. Then a loud scream followed by the very familiar Cracking sound. I could not see beyond the folks in front however I realized something beyond them obviously had taken a toll in some fashion. At the very instant of the Cracking sound the mass beneath my feet that I was moving forward upon pulsated upward, its unnerving sense brought fear back tenfold. I felt the sweat upon my brow as it dripped downward upon my face. Like someone threw a glass of water in my face with one distinctive difference it was the now known wet moist sticky fluid. My heart beat ever faster yet again the calmness that I became aware of when vision returned and visual familiarities returned to me now dissipated rapidly. Unconscious of what was really happening before me the panic entered me more fervent than before. The illusion of calmness suddenly screeched to a halt. What is the world is going on, and at the moment, this thought came to mind, I realized WORLD? If everything that I knew was no longer familiar and what I could now see, does the world exist does anything exist, do I exist? My thoughts were definitely taking their toll the surroundings the visions that were being portrayed in my head were almost unbelievable yet they were happening. Everything seemed so unrealistic. I stretch my neck as much as possible forward, to see into the distance ahead of me. It was like I did not move at all, there appeared to be no restrictions yet I could not move my head forward yet I was still be forced forward. I knew that I could look back, so I careened my neck and tried to stretch forward as if pushing my head up against a wall but to no avail. So I could look up and back and side to side but I could not move my head forward in any fashion. It was not making any sense to me. Thinking to myself, I am moved forward yet I cannot move myself forward, this became all so very confusing. It was if I was imprisoned in my own space with only space enough to look sideways, upwards, downward and behind. So, I looked back again, and yet the emptiness persisted. Trying to comprehend the existence I find myself in, so again to myself I think, I am moving forward, yet I cannot make myself move forward to peer further ahead. So as my forced movement, moved forward and continued, the emptiness behind me had vastly increased. Yet I could see nothing in that void either. So let me be clear I am thinking to myself, I can see what is in front of me yet I cannot physically move myself forward further. Another known to me is that I can look up, side to side and behind me. Okay that is making sense to me on my limitations. It did not help me with the fears that are deeply embedded within me now. Whoosh! followed by the now routine ever deafening screams and loud crack and the newly added visuals of the blade and the glistening light from top to bottom. Also the now more fearful aspect of the splashing of fluids upon my face. All this now becoming very familiar to me yet, there was definitely no comfort in these revelations that I can assure you. Trying to get a grip of myself yet again, as with each time the horrifying events that were happening ahead of me. I wondered to myself if the people ahead do they sense the same horrific events ahead of them. To me it appears that they are acting like nothing is happening, so this adds to my confusion. Visually speaking it actually appears they are enjoying themselves yet there is no laughter I hear nor do I hear any conversation of any sort. I do not even know why it appears to me they are enjoying the progression of events. Is this all in my head, When I called out to them they did not respond so I attempt it again and like before it is like I am being ignored, however, it does not look like they know I am here. Oh how I wished I could reach them get them to acknowledge my existence even. Please I thought, please turn around please see that I am here. Please I beg of you realizing to myself that it matters not to them, or is this a vision that only is visible to myself being here by myself. The thought raced to my mind like the old saying if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? I also realized at that moment where did this thought even come from because I am realizing I do not know what a forest even is. So many conflicting ideas and thoughts are becoming more and clearer yet, so very unclear. I am lacking the understanding of anything yet it is if I know many things. I do know one thing for certain that confusion prevails and fear and terror within me is the dominant force. Desperately, I yell as if at the top of my lungs to the people in front of me, yet silence, and no acknowledgment of any sort. Again and again I scream in a fit of desperation. Over and over again I continue with this behaviour of futility. Ever present is the familiar sounds of terror coming just ahead of them. I could not even grasp the distance between myself and them. I thought maybe this is why they cannot hear my calls so I scream again and again and again as before nothing. A total silence and lack of  acquiescence.  Must I concede to yet another fear. Anger even, enters my thoughts that they are not giving affirmation to my existence. Would it even matter that anger invades my mind, no one knows of it other than myself. Each and every event compounded upon the previous. I just want it all to end however, I do not even know what that means. What it means for me and what I preceive as an end. All I know is what I see and experience in this very moment. It is like I have memories yet I do not know what they mean or what they really are. Just the very thought of all of it terrifies me even further.  My thoughts are now alarming me. There is no escape even from my own thoughts let alone the setting I find myself.                                                                            Incredibly, I try to rationalize what is going on, and sort out the mayhem that is confronting me head on. Unrelenting muddled thoughts enter into my consciousness and out again. Like flashbacks of days gone by, each and every single one with meaning that I am unsure of. Surely my comprehension of what I am facing and the thoughts flashing back and forth in my mind mean something or has meaning. A steady storm of continuous, meaningless  thoughts ricocheting back and forth in my head. The paranoia continued to build upon the already existing presence of each previous impression. I am completely unsure if they are my memory or things I am imagining. No matter what, I could not escape the trappings being put into my head. Whoosh! the familiarity of the frequent sounds came hauntingly back, like a bursting sledge hammer hitting a steel anvil, right beside my ear. As swiftly as it seemed to of subsided it made its presence known as if informing me, that it will not be leaving me anytime soon. I yearned for it all to stop. I heard the screams and the loud crack, as I had so many times before with a difference it was inescapably louder and more menacing. The light on the thin blade glistening brightly and appeared to flash more, as it was making its pass ahead of me. The people in front of me again appeared like nothing was happening. How could they be so complacent, I thought to myself. If I could, I would go confront them and question the  casual apathetic stance they were taking, in view of the obvious horror in front of them. What is going to finally make them crack, to show some fear and terror, that I was obviously feeling. I just do not understand how anyone could be so unnerved by the obvious happenings all around. Give me strength I thought to myself, as if I was praying to some essence that could actually assist me in some way. I realized that would not ever be the case. It was becoming more, and ever so clear that what I am confronting what is the realization of my own destiny. The one thing that separated me from those very grim thoughts, was the fact, I do not even know what is going on. Again I get splash of the red ooze, right in the face, this time seemingly warmer than the previous times. With an automatic response my hand went up as if trying to prevent what already had happened. My hand continued to wipe downward the warm viscid fluid that had been splattered upon my face. With the movement forward, I could see that it was no longer just slosh upon my face it was hitting me like projectiles all over my body. Each time this occurred the fluid was harder to remove as if it was building up layer upon layer and had room for displacement. More frantically my hands tried to remove the semiliquid from my face. My thoughts continued to try envision what was before me what I was heading into. I did not want to lose sight of the evil presence that had invaded my space. The evil which had manifested itself into the horrors, repeatedly ideate the acts, of its vengeance, upon me. Rational thought had come to the front of my mind, am I hallucinating this whole ordeal? How is it possible I do not understand anything that is before me. Is this a terrible nightmare I find myself in. My mind racing to encounter a vision of possibly waking up. Yes I will wake up at any moment and it will all be over. Yet in my own precognitive sense that I was becoming aware of made me understand that it may not be a nightmare. The confusion in my head, of what my reality was, continue to harness the thoughts of futility. Flashes were coming to my mind, more and more frequently now, as if my cognitive nature was rising up out of its slumber. With each thought my mind scrambled to try and make sense of the experiences that were being placed before me and what had been in my possible past. Many of the thoughts were jumbled and led me to most likely misconstrue what the true meanings were. Would any of the rationalizations make sense and how would they assist me now. Like a thousand miles a second a rocket blasting off into space. Then, I thought what is that? What is a rocket? Where are these thoughts coming from? How do I even know what a rocket is? Or do I? Conceptually, I do not even understand the meaning of space. My mind obviously trying to rationalize the thought processes flashing inward, yet I am not understanding.  The prevailing thoughts confuse me further and panic continues to drive my adrenaline as if feeding a furnace. With each of the contiguous thoughts, fleeting as they were, an almost residual effect of calm entered my mind, even if ever so briefly. With each moment of calmness that relieved me of the turmoil I had experienced, the rampant terror would strike back, seemingly more horrific than before. The draping ooze upon the walls seemed to flow more poignantly, and it became ever present along with the diabolical plot in which I am entwined. Could it be, even with all the confusion in my mind it is finally trying to comprehend an understanding to what has evaded me until now. More flashes more thoughts I did not realize I had. Some of which actually made sense to me. They were not memories per se but an understanding of concepts and meanings of valid entities even. It was as if there was a start to grasp and understand the very basics of possibly what was my previous corporality. It almost made me feel excited knowing that some semblance of order was coming back to me. My thoughts running wild with this new found plethora of experience. Again Whoosh! and Whoosh! again, the endless sounds came rushing back. No, No, I thought in my mind, No not again. My heart sunk and my eyes welled up, please! please I begged! I begged and begged again, as if someone was listening, through my mind’s eye, let this stop and stop it now. I could feel the tears drop down from my eyes, now uncontrollably, As I wept, a lump rose up in my throat, made it hard to swallow and now a pain in my chest as the experience washed away all the new found thoughts that entered my mind. The very deliberations, which had finally given me a glimpse of tranquility. Gone, All gone as if picked up by a tornado stolen from me. My bottom lip quivered uncontrollably. The event was filling me with relentlessness and its very unnerving nature brought fear into my soul. Again it was like I was consenting notification to the evil forces giving it permission to take away the conscious efforts towards my calmness. Oh it was so painful to my very being. My emotions were tormented and tortured. I have to regain control, I just have to. This is driving me insane. I am now sobbing almost uncontrollably. This is not doing me any good I will not be able to rationalize what lay ahead in my current state.  ***********   .................................................................................................................................................................... .................................................................................................................................................................... So here we begin.... This preamble is a continuance of enhancing the bonds between life and maybe it’s not so realistic reality. Dreaming or the possibility of your own reality through the eyes of a stranger and contemplating its vision of unending fears. Everything you thought you knew and believed may of been wrong or just a coincidence. We shall see. The only thing that is running through my mind at this point is escape! escape! escape! With a trust is that my belief, for which I am seeing before me. Cautious of its anticipation,  of pure speculation of what is, OR what could be our very reality. The very fabric of my being that I once knew will be tested and dare I say yours. So I say, throw caution to the wind and know that what your are invited into what may be something you are not prepared for. This prism of the adventure that will be ahead of you, and with that I say good luck to all that read the pages that follow This is the beginnings of some of what will be written by The Nightwatcher’s staff ( it is the staff’s belief that not all things have to be technical in nature and that some just some can be obscure and possible even be enjoyed). .................................................................................................................................................................... .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 2 .. Virtuosity .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 3 .. Reliving the Past .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 4 .. Grim Opportunities .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 5 .. Defining Times .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 6 .. Queued Operations .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 7 .. Subliminal Standing .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 8 .. Fabrication of Justice .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 9 .. Experiencing the Nightmare .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 10 .. Evil Extracted .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 11 .. Revelations .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 12 .. Live Reality .................................................................................................................................................................... Chapter 13 .. The Final Stand ....................................................................................................................................................................

Chapter 1 Intro - Presence of mind