Death is the only event which we can predict with absolute certainty. No one can deny
the existence of death. The defining question is how we survive the experience. If we
do not believe in any form of after life, then the conscious mind will not be prepared
for the experience causing a period of confusion after death. A similar confusion that
is created when ones remains are buried at the crossroads or one perishes there, leaving
them to ponder which direction to take, inhibiting their ability to further create mayhem
on earth. The crossroads spoken metaphorically can be defined as occasions or places; “to
be at the crossroads” refers to any turning point with an unpredictable outcome (the
literal meaning of crisis), or the hamlet located at such a junction.
The Lake House Hotel
existing since the 1800’s is located on such a property, currently known as the corner of
Cherry Valley Road and Old Route 115/ Wilkes Barre Turnpike. Built in the peak of the
Victorian Era, in an environment where the earth freezes solid during winter months, the
rumors prevail of the possibility of the kin entombed in the basement, and the numerous
accounts of the death tolls from suicide to accident staining its walls for eternity. Could
our hotel which now houses the Legendary Hotel of Horror, contain the lost spirits of a
bygone era, making it truly the Road House of Dead?
In the beginning dolls were never intended to be used as mere play things. They represented the coming of age, a replica of what we as living humans hold most important; a child. Dolls in ancient times, in most cultures of the world were used as an offering for the hope of fertility and in some cases used to absorb the energy of some one and create magic.
Dolls in essence are false representations of sentiment beings, looking at us with never ending expressions as if their eyes truly contain souls. In actuality the only vessels that truly resemble us and contain souls are children. Tiny humans with endless energy and wild imaginations amazing the dormant adult mind.Master mind manipulators in precious corrupting packages. As we mature our wills broken and civilized, we are far from our origin of being natural atheists; we are now threatened by the holding and obscuring of the knowledge of truth.
Fearing in our dreams the embodiment of death, uncontrolled emotion, a mundane existence, and temptation. Dolls too, become broken, physically stained as does our subconscious, revealing itself in what we dream. The simple childhood toy becoming the mechanical embodiment of the ghosts locked in our heads. A doll that is possessed is a manifestation of our own demons
The static displays of history's experiments in practicing medicine, preparing the dead, memorializing life. Reality in it's darkest hour.
