God Bless The Immortal Curt Morley

On Friday, when I left The Dungeon to go about my business, it wasn't long before thoughts of our dear friend Curt Morley began flitting in, and out of, my head. This continued throughout the afternoon, and into the evening. 

Friday night, after everyone had fallen asleep, I stayed up, reading the new issue of Scary Monsters Magazine. If you don't have it - get it! Anyway, I stayed up quite late, reading, and watching the double feature of "The Bone Jangler" and "Penny Dreadful's Shilling Shockers" on the local Horror Host Underground TV station. Eventually, I allowed myself to fall asleep on the couch.

At about 6am, I woke up to the sound of someone walking near me, where my head was on the couch. I was startled and groggy, as I'd just really gotten into the sleep zone. I looked up, and no one was there. I realized that whomever it was was walking past the coffee table in front of the couch where I'd been sleeping. I looked over in the direction of the fireplace across from my head when I spotted what appeared to be a transparent, yet grainy, figure of a body. It was now near my feet. I looked there, expecting to see Master Gregory, and was just about to ask, "What are you doing up, walking around?" That's when I saw the shoulder of a man at about 6 feet from the ground. I thought to myself, "Oh. It's just a ghost," and went back to sleep.

About 45 minutes later, I woke myself up, poured myself a glass of milk before going to bed proper. As I drank my milk, I decided to check my Facebook messages, seeing as my phone was sitting there, and I'm so Type A, and I need to be busy all of the time. There was an e-mail from a mutual friend of Curt Morley's. I clicked on the message, and received the terrible news that our dear friend had died suddenly of a heart attack on Friday afternoon, right around the time I began thinking of him so much. That's when it hit me - BOOM! "That was YOU (that I'd seen in the living room), Curt!"

Curt Morley was a dear friend of ours. We'd met him online through mutual friends on Facebook. He led ghost tours of the Fox Valley region of Illinois. We'd accompanied him on one such tour, and were only a few weeks away from attending another. We'd soon be having him on the nighttime show, discussing the paranormal, and our many experiences with the great Unknown. Curt and I talked with one another often, especially in times of trouble. We were no strangers to that topic. Curt had been through many hardships, and things were just starting to turn around for him. We were all so happy for our friend. I personally couldn't wait to embark on the many adventures that lie before us. And, so, embark on them I shall, and Curt will be there at my side.

Curt, know that Nocturna & I, and all of your many friends love you.

"The way you walked was thorny, though no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Now you will have peace for eternity."

Yes, peace, and more supernatural adventures with your spooky friends. Until we meet again... which, knowing you, Curt, could be any minute now.