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Rogue Talk Radio with guest author Jason Harris AKA Necrophantom

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BIO Jason Harris was born 1971 in Cincinnati Ohio, As an only child my imagination grew with out repose. Finding solace in nature I grew to explore the wilderness and became fond of the outdoors. At age of 20 I started caving, exploring the dark recess of the earth and eventually my own mind. In the darkness I felt at peace, but I felt as though I was not alone and that's when my legacy opened up before me. I reached out to the dark ..and it reached back! through poems and "passages" I released my thoughts and my dreams to paper where they came to life. That day in the darkness I was changed or rather I brought something out with me, and Necrophantom was born, Now he runs my brain whispering of things insane and sends me the static while he hides in my attic and plagues my soul with the darkest visions. All this I have seen,everything I have written he has shown me and I have had to live through. He pushes me to write it all out by showing me glimpses of this madness, I have slept in terror and awakened in screams at the visions of outer worldly beings. Like thoughts inside a dream these are the haunting reverberations that once where. I released my thoughts and my dreams to paper where they came to life. I have the web site Necrophantom.com. I own the publishing company “Crawling Chaos” I published my first work "Voices under the cabin floor" After that the elder ones would not let me rest. They call upon Necrophantom and he calls upon me, I just published my work “Voices from behind the wall of sleep" Right now I am writing my next book “Demons Walk With Me” After that I will complete "Hagatha a darkened tragedy" A story that involves the small port town of gig harbor. The darkness always calls my name and again I hear their call. A sacrifice, poetry with a lit fuse, a time capsule on paper, a copyright long since held. A reason for meetings in other time zones. pages that gathered smiles and handshakes. A bittersweet victory that becomes sweeter by the minute wi