Shadows will breathe

Shadows will breathe
"Careful. Evil has a way of making friends with the good and dragging them into the darkness." ~ Dr. Al Robbins

Monday, November 20, 2017


Happy Monday, Creepsters.
I'm going old school today.
I'm bringing back music trivia and doing it with a jam from the 1970s.

Can you guess the song by these lyrics?

When I was a little boy; 
The Devil called my name
I say now, who do
Who do you think you're foolin'?

Find out if you're correct and listen to it here: 


Friday, November 17, 2017

Written Words

"We love the night and its quiet;
and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
Is it not so?"

~ Fitz-James O'Brien ~

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Thursday, November 16, 2017


This is a somber piece that invaded my thoughts a few years back.
I had no choice but to give it life;
To listen to it as it spoke to me and - as best as I could - to give it a voice.
It is dark.
It is disturbing.
And I hope it reminds you appreciate everything and everyone good in your life.


Did she forget how the sun felt on her skin?  How a cool breeze could twirl her hair?  How the sand had tickled her toes?
Did she forget about the taste of chocolate brownies or how her mouth would water, almost painfully so, right before she bit into a granny smith apple?  Forget about the smell of freshly made popcorn? The aroma of chocolate chip cookies as they were pulled from the oven?   
Did she forget what it was like to awake in the early morning, curl up beside her lover and breathe him in as he held her close?
Could she not remember Christmas?  The glow of stringed lights?  The way the snow would glisten upon the driveway, like glitter on an art room floor?
Did she forget her favorite song?  Or the way she could laugh, almost with failure to breathe, over a rerun of Seinfeld?  Did she forget about that book she started to read?
Would she miss her dog?
Did she just get tired?
What was she thinking as she tightened that white leather belt around her neck?  As those silver circle notches began to leave their imprint?  
What were her thoughts when she was choking out that little girl who made sand angels on the beach?  While she was suffocating the teenager who experimented with make-up and boys?  While she was snuffing out the last of the young woman who had just started to plan her wedding?
And in those last minutes, was she scared?
And what was her very last thought?
Was it of me?
Was it of you?

- by: Deevious -        

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

November Contest...

***This contest is officially closed.***
We have our winner!
Congrats to Creepster Tstimely.

Anyone interested in some Halloween leftovers?

I am just about over my post-Halloween slump and even though I am still moping about its end, 
I am doing much better than I was last week.  
My husband - who is a Christmas fan and secretly excited for its arrival - has slowly been putting away the Halloween leftovers, weening me off of them like a junkie from a drug.  
Today, a few more skulls have been packed away into the darkness, 
wrapped up and stuffed into a plastic bin, never to return again until next September.  
I look around and see a few things holding on, 
some after the holiday sale items needing a place to rest until next year.  
So, I thought why not pass on some of this Halloween goodness to a Creepster?  
Why not share the scare?  
This month's giveaway goes to the first Creepster who sends me a Halloween emoji.
Do that and get a Halloween sac of goodies.  

Wanna know what's in it?  
Win it.


And please read over the Contest Rules before you agree to take part in any of our contests.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

When The Nightmares Speak...

Follow the link below for some scary stories...

Tell me, Creepsters.
What's your favorite one?



Monday, November 13, 2017

Go Back To Sleep...

A friend just introduced me to this one and I instantly fell in love with it.
Yay or nay?


Friday, November 10, 2017

In the Beyond...

"Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, 
there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits; 
that world is round for us, for it is everywhere."

from Jane Eyre