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

Friday, October 9, 2015

Feature Friday

I follow this cat on YouTube and found some humor in this one, so I had to share it.
I know if it happened to me, I would be convinced that a paranormal force was messing with me.
:) Enjoy, Creepsters.

Thursday, October 8, 2015


I received a lot of positive feedback for this short piece I did last year.
And since Autumn is knocking, take a trip back and revisit it with me.
Here it is again, Creepsters:

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

In Autumn

"On the lonely hillside, darkened by the over-hurrying clouds,
Ghostly, stand the withered corn-rows, in their waving moonlight shrouds,
Like the band of those departed, murmuring with discontent,
Come again to tell their sadness, hid in vengeance as they went."

- from his work, The Sachem of the Clouds

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Favorite Vacation Spot

If you know me personally, you know I love to travel.  I will go anywhere the road takes me.  I am often asked what my favorite places are; Where I plan on going next; What I like best about the places I visit.  This is my answer:

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Where do you like to vacation?
The beach.
Any beach.
With enough sunscreen, I can hang out on a beach for hours upon hours.

What's your favorite thing to do there?
I love the feeling of sand in my toes.  I love to play with it; bury one foot and then the other.
I make sand angels.
I try and build sand castles; but am usually too lazy and too inept to use the right ratio of water and sand, and they usually crumble within minutes of construction.
When I get done sifting and sculpting the sand, I sit.
I sit and watch people as they pass by.  I watch their feet skim the water; the smiles everyone seems to possess at these places; the flip flops they're carrying in one hand.  I look at them with the eyes of a writer, wanting to know their story; their pain; their favorite movie.
I watch them come and go, knowing I may never see them again; feeling blessed I caught a glimpse of them and their relaxation; wishing them well and hoping they enjoy there time here.
After I'm done people watching. I stare into the abyss.

I can stare at the ocean for hours.
I watch the beauty of the waves as they dissolve into the clouds;
I get lost in my imagination as the blue from the water and the sky mingle;
I think of others who've come before me.
I try to imagine those who sat on this very spot in the sand.  I wonder if they, too, were awestruck by the beauty of the beach?  If they, too, gulped in the fresh air as if it were their last: and I wonder what they were like.  What brought them to this place?  Love? Solitude? Sadness? Maybe one too many margaritas?
I think of the water souls.  Those who have traveled the ocean.  Those who rode its waves; its calm; its storms. I think about those men and women who were so in love with the water, they gave up land to explore it; travel it; to make a living on the blue mass.  I imagine all those who traveled it for fun; for food; for treasure. I try to fathom the number of souls the ocean decided to keep...

Next, I get a drink.  Something refreshing like a Daiquiri or a Margarita or some blue vodka-based drink that makes my muscles relax a bit further.  Then, I pick up a book.  I read a few pages, take a few more drinks before all the ice melts and read some more.

As the fat old sun warms my bare skin and the cool island breeze brushes my sweaty brow, I nap.  I nap on a lounge chair near the water's edge; arms hanging off its side, allowing the salt water to lick the tips of my fingers as I fade in and out of luxurious slumber.

When I overheat, I drag myself to the water; allow it to lap my body with its cold refreshment.  I shiver as the sun plays peek-a-boo behind a tiny cloud - the only one in the bluest sky I've ever seen.
I dunk my head; spat the water from my mouth; dunk again.  The salt burns my eyes.  It feels marvelous.  I twirl a lock of hair and lick the salt from it.
The taste, Delicious.
The day, Peaceful.
My heart, Grateful.


Monday, October 5, 2015

Monster Mash

Such a classic and an absolutely spooktacular tune for a #MusicMonday in October.
Anyone else liking this one?

Friday, October 2, 2015


I've missed you, sweet October.
Welcome back.

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Thursday, October 1, 2015

October Contest

*****This contest is closed*****
We have our winner!
Congrats, Christie!!!!!

Let's get this awesome freaking month of October started, Creepsters.
Let's give something away!
How about this DVD ~

Now, this is no ordinary DVD.  
This one is telling me it has 13 movies on it.
That's 13 horror movies to get you all primed up for Halloween.
On the back cover, it says that it contains 18 hours of hair-raising bliss.
Now, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, 
but it's all yours if you're the first Creepster to correctly answer the following question:

What was the first horror movie ever made?
(Hint: the year was 1896)

Leave your name and answer below.

(And as always, please check out the Contest Rules before participating.)