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, December 29, 2017

"And it has been one hell of a year.
I have worn the seasons under my sleeves, on my thighs, running down my cheeks.
This is what surviving looks like, my dear."

Michelle K.

Thursday, December 28, 2017


This is a perfect story for this time of year when everyone is making resolutions and promises for the future.  Enjoy every minute of it...(this story and this life)

Burn With Me
Nightmare  #189

A whisper tickled my left ear.
I adjusted my pillow.

Another murmur resonated in my thoughts.  It was low and throaty and I could barely make out the words but I was damn sure it was part of my dream, part of my unconsciousness.

Burn... me.

Hardly awake, I shifted the covers over my shoulder and basked in the warmth from the blanket.

Burn.  With.  Me.

I sighed heavily. A low grunt of my own wiggled in my throat.  Go away, I thought.

Burn.  I heard a voice growl louder.  The word echoing through the room like some club remix.


I opened my eyes.

A lady stared back at me.

She had the darkest brown eyes I'd never seen, like chocolate.
And hollow.
And empty.
And I could somehow see through them.

I maneuvered some sort of karate kick under the blankets - that went no where near the threatening figure - and mixed it with a barely audible scream.

I was definitely awake now.  The haze of some forgotten dream lingered faintly in my mind.  I blinked the film from my eyes.  The bedroom was dark with a slight haze of a streetlight that poured in through the crooked blind.  The hour was unknown, but I guesstimated I had to be lost in the darkness closer to dawn.

I shook the remnants of slumber from my head and was certain the lady was gone, just a leftover morsel of a bad meal.

But I could feel her somehow.  Knew she still lingered.

My eyes darted about the room as I grabbed for some sort of weapon on my nightstand.
Noisily, I clunked around it contents and ended up holding a bottle of eye drops.

Nice, I thought.  Then out loud, "Yeah, that will scare her."
I waved the tiny bottle of salt water ferociously as a blade.
"Get outta here," I called out.  "Just go."

She popped up from the corner of my bed.

I screamed.  Very loud.

I could see the lady clearly now, as she stood standing...
near the corner of my bed.  And she seemed to mock my screams by tilting her head and forcing a confused facial expression.

I got a better look at her now.  She was easy to make out in the darkness, her body glowing brightly as if stuck under a black light.  Her skin radiated a bright white, with the bluest of veins and purple hues.
Her lips glistened the most perfect shade of pink; but were lined with black cracks and bloodied scabs.
A thick heap of silver hair matted her face and through it emerged a pinkish hue.

Her head was seeping blood.

I screamed again.  Then, I stared.  My mouth hung open, and I shivered from fear, waiting for some sort of death to come over me.  I questioned myself mentally, wondering why she just floated there, not attacking me like so many horror movies I had watched in the past.

I was petrified at the silence;
at the stillness of the scene;
at the anticipation.

I tried to push another scream through my open mouth - believe me I tried - but could not force one.
I had fallen just as silent.

Then, I heard it.

Burn.  Burn.  Burn with me.  She moaned through cracked lips that now dripped a blood to match that which fell from her hairline.

I gasped, certain I was having a nightmare; certain I only had to wake myself up.  So, I started shaking my head, violently.  I must have shook my head a dozen times.

But she was still there;
still bleeding out;
still wishing me to burn...

Then, I smelled it.

All that shaking must have jarred something loose and my senses came alive.
All of a sudden, I could hear the flicker.  My nose breathed in the smoke.

I threw the blankets off my body, slithered across the bed (away from whatever she was that was blocking the other side) and swung open the door.  I ran into the hallway.

Flames licked the walls.

Fire swooped across the ceiling, drinking the plaster as it danced.  It was making it's way from one end to the other, and I was in its path.

Why the hell isn't the smoke alarm ringing its lungs out?!?!

I spun around to confront my intruder.
The lady who surely started this inferno.
The one who wanted me dead.

But she wasn't there.

She was no where in the room.

I knew I didn't have time for this bullshit.
I ran to the window, flipped the lock, slid it open, popped the screen and shimmied out into the crisp night.

As my bare feet felt the cold, January ground, I spun around to see the severity of the situation.  It was a complete inferno that was consuming the house and it grabbed chunk after chunk of the place like a hungry orange monster at a buffet.

I silently thanked God that I lived alone and that I made it out; I cursed myself for not grabbing my cell phone; and I wondered if any of my books would survive?  Maybe just one of them?

But as I watched the flaming monster devour every square inch of my now former residence, I doubted anything would survive its fiery vengeance.

The building was crumbling now and near collapse.  I could hear sirens in the distance.
I saw a silhouette move past my bedroom window.  The lady slid the blind to one side and stared out at me ~ her skin still glowing, her head still leaking blood.  She almost seemed to smile.

Then, it hit me.
I gave her a nod.  A sort of thank you gesture.
A feeble attempt at some gratitude for waking me;
for scaring the shit out of me;
for getting me moving at such an hour.

Don't waste it.  I heard her creepy voice in the back of my mind.  And with that, she nodded back; folded her hands in prayer and stepped backwards, disappearing among the blaze.

"I won't," I whispered back.  "I won't."

~by: Deevious~

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

My Book...

I am so proud to announce that my short story  
has been approved for publication with the NOOK press.

     (Just follow the above link to purchase a copy for yourself.)


Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Monday, December 25, 2017

Holiday Wishes.

From Night Lights Cast Shadows to your holiday home...

Find this GIF here

Merry Christmas you filthy animal.


Friday, December 22, 2017

Need a Break?

Not celebrating the holiday?
Refusing the yuletide cheer?
Need something to pass the time?
Then check out these Nightmares and Creep on Creepin' on.


Thursday, December 21, 2017


This is one of my favorite pieces I wrote a few years back.
Any thoughts, Creepsters?

Color Scheme - Nightmare # 32
The red-brick house sits among the yellow flowers and the green grass
under a blue sky with white clouds
and an orange sun that shines its rays
down upon the purple lilac bushes ~
heating the black-tar driveway
and ricocheting off the silver car
where underneath runs a trickle of scarlet liquid
beside a tan body
now limp
with blue lips and fingertips.


Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Poetic Rhetoric

Thanks to one of our Creepsters we found out this verse belongs to
Andrea Gibson.
Great words, Andrea.  Thank you for them.
And thank you, Creepster Matt, for the info.

I love these words.
Anyone out there know the author?
I would love to give them props for this amazing verse.

Image found on Pinterest

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

When Words Haunt...

So, I am currently reading a collection of short stories and most of these stories are at least a century old or more.  And I love the writing and the language and actually find myself having to look up words and terminology from the day.  It's been quite the adventure.  Anyways, I wanted to share one of my favorites passages from one of these shorts.  It's about a storm brewing and the uncertainty behind it.  I hope you find the words as haunting as I did...

"Then would arise the great clamour of the storm,
sweeping, sighing, and groaning in the distance,
as if all the invisible powers were seeking and calling on one another in the darkness,
while living things hid themselves, sitting in corners, in order to escape a fearful meeting with them."

~ Erckmann-Chatrain ~ 
(The White and The Black)


Monday, December 18, 2017

My Shadow's Shedding Skin...

Do you know this one, Creepsters?
Maybe recognize the movie?


Friday, December 15, 2017

Scary Reads

πŸ’€Need a literary fix?
Then, here's something for your weekend.
For all my Creepsters out there, check out the following Nightmare Link for some scary short stories.


Thursday, December 14, 2017


I think I have edited this piece about twenty times.  Only because I know there is so much more of a story here yet to uncover.   As I continue to read and rewrite it, I know I will come back to it someday and create more of a world for Johnna and her monster.
Keep an eye out for more of this one in the future, Creepsters.

House For Sale - Nightmare #41:
It wasn’t until the third mortgage payment, that Johnna knew for sure.  She knew things had to change.  That’s when she began to work longer hours; leave the lights on all night; pray a bit more.

After six months in, Johnna knew she had to move.  There was no more denying it.  She realized this when the ceilings cracked and splintered without cause; when the various power outages could no longer be explained; when the shadows started to play peek-a-boo.

She could feel the eminent danger swelling up in that haunted house like hot air in a balloon.  So, she called the realtor and made arrangements.  Then, she called a friend and packed what she would need for the next couple of weeks.  She went to bed that night, pleased that she would be free of this awful place by morning’s light.

Hours later, Johnna awoke with a jolt.  She sat upright in bed, surrounded by darkness, unable to focus.  Her mind wrestled with a faded dream; or nightmare; or noise?

What happened to the lights?
Or her backup lanterns?
Everything was on when she fell asleep.
Everything was working then.
Was there another power outage?
Maybe a storm?

She knew better.
But what was it that woke her up?
What was it that got her attention? 

An odd, gurgling sound answered her.  This awful sound filled up the room, sounding like an army of bullfrogs by their pond.

Johnna gasped.

The noise stopped.

A minute of silence passed.

She heard it again.

The gurglings were back and this time they were closer to her.

Johnna’s heart raced, smacking against her chest like a hammer to a nail.  Beads of sweat trickled down her hairline and before she could grab for the flashlight on the nightstand, it grabbed her.

A hand - from out of the darkness - took hold of her forearm.  Its grasp on her was firm and cold - freezing, in fact - as though someone had placed a frozen slab of meat against her skin.

Johnna shook her head furiously, like a child refusing to eat vegetables, hoping to rid herself from the nightmare.

But this was no dream.  She was awake now, wide awake, and she was not alone.  Whatever lived here before her wanted her gone.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," she screamed into the darkness.  "Just let me go."

She struggled, trying to pull her arm free of the cold grasp.

Johnna whimpered.
She begged.
She cried.
She pleaded for her life.
Through her tears, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.
The beginnings of a scream gathered in her voice box, as a huge, decrepit figure came out of the wall behind her.  It was an enormous creature with hollow eyes and a jelly-like form.  It spoke not a word out of its drooling mouth. Rather, it reached around her shoulders with its numerous, bony arms and placed one of its hands over her mouth to keep her from releasing that scream. 


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Busy, Busy, Busy...

I am working on my ebook today, Creepsters.
Uploading and editing and researching and overthinking everything.
As soon as I am up and running, I will post the info for you and you can share in my story.
Till then, Creep On Creepin' On.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Embrace It...

“....That unless one wants to live a stunningly boring life, 
one ought to be on good terms with one’s darker side and one’s darker energies.”

~ Kay RedField Jamison ~

Monday, December 11, 2017

Your Question Answered...

Why do I do #MusicMonday on this blog?
Because music is life. 
The songs I post on here - more often then not - have a dark vibe to them, or maybe contain a bit of poetry, or house enough F-bombs to make me feel alive.
But the real reason that I do a #MusicMonday is because music is a part of all of us.
It connects us.
It is Life.
It is Death.
And it is everything in between.

So, please, Creepsters.
Be part of our community here.
Be part of our darkness and our soul-searching.
Be part of our story.
And be part of our #MusicMonday, because we all rock.

Without further ado, this is what I'm listening to today...


Friday, December 8, 2017

A Stranger Things Christmas

If you're a fan of the Upside Down, then you will definitely enjoy the humor here...

Thursday, December 7, 2017


I had a lot of fun writing this piece.
It was a great adventure in creating these characters and seeing where they would take me.
I hope, you too, enjoy the journey.

The Caretaker
Nightmare #34

Her name was Evie.
She walked into my dim, dreary office at the end of the workweek.
She had long legs, short hair and an insatiable taste for acoustics.
She preferred pastels;
looked good in blue jeans;
and smelled like sugar cookies in December.
She lit up the room.

And for this she would have to be punished;
Sent away, forever.

After all, I could not have my darkness disturbed -
the spell broken.
I could not have a single shred of light puncture my shade.
And she definitely looked like someone who would want to extinguish the night.

It made me sick for what I had to do.
I didn't want to snuff out her light, but I had to do it.
I had to prove myself;
Show my worth;
Send a message to the others in my profession.

You see, my work is not some menial task.
No, my work is essential.
It's for the corporation.
Thy corporation.
The ones who determine where our souls go to either rot or to flourish.
I could not be interrupted by her lure;
By her sparkle.

So, I accompanied her into the night.
Took up her offer of drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning.
I knew I could poison her drink;
Maybe con her into some dark alley;
Choke out her glow.
And the remorse, well, it would only be temporary.
After a day or two, I would forget all about Miss Evie and carry about my business as usual.
That's the nature of things and I've had to do so in the past;
Had to put many precious flowers to rest.
But that's part of the job ~ the one I agreed to years ago.
Hell, maybe it's been eons now, but I made my pact with blood and I must honor my side of the bargain - and I hate to admit it, but it's quite a rush to have such power; such influence.
I try not to abuse the skills I possess, but sometimes it's hard not to show off my talents;
To flaunt my carving skills;
My relevance.

You see, I am of a specific importance to the underworld.
I make the decisions - the important ones - of who gets to live forever and who gets to be forgotten.

I am the collector of souls; the keeper of spirits; the night watchman.
I consider myself upper management, if you will.
I make or break people.
And even though I would've loved to be stronger than my own will and not have taken Evie to bed with me that morning, I am still only a mortal and quite weak.
And I'm a sucker for long legs.

As I look back upon it now, I can see where I made my mistakes -
when I lost the upper hand.
It was somewhere between her legs and the melting sunrise that spilled into the room.

And to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as I had imagined.
Maybe she was being kind - perhaps she had a soft spot for me as well - or maybe she was just more of a professional.  Whatever the case, the puncture to my abdominal hurt only for a minute, and then it went dark.

And as I examine all the information left in my head, I realize that I was replaceable all this time - that the pact wasn't for eternity, but rather, for a lifetime.
And that I, too, would have to pay for my sins;
Be charged for my debt;
Succumb to my fate.

And even though my fate is not what I had imagined for myself,
I must admit that those last minutes of mortality were the best I had felt in years -
The warmth of the morning sun upon my back;
That taste of burnt liquor that lingered on my lips;
And that sweet smell of cookies...

That makes it all okay.


Wednesday, December 6, 2017

December Contest

***This contest is officially close.***
Congrats goes to Creepster Stacey for the win!

The Night Lights Book Club has picked 
A Christmas Carol 
as December's Haunted Read.

Win it now...

Just be the first Creepster to correctly answer the following trivia question...

In what year was this book first published?

Good Luck, Creepsters.

And as always, 
please read our Contest Rules 
before you agree to participate in any of our contests.


Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Give the Gift of Books

Looking for some great holiday gifts for that booknerd in your life?
Do you know someone who has a good heart and a dark soul?
Or a good soul and a dark heart?
Then look no further than Evil's Library.
Check out our Book Club's list of evil reads for the Creepster in your life.
There are some wicked suggestions over there.


Monday, December 4, 2017

Book Club Pick

The Night Lights Book Club has chosen this classic tale for December...

A Christmas Carol is a timeless piece of literature that does not disappoint.
The language is enchanting;
The story line is impeccable;
The characters are unforgettable.
(And the ghosts are cool as shit.)

Charles Dickens was definitely a writer for all times and all ages.
Enjoy this holiday season and spend some time revisiting some old friends in this haunting read.
(Or at least check out the movie.)

My rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ 
(because its Charles fucking Dickens, that's why)


Sunday, December 3, 2017

The Super Moon

I hope you are enjoying that beautiful full moon out there tonight, Creepsters. 
I like to think that so many of us are looking up at it at the same time. πŸ–€


Thursday, November 30, 2017


Beautiful and haunting.
That’s what I hope you get from this short story.
Enjoy it, Creepsters.

Nightmare #144
written by: Deevious

The gloomy shades of winter cast their shadows upon the day and the early night settled in.
A night that made him feel cold and alone.
He longed for a time that had past;
A time so sweet that it left its mark on his memory, like a handprint in cement.

But John knew she wasn't coming back.
He knew she was gone.
His heart told him so, or rather the void in it did.
Was it such a bad thing for them to have been so happy?
To have found each other in this crazy, mixed-up world?
Why couldn't they have had more time?
More good moments?

He blamed himself.
She was distracting him from his mission.
He knew that's why she was taken from him.
He should have just left her alone.
Ignored her that day in the coffee shop.
Shunned her when she bumped into him and dropped her cup.
He should have never extended his hand and introduced himself.
He should have resisted her smile and laughter and charm.
He should have never spoke her name...
What kind of name is that for a lady, anyhow?
But it fit her perfectly -
Her steampunk style;
Her classic, chiseled features;
Her light.

He thinks back to that first meeting with a smile.
Such an impression they had on each other.
But he also knew in that special moment, as soon as he repeated her name, he knew certain wheels had been set into motion.
He knew it was dangerous territory, but he fell hard and fast and needed to be around her.  Her energy was contagious.  Her manner, intoxicating.  She made him better somehow, and above anything else, she made him happy.  A feeling he hadn't had in eons.

"At least I'll have the memories," he whispered aloud.
And he'll savor those memories, like morsels of food, until time decides to take that away as well.
Then what?

He couldn't even be angry anymore.
He was exhausted from all the hostility.
He just wanted to be done with this world.
Done with himself.
He needed the rest.
He was so tired nowadays.
Tired of the shadows only he could see;
Of the voices only he could hear;
Of the messages he was sent to deliver;
Of this curse he was destined to live.

He was just thankful that he hadn't been the one who had to take Cooper.
That would have been awful;
No bouncing back from that one.
Maybe the Powers knew that and spared him that chore.
He mentally thanked them.
He stored his memories of Cooper into the back of his mind for later.
She did not belong here where he was now.
He would not taint her memory with such an act.
He would pull out those thoughts of her later and sift through them like old photographs and fall asleep dreaming of her.
But for now, he had business to tend to.
He made a pact and he must stick to his end until it was all finished;
Until he was allowed to move on.
Then, maybe, the Powers That Be would allow him to see Cooper again.
Even if they allowed it for a brief moment;
To see her in all of her glory and light;
To spend the afterlife with her.
That was something to look forward to indeed.

But now.
Now, he had to focus.
He took a deep breath and pushed Cooper into the recesses of his mind.
He was here on business and he had to focus.
John licked his finger and ran it over his scythe.
He inspected the house - it's clapboard siding; the cookie-cutter shutters; a wrought iron gate that he locked behind him.
He walked up the sidewalk;
Up the three steps on the porch;
Right up to the red oak door.
They weren't expecting him at this time of day, if at all.
They never do.
He took a deep breath and walked into the house.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

When the Dark Things Creep...

This photo comes from The Littlest Bigfoot Book by Jennifer Weiner
(Great book and a cute read.)


Tuesday, November 28, 2017

The Snowman Most Savage Moments

I love this crazy snowman.
This clip is a couple years old now but there's newer ones to check out if you subscribe to the Snowman's YouTube page. 
Enjoy, Creepsters.
Get ready to laugh...

Monday, November 27, 2017

It's Become Apparent

Do you know this one, Creepsters?
Check yourself in the answer key below.

There are two sides to me
Sometimes I set the evil one free
Cause I'm in love with the devil 
And she's in love with me

Listen to it here:


Friday, November 24, 2017

The Unveiling...

Here it is, Creepsters...
I have waited for this moment for way too long.
I am so excited and so proud to introduce to you our official logo.

Now, whenever you see this logo, you will know the darkness is near.
Find it all over social media.


Thursday, November 23, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thank you, Creepsters.
Thank you for being part of this community.
Your support and love means so much.

Found image at


Tuesday, November 21, 2017


I was reading a short story and came across this description of a book store. 
I loved it so much I just had to share it with you. 

"It was one of those old which the room was so small and the books so many that to move a step was to imperil your safety.  Books ran in thick, tight rows from floor to ceiling everywhere, were piled in stacks upon the ground and hung in perilous heaps over chairs and window ledges."

~ Hugh Walpole ~
Mr. Oddy

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 ~

Image found on

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

Thursday, November 9, 2017


A bit of poetry for all you dark hearts out there.

Their Intentions

They try to break me ~

The darkness, wanting to take me ~

Evil, trying to make me ~

Hell, dying to bake me.


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Challenge Accepted

Want a good laugh, Creepsters?
Watch this one...


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

A Terrible Fate

I am reading some Edgar Allan Poe and wanted to share the following passage with you.
It's haunting and it's horror at its best.
❤ I love his words...

“ event is so terribly well adapted to inspire the supremeness of bodily and of mental distress, as is burial before death.
The unendurable oppression of the lungs - the stifling fumes of the damp earth - the clinging to the death garments - the rigid embrace of the narrow house - the blackness of the absolute Night - the silence like a sea that overwhelms - the unseen but palpable presence of the Conqueror Worm - these things, with the thoughts of the air and grass above, with memory of dear friends who would fly to save us if but informed of our fate, and with consciousness that of this fate they can never be informed....these considerations, I say, carry into the heart, which still palpitates, a degree of appalling and intolerable horror from which the most daring imagination must recoil. “

Excerpt from The Premature Burial
 ~ Edgar Allan Poe ~


Monday, November 6, 2017

If You Could Read My Mind

Going old school today, Creepsters.
I found this one via YouTube and it got me. 
It's a haunting melody with some great lyrics.
This line, especially, resonated with me:

And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost you can't see...

You like?


Friday, November 3, 2017

November's Haunted Read...

The Night Lights Book Club announces its pick....

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman is the perfect pick for November.  
Coming off the Halloween high that so many of us enjoy, 
this book will keep that euphoria going strong.
This read is haunting and magical.
You will get lost in the spirit world that Gaiman so cleverly has composed, and 
- hopefully - 
you will treasure your walk with the characters that he has so intricately created.
It is a spooktacular read and is receiving the highest mark from us here at Night Lights:
I hope you love it, Creepsters.


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

It's Here!

Happy Halloween, Creepsters!!!!

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I hope you have a spooktacular Halloween - and I hope it's everything you want it to be.


Monday, October 30, 2017

Halloween Music

I am a sucker for some dubstep, and if you add Halloween into the mix, well...
mind blown!
This is such a great collection.
I hope you find it as entertaining and creepy as I do.
Rock On, Creepsters. ❤


Friday, October 27, 2017

People of Earth: Halloween

Are you familiar with this show?
If you haven't seen it yet, and you get a chance, check it out.  It's a funny one.
And if you're already a fan, than you're already laughing at this short video...
Check it out, Creepsters.
And celebrate Halloween proudly! 
Happy Weekend ❤

Thursday, October 26, 2017


Here's a great little short story perfect for the Halloween season.
I wrote this a while back and although it's a throwback Thursday pick, it's still timeless in its horror.
Hope you enjoy it, Creepsters. πŸ’€

Breakfast - Nightmare #117
I awoke, not knowing the hour.
All I could smell was bacon.

I sensed something too ~ the fact that I wasn't alone.
I bolted upright in bed; my heart racing; my nerves uneasy.
Struggling with my surroundings in the prominent darkness, my mind ached as it came out of some sort of dream that had dissolved with my sudden movement.
I tried to focus, unsure where I was and unable to determine anything familiar in the room.
And although I couldn't fully envision anything for certain, my other senses were working perfectly.

I could hear something breathing.

It was a low, interrupted wheezing sound, like that of an elderly man with emphysema.

I dared not speak.  Figured the sound was just in my head - a leftover morsel of a bad dream.
But I heard the breathing again.
It sounded closer this time.
My mind raced with ideas and scenarios and questions and ways to escape.
I doubted that I could make it to the light switch; questioned if I could even find it.
I decided to sink down, slowly, with the least possible movement or noise.
I slipped back under the blankets, using them as a sort of protective shield.

If I'm covered up, nothing can possibly get in.  
Oh, the false teachings we're given as children.

I pulled the warm covers over top my head, allowing only the slightest slit for my nose.
I tried to calm my breathing; thought happy thoughts of vacation and lovers; told myself this was all just an overactive imagination; a late-night snack fighting me back.

I listened intently, the silence cutting through my ears like a locomotive's horn.
I no longer heard the wheezing.

Definitely just my mind playing tricks on me.

And then, I heard a tussle of my blankets.
I felt the warmth of a breath on my face.


It's breath smelled, at first, like bacon sizzling in a frying pan on a Sunday morning.
Then, it turned.  It turned sour and bitter, like milk left on the counter overnight.  I tried not to vomit.  Tried desperately not to breath it in; not to acknowledge it at all.

Don't open your eyes.  
Do not open your eyes. 

I squeezed them tighter.  Clenched my jaw and prayed silently, hoping God really could hear my thoughts.

A horrific scream stung my ears.  A wail so loud, it was like a knife jabbing me in the chest. I caught my breath.  My eyes could only react and they jolted open.

I couldn't take it back.  It had seen me.  Worse yet, It had seen me seeing It.

And I knew at that very moment I was going to die.  Maybe worse than that, suffer and then die.
I knew it just as sure as you know a cop's siren is meant for you and not the guy in front of you.  I knew it like you know you're going to puke ~ that awful churning feeling, coupled with a rancid taste and a dizzy head.  And I did.  I threw up.  I threw up all over this thing.

This thing could only be described as a creature; some sort of specimen that those cryptozoologists would love to have in their labs.  It was all twisted and taut, it's body resembling a tree more so than a human or animal.  It's eyes were red and glossy with a milky substance that oozed from its corners.
My God did it stink ~ a terrible smell that emulated the laundry room of a hospital.
It had no mouth, and for a moment I was relieved knowing I wouldn't be it's next meal.  But then its neck opened up.

Yep, it's goddamn neck opened up like the trunk of a car.  It let go another scream, just as horrendous as the first one.  It's neck vibrated, releasing a spray of what could only be described as motor oil.

I screamed back.  Just as loud and just as long.

The creature stopped.
It stood up, revealing to me its enormous size.
Tilting its head, and towering by, at least 12 feet, it studied me for a moment.
Then, it leaned in.  We were face to mangled face.

I covered my mouth with my hands forcing the scream to a muffle.
I started to cry.
Again, the creature opened its neck and spat the oil at me.
I closed my eyes from the sting.  Suddenly, I felt tired.
Very, very tired...

I awoke, not knowing the hour.
All I could smell was bacon.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Stranger Things | Season 2

Any Creepsters out there follow this series?
Will you be tuning in this week?
Any expectations for this season?

I am quite excited to see what they have planned for this season,
and the fact that they used Vincent Price in the preview tells me it's gonna be a wild ride.


Monday, October 23, 2017

Monster Mash Monday

This has to be one of my favorites, so I'm posting it again this year.
It is such a great parody.
Like below if you agree. πŸ’€

Friday, October 20, 2017

Contest - Day 5

***This contest is officially closed***
Congrats to Creepster Brian!
He is our final winner in our Halloween giveaway.

Here we are, Creepsters.
It is the last day of our Halloween giveaway...
(Good Luck)

Because October is my favorite month and Halloween is the best freaking holiday,
(Like if you agree)
I decided to have a week-long contest.
5 treat bags = 5 winners.
Every day this week we will be giving one treat to the Creepster
who answers a Night Lights Trivia Question.
Will it be you?
Just be the first Creepster to answer correctly
and I will mail out a little Halloween treat just for you.
Keep in mind, candy is not what's inside these little sacs.
Wanna know what's in it?
Win it.

Here's today's trivia question:

What term of endearment do we use for our fans and followers of the Night Lights Cast Shadows community?
a.  Dreamers                        
b.  Boogers
c.  Creepsters                               
d.  Pumpkins       

❤ Seems like an easy one to me ❤

There will be a different winner everyday.
And please read over the Contest Rules before you agree to take part in any of our contests.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

The Contest Continues...

***Contest Closed***
Congratulations to Creepster Angela!!!
She is today's winner πŸ‘πŸΌ

We're into it now, Creepsters.
It is Day 4 of our giveaway.

Because October is my favorite month and Halloween is the best freaking holiday,
(Like if you agree)
I decided to have a week-long contest.
5 treat bags = 5 winners.
Every day this week we will be giving one treat to the Creepster
who answers a Night Lights Trivia Question.
Will it be you?
Just be the first Creepster to answer correctly
and I will mail out a little Halloween treat just for you.
Keep in mind, candy is not what's inside these little sacs.
Wanna know what's in it?
Win it.

Here's today's trivia question:

What is the tagline we use here at Night Lights Cast Shadows?
a.  Dream On                        
b.  Spook It
c.  Creep On                               
d.  Time Up       

❤ Seems like an easy one to me ❤

There will be a different winner everyday.
And please read over the Contest Rules before you agree to take part in any of our contests.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Contest - Day 3

***This contest is closed***
We actually had a tie today.
Congrats to our Creepsters, Koty and Christie!
They are Wednesday's Winners!!!
For the rest of ya, there's still 2 days left to win.

Hello, Creepsters and welcome to day 3 of our Halloween giveaway.

Because October is my favorite month and Halloween is the best freaking holiday,
(Like if you agree)
I decided to have a week-long contest.
5 treat bags = 5 winners.
Every day this week we will be giving one treat to the Creepster
who answers a Night Lights Trivia Question.
Will it be you?
Just be the first Creepster to answer correctly
and I will mail out a little Halloween treat just for you.
Keep in mind, candy is not what's inside these little sacs.
Wanna know what's in it?
Win it.

Here's today's trivia question:

Where can you find Night Lights Cast Shadows?
a.  Facebook                        
b.  Twitter
c. Our Website
d. Tumblr                      
e.  All of the Above


There will be a different winner everyday.
And please read over the Contest Rules before you agree to take part in any of our contests.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

October Contest - Day Two

***Contest Closed***
Congrats to our fellow Creepster, Georgina!!!
She won day two of our contest.

Hello again, Creepsters.
Here's what's up for grabs...

It's our monthly giveaway!
Because October is my favorite month and Halloween is the best freaking holiday,
(Like if you agree)
I decided to have a week-long contest.
5 treat bags = 5 winners.
Every day this week we will be giving one treat to the Creepster
who answers a Night Lights Trivia Question.
Will it be you?
Just be the first Creepster to answer correctly
and I will mail out a little Halloween treat just for you.
Keep in mind, candy is not what's inside these little sacs.
Wanna know what's in it?
Win it.

Here's today's trivia question:

When should you be checking out Night Lights Cast Shadows?
a.  Halloween Time                  
b.  All Year Round
c.  When You're Feeling Creepy                            
d.  The Christmas Season      

❤ Seems like an easy one to me ❤

There will be a different winner everyday.
And please read over the Contest Rules before you agree to take part in any of our contests.