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, January 29, 2018


Creepsters, do you know this haunting tune?
(It's a classic)

I'll wait in this place 
where the sun never shines
wait in this place 
where the shadows run from themselves...

Friday, January 26, 2018

Do Not Speak His Name...

"He can melt into shadow or pass through walls.  
He can't be touched, or seen, or heard.  
And he can radiate fear so intense it can drive you insane or stop your heart.  
Why do you think all rational creatures fear the dark?"  

excerpt from The Lightning Thief 

Thursday, January 25, 2018


I can still hear the ringing in my ears.
The endless noise of their whispers.
These shadows that speak in hushed tones.
They haunt my dreams.

Hidden in the brush, among the rocks and between the trees are gray shadows with ash faces. 
They speak but one word. 
And they repeat it over and over and over again.

~ Deevious ~

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

#Wicked #Wednesday

Who's in?

Image found here 

Like if you're wearing it, Creepsters! 👍

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Do Tell...

Do you have Ouija Board story?

We want to hear it.
Share it with us in the comment section below!

Monday, January 22, 2018


The devil's in a rush
And this duct tape makes you hush
Hey there, Sedona, let me cut you a deal
I'm a little hungover and I may have to steal your soul...

Gotta give props to a friend who recommended Houndmouth to me.
He knows his jams...
Thanks, Antz.


Thursday, January 18, 2018


I remember this nightmare.
It was from years ago.
And I can never forget that creature.
It has left Its mark.

The Pachyderm - Nightmare #27:

He clutched the metal clasp that hung at his neck. 

At first glance, we thought it was a necklace. 

On second look, this fastening was part of his person. 

With a thumb and index finger, he forced it and with a jerk, began to unzip his skin - as if removing a jacket.  The ripping sound of each notch, as he pulled its closure over his chest and down to his stomach, echoed in the dark room like nails down a chalk board.

Blood and organs oozed from the opening. 

The newly emerging creature chuckled.

We screamed.

And screamed.

And stood frozen in place.

The creature spoke only once before beginning its feast, “And here I thought the circus was just winding down.”

                                                ~ Deevious ~    


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Scary Story Alert!

The readers have spoken...
Meet Meredith has received ALL five stars
and so many amazing reviews!

Thank you, Creepsters!
It means so much to me that you love my scary story!
Thank you
Thank you
 Thank you 

If you haven't read it yet,
Get your copy at Barnes and Noble today!

Just follow this link...


Monday, January 15, 2018

Eminem - Walk On Water

I think we're all writers.
I believe we all have a story to tell.
Our story.
The way we see things and hear things.
The opinions we have and the ideas we form and all the people we get to meet along the way.
I think we all have a verse to sing.
A chorus to share.
A song in our heart.
We just have to find the right audience...


Friday, January 12, 2018

January Contest

***This contest is officially closed.***

Do you like ghost stories?
I'm thinking if you're part of Night Lights Cast Shadows, then you absolutely do.

For the New Year -
I am giving away a free copy of my ebook to the first Creepster who responds.
The only catch is to submit a review on Barnes and Noble for it after you read it.
I would appreciate any love for the story you could send its way.

An email address is required for the contest exchange.
Message me, Creepsters.
Be the first to do so and win it!

And - as always - please read the Contest Rules before you agree to participate.


Thursday, January 11, 2018


This is an excerpt from a  dream  nightmare I had.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.

Incinerated - Nightmare # 99

A fat-bellied robin coughed on its song, as the black smoke billowed past the tips of the trees.  Traces of gray clouds floated across the evening sky and the building raged with heat.
Screams echoed through the flames.
Less than a block away, the little girl stood staring at its inferno.
With glazed eyes and a pointed finger she cried out:
"Their blood is on my hands.  I killed them - all of them -- every last one of them."

                                                                            ~ Deevious ~

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

This looks terrifying...

I think I'm gonna love it.
Are you a fan of the Slenderman?


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Do you like ghost stories?
Find the best of both worlds in this short story...

Find it HERE


Monday, January 8, 2018

I Belong to Them

"And now I'm convinced on the inside that something's wrong with me..."

I love this one, Creepsters.
It's one of my faves from Seether.
Any other fans out there?


Friday, January 5, 2018


So much truth here.
I love my imagination and the places it takes me...
even if they are dark and boding.

Image found here

Thursday, January 4, 2018

A Nightmare Takes It Shape...

This short story was delivered to me in nightmare form.  I awoke one morning (okay, late afternoon - if I'm being completely honest) and had to piece it together - first the souvenir shop, then the struggle uphill, and finally the horrifying images of those creatures and the fear that came with them.  This is what I remember....

At Sunset - Nightmare #44
And upon this steep hill – only accessible by foot or by some rugged, all-terrain vehicle – sat a man.  He was older than most, and creepier than any one person I had ever met, dream or no dream.
Beyond my hesitation was a force that pulled me towards him.  I chose to ascend the hill.  The dirt road stood erect with craters the size of meteorite hits and divots of delicate earth that were upturned.  Halfway up the incline, a single sign stood on the side of the path, planted in dead grass.  It simply read:  Blown Glass Ahead.
Then, like a flip of a switch inside my head, I remembered why I was here.  I faintly recall having been at a souvenir shop only an hour before, inquiring about their products.  They had one huge, beautiful blue glass vase sitting in the window of this little cozy shop and it just happened to be not for sale.  With an inherent need to have one for myself, I insisted on where to find one and ended up here - wherever here was going to be.
Sweat dribbled down the middle of my back as I pushed on up the hill.  The day’s sun hung low beside the hillside, playing peek-a-boo behind a think line of evergreens.   I pushed on and thought how great a huge glass of water would taste right about now, or maybe one of those big gulps of cola and crushed ice you purchase for about 10 dollars at the movie theater.  Either way, I was parched and tired and was
Upon reaching my destination, the craggy man stood up.  His denim overalls and white shirt were caked with dirt and clay.  Or maybe it was paint.  Thick glasses, which made his eyes appear large and wild, decorated his rather small, unshaven face.  He put his hands to his hips and spoke in a gruff voice.  “Get off my property, ma’am.”
“Hold on a second.  I just wanted to take a quick look at your products and hopefully make a purchase or two.”
“Not for sale,” he grunted, turned and started walking away from me.
I followed behind him.  “Earlier, I was shopping at this little store in town and I saw one of your vases.  Absolutely beautiful.  Anyway, they recommended I come up this way.”
“Not for sale,” he repeated, not slowing his walk.
Fighting for breath, I pulled on his forearm to stop him.  “My God, don’t you want to make some extra money?” I asked, still panting for air.  “I hiked the whole way up here to see your work.  will pay cash.”
He sighed.  “Go.  Go now.  Come back in the morning.  Come at first light.”
“But I’m here now.”
“But I can’t help you once the sun goes down.”
He paused and stared off into the distance.  Tilting his head, he studied the passageway of trees.  He refused to look at me when he spoke.  “If you go now, you might make it.  If you wait even another minute, you won’t.”
“What are you talking about?”
And as if to answer me, a wail so deep and boisterous erupted from the tree line.   My heart palpitated so fast and loud that I could feel it beating in my neck, right under my ears.  I tried to catch my breath.  A fear swelled up and resonated inside me. 
“It’s almost time,” the man whispered.  He gave me a nod, and took off into a sprint around the trees and through an open field.  I could just see the top of a tin roof on the other side of the lea.    
A small piece of the sun still twinkled behind the hillside, casting its orange glow about the land. 
Another piercing wail reverberated through the trees.
I started to run.
With panic as my power, I all but skidded down that hill.
Faster and faster my feet took me.
I leaped over one crater of a pothole after another; I bounded overturned rocks and slid through gravel.  The path curved and I knew I was close. 
I could finally see my car.  I just had to reach it.  

Another wail resonated behind me.  Then, another.  How many where there?  And what were they?  What was coming for me? 
Don’t look back. 
Instead, I looked up.  The sun gave me one last wink before the hillside snuffed out its light.  The trees around me began to melt.  Literally, melt.  They withered into sadness.  I could hardly believe my eyes. 
What the hell was I doing coming here? 
All of this for a vase?
No.  Too ridiculous.
 I was lured here.  Set up.
I screamed out of frustration and from the burn that took hold of my upper thighs. 
I heard the gravel kicking up behind me.  A running sound of sorts and more wailing, followed by snorts and whispers. 
Maybe wild pigs?
I chuckled. 
Vampires.  So overdone these days.
And in the next second and with one swift movement, I was in my car. 
Doors, locked. 
Key, turned.
Engine started on the first try.
I threw the gear shift into reverse. 
And just like the curious victim in a horror story, I had to see it.  See what was coming for me.
I paused.
And coming down the path at an alarming speed was a pack of black, ghastly figures.  It looked as if they were one big puff of billowing smoke, but they had the tiniest pair of skeletal legs for running and their mouths hung open wide, so wide they could probably swallow me whole.  Where their eyes should be, were bright white spaces, the look and shape of eggs.  One of these things raised its thin, bony skeletal arms high above its head.  It and the other shadowy figures wailed in unison.
I started to cry. 
I shoved the gear shift into drive and thanked God over and over again as those horrific figures got smaller and smaller in my rear-view mirror.

The End 

- story written by: Deevious -

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Fly High...

Thank you, Ariana Dancu, for these words.
This quote really resonates with me.

Image found on Pinterest

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Book Club Business

The Night Lights Book Club has announced Meet Meredith as it’s evil read for January 2018.

Here's what to expect...

Meredith is crazy.  She hears voices, sees ghosts and talks to the shadows.  
Sidney is a self-reliant bartender who’s just trying to make payments on her new car.  
When Meredith stumbles into the bar and into Sidney’s life, the two form an unlikely alliance necessary to battle the ghosts that haunt Meredith’s world.
Join them for an intoxicating tale of spirits and retribution.

I wrote this story, Creepsters and I am very proud of it,
that's why it's receiving the highest rating here at Night Lights:

I hope you love it too.

Want to read this ebook?
Just go to to purchase it.
(It's .99 cents US currency)
And if you don't have a Nook, 
no worries, 
Just download their free app to read it.

About the author...

Deevious is a horror writer and the creative mind behind the popular site, 
Night Lights Cast Shadows.  
She is a book nerd; a travel junkie; and a nightmare survivor.


Monday, January 1, 2018

A New Year for the Book Club

Don't judge this video by the expression on my face.
It's a good one, I swear it.