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Meet Meredith

Thank you to all of my Creepsters
who read and reviewed my story.
Check out all of the love I have received for Meredith.
It makes me so happy that you fell in love with her too.

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#Grateful

Find her story on HERE

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Middle of the Night

The screams awoke me from a deep sleep.

They were my own.

~ Deevious ~

#FlashFiction

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For Your Gypsy Soul.

"We were born before the wind,

Also, younger than the sun..."

Answer

#MusicMonday

#MusicTriviaForFun

#RockOn

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We actually encourage that here.

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A Spiritual Graveyard

Anyone who knows me,
knows I have a love (and respect) for graveyards.
Here's a spiritual one I came across on a previous adventure.
Perhaps it can help you too.

#tbt
#peaceofmind
#innerpeace
#goodvibes
#letitgo
#releasethedarkness
#releasethedemons
#embracethelight
#befree



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Hey Creepsters...

Using a GIF, 

what's the last #horror #movie you watched?

Nightmare #108

The clown came to me and recited a poem...

Do not go near the pond or it will swallow you whole.
Do not stroll along the beaten path
For there are things that want to make you their own
And I cannot control their wrath.

Do not go looking for ghosts
For they will find you first.
And do not taunt the spirit world
For you cannot predict what they will curse.

Fear the dark and respect the night;
Hold close your own shadow and soul
Bask in the sun and ignore the moon,
Lest it play you for a fool.

~Deevious ~
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Spiders and Lyrics...

"I like the way they all scream..."




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#MusicMonday

Be You

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Happy Hearts Day

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I am not afraid of your darkness.

Kindred Minds

This is my interpretation of kindred minds.

It is a syncing together of one pain or one event or one person.

And so we all feel it, but not all of us will talk about it.

That's where the writers come in to take over.

This is when the poets bleed their souls onto paper.

And this is when the authors have their way with words.

And I hope I can do it all justice.

All of this emotion and imagination must be put to use.

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Bury A Friend

This is #MusicMonday and this song is wicked.
Billie Eilish is crazy talented. 
I love her style, her darkness and her delivery.
Will you give this one a like, Creepsters?



What do you want from me?
Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? 
What do you know? 
Why aren't you scared of me?
Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

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Fallen

"Her wings were made from magic 

and her passion was carved from fear.

She created chaos wherever she flew 

and she carried her dreams on the wind."

~ by: Deevious ~ 

Image cred is from Pinterest 

Calling All Book Nerds...

I have been adding videos to You Tube as part of my Book Club. 
Please subscribe to it and be part of the conversation. 
Check out my channel here:
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February 2019 - Book Club Pick

Book Club Business - February 2019

Hi Creepsters!

Welcome back to our Night Lights Book Club.

For this month, we are looking at a classic.

Dante's Inferno has been added to Evil's Library.

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past 700 years, you've had to hear about this book.

It has stood the test of time and is referenced repeatedly 

throughout our entertainment venues, social media and society in general.

I am currently working on a piece of fiction that involves the afterlife 

and that of Heaven and Hell.

I wanted to revisit this classic as a kind of summoning for my writing;

A bit of research for my work.

The images and writing of Dante is haunting and memorable.

Check this one out and let me know your thoughts.

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NightLightsBookClub

#EvilsLibrary

#CallingAllBookNerds

A Must See

OMG.

😂😂😂

I'm laughing so hard.

This is great...

#Split

#Glass

#loveit

Image Cred: me.me

I had planned on posting about the Night Lights Book Club today, but I found this instead.

I love that I can relate to this meme.  

Can you? 

 #hilarious #awesome #lol

Stop back tomorrow for our February Book Club business.

(This month's pick is wicked.)

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The Demon's At The Door

  Hi Creepsters.

  Here is another short story from the recesses of my mind.

  It is based on a nightmare that I had a while back 

  and I thought it was time to bring it to life.

  I think the underlying nature of this tale is that of guilt 

  and uncertainty 

  and perhaps a sliver of evil.

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  The Demon's At The Door - Nightmare #130

  by:Deevious

  I left him.

  I did.

  I left him behind in that darkness.

  And I've been ashamed of myself ever since.

  Sick to my core.

  Unable to forgive myself.

  Unable to forget that -

  That thing;

  That creature.

  That hideous monster that devoured him like a last meal.

  I see his face everywhere -

  It haunts me -

  Taunts me -

  Tortures me worse than any creature ever could have hurt me.

  I remember his eyes -

  Big, brown, clear eyes, full of light and promise.

  Full of conviction and passion.

  Until he saw it.  

  I could see his eyes fill with fear and disbelief.

  I think we saw it at the same time.

  I didn't even pause.

  I didn't think he would either.

  But he did.

  I told him to run, but he froze in place.

  Stood still and stiff, like a statue outside a stadium.

  I didn't even turn around, not until I was in the church.

  Not until I was through the doorway.

  That's when I heard his first scream.

  Then, another wail followed.

  It sounded wet and I knew he had blood in his throat.

  I looked into that cold, dark night and saw his body drop to the ground.

  A huge, shadow-like creature with silver hair 

  and crustacean claws hovering over him.

  I yelled so loud and so long I thought my lungs would burst, "David!"

  But the people behind me pulled me into the chapel and closed the doors.

  I kicked and screamed and fought them like a junkie being hauled off to rehab.

  I refused to be consoled and blamed them for his demise.

  I cursed them out in this holy place until there were no hateful words left to spew.

  When I finally collapsed, I laid the blame on myself.

  Blamed myself for loving him in the first place; 

  for accepting his marriage proposal in such a wicked and uncertain time; 

  for allowing myself to believe in a future.

  My mind tortured me with visions and illusions of his death.

  My guilt conjured up unreasonable scenarios and ridiculous outcomes.

  After the tears and the self-loathing, I passed out.

  I fell into an exhausted sleep only to find a land of broken dream pieces 

  and hellish nightmares that left me with more questions than answers.

  And when I awoke to more screams, I realized they were my own.

  A fevered sweat and a swollen head 

  and an aching heart brought me back to reality.

  Brought me back to this wretched new world where monsters roamed free 

  and humans became the hunted.

  A knock at the main door interrupted my thoughts.

  No one would answer it.

  No one would dare.

  But I dared to open it.

  I wanted answers.

  I threw away any regard for safety or for myself.

  I ran to the door with grandiose thoughts of a David reborn, or better yet, saved.  

  I led myself to believe that he had survived the attack.

  The others begged me not to open the door; 

  Reminded me not to invite whomever - or whatever - 

  was at the door into our safe space; Into this holy place.

  “Remember, they cannot break the threshold unless you invite them in,” 

  one of the elders reminded me as I reached for the door handle.  

  “Do not invite them in,” another elder whispered from behind me.

  I threw back the deadbolt and swung open the oak door.  

  “David?” I asked, expecting to see him, 

  wanting nothing more than to fold up that previous nightmare 

  and tuck it away into the alcoves of my mind.  

  Instead, a ghastly creature of great height and width filled the doorway.  

  It’s skin was gray and brittle, like dried leather. 

  It had patches of silver fur around its neck, like a lion’s mane.  

  The creature was huge and hideous and looked like it hadn’t slept in years.  

  “What did you do with David?” I demanded.  

  It studied me.

  “What did you do to him?” I cried out with all the anger I had ever felt in my life.

  It breathed heavily, emitting an awful air of what smelled a lot like  

  raw burger cooking in a frying pan.   

  It spoke softly and with a grin, “I set him free.”

  ~ Deevious 2018-2019 ~

❤Thank you for being here in the darkness with me.

Read more wicked tales at my label: Nightmares