Resolutions

This time of year is all about second chances and so is this story for #ThrowbackThursday.

Are you familiar with this one?

Discover it again.

Burn With Me

Stay On The Path

I am a bit excited about this movie.
I did some research on this forest a few years back and am ridiculously intrigued by it.
Intrigued enough to go and visit it?  Take a tour?  Walk into its snare?
Nope.  Not ever.  But I will go and see this one on the big screen.
Any other Creepster have this on their must-see list?

On Reading

"My hands cracked open the book, and the pages smelled like a room where no one had walked for a long time.  

This paper room smelled enormous, with varnished wooden floors, and stony fireplaces filled with cold ashes, 

and dust motes swimming in the sunlight that fell through the room's tall windows.  

Mine were the first eyes to peer inside this paper castle for generations." 

~ Chuck Palahniuk ~

(from his book Doomed)

Such an amazing mastery of words.

This passage really resonated with me and I had to share it.

The book itself is twisted and vile and I cannot wait to see how it ends.

Enough rambling, I'm headed back to its innards.

Wish me luck.

Read on, Creepsters.

5 Signs of Aliens

Seems legit to me.
Creepsters?  Do you believe the following theories?
Truth or lies?

Fa-la-la-la-laaaaaa

Find image at giphy.com 

Yeah.

What he says.

Have a great one, Creepsters!

Christmas Eve

Wishing you visions of sugar plums and pink nightmares. 

Find gif at this Tumblr Site

Hope Santa is good to all of you, Creepsters.

And if you don't believe, 

well, 

good luck with that.

:)

Epic Holiday Fail

I don't think this child will ever be the same.

Found image on Tumblr.com

Scarred for life.

Last Words

I found this interesting:

On his deathbed, Voltaire was asked to renounce Satan.
Rumor has it that he landed some famous last words.
His response to the priest?
"Not now, dear sir, this is not the time to be making enemies."

Priceless.

(This info is compliments of Mental Floss Magazine and Quote Investigator.)

Holiday Dubstep

This display is cool as shit.
I think the aliens would approve.
#MusicMonday

Jack in the Box

Don't let the fear get to you this holiday.

Whether you're facing the in-laws;

An ugly Christmas sweater;

Or a maniacal Jack in the box;

Stay strong out there, Creepsters.

Mix a drink, put on some hot cocoa, and enjoy the season!

                            

For #ThrowBackThursday

A perfect read for this month:

"Like sugar cookies in December...."

Naughty or Nice

He's making a list.

He's checking it twice.

Found image on Tumblr.com

Hope you make the cut, Creepsters.

:)

Krampus

Is this worthy, Creepsters?
Anyone see it?
Like it?
Hate it?
Recommend it?
Share your comments below.

Rock On

Perfect for a #MusicMonday in December.
Can anyone out there dig this display?




The limits of the dead...

December Contest

This contest is officially closed. 
We have our winner!!!

Congrats, Christie!

A shout-out to all Creepsters:

Be the first to answer the holiday trivia question correctly 

and win this surprise holiday gift:

Who am I?
I am feared.
I am the opposite of St. Nicholas.
I am a horned, anthropomorphic figure from Alpine legend.
During the Christmas season, I punish the children who have misbehaved.
I am so great, they made me into a movie that is currently playing at a theater near you.

Leave your name and answer below.

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

Thank you, Creepsters!

And Good Luck!

Drink It Down

What you fear the most 

could meet you halfway.

~Pearl Jam~

A Writer's Joke

The Past, The Present, and the Future walked into a bar...

IT WAS TENSE.

:)

All Good

Found image on wordpress.com

The Beginning

"Ghosts were created 

when the first man awoke in the night."

J.M. Barrie

Pass It Around

As a writer, I live in my head.
I maul over stories, characters and plots on a daily basis.
I can make myself crazy at times.
To sort through it all, I use music.  I actually categorize my stories by tunes.  Meaning, for every huge story I write (I'm talking anything over 10 or 20,000 words) I usually pick a song to accompany it.  I guess that is why #MusicMonday is so important to me.  I rely on music to organize my thoughts;
To keep me on track;
And to ultimately define the mood of my writing for that day.

The following is a great jam.
I picked it for a story I am working on that involves a small town secret;
A haunted stretch of roadway;
And a crazy neighbor named Mary who has seen it all.

Enjoy, Creepsters.

Own It.

Image from Indulgy and Tumblr

That is all.

Have a great weekend, Creepsters!

Nobody...

Image at HorrorHomework.com

Isn't that the truth?!

"Don't Move"

One of my Creepsters hooked me up with this short.  (Thank you so much, Jenny.  Epic.)
I highly recommend it.
Check it out and let me know what you think in the comment section below.

A Constant Battle

Image found on online-instagram 

The Sound Of Silence

Last week's pick for Music Monday was a Simon and Garfunkel classic.
This week's pick is the same song, with a bit of a twist.
I think Disturbed nailed it.
What do you think?



#MusicMonday rocks.

The Calm

Find this image and more on his Tumblr Page

Gratitude

For you, Creepsters: 

Thank you for being here.

World's First Horror Movie

We have come a long way since then.
But it's still nice to see where it all began and to give honor to those who paved the way.
Any thoughts on this short film, Creepsters?

The Truth of Night

And sometimes you grow up to learn 

that you really should be afraid of the dark.

~ dpb ~

#MusicMonday

Hello darkness, my old friend 

I've come to talk with you again 

Because a vision softly creeping 

Left its seeds while I was sleeping 

And the vision that was planted in my brain 

Still remains 

Answer 

I Am.

Find image on Tumblr

Anybody with me?

What Is Area 51 Hiding?

A slew of conspiracy theories;
Documentation of alien corpses;
Government cover-ups being swept under the rug;
Witnesses who have been discredited;
What the hell is it with Area 51 that keeps us intrigued?
After all, shouldn't we be looking at Area 52!?!
Say what????????



The mystery continues...

Among Books

"The library," said Will.  "I'm even afraid of it, now."

All the books, he thought, perched there, hundreds of years old, peeling skin, leaning on each other like ten million vultures.  

Walk along the dark stacks 

and all the gold titles shine their eyes at you."

 - Ray Bradbury -

an excerpt from Something Wicked This Way Comes

Embrace It.

Found image on Pinterest

Tune In

Dark lyrics;

Wicked riffs;

Killer acoustics.

What better way to celebrate #MusicMonday than with some Music Trivia. 

All Of Us.

Find image on Tumblr

Won't you stay and visit awhile?

Drudging Up the Past

Did they exist?

The Majestic Twelve

Hoax or cover-up?
This is a great topic for debate.

Comment below.

Space Showers

Just a heads up for tomorrow.

This may be a spectacular show.

Don't miss out.

From Mental Floss
(the best info site and magazine around)

November Contest

***This contest is closed***

Congrats to our fellow Creepster, Christie!!!

You are a winner!!!

:)

Do you know how to avoid a vampire attack?

Jump from a moving vehicle?

Ward off zombies?

Well, if you can name my favorite character from The Walking Dead, you win the books and can gain the knowledge for all of the above.!

(Hint: Yes, she is still alive and on the show.)

(Hint 2: I will forgive you if you misspell her name, it is a bit of a tough one.)

Just be the first Creepster to answer correctly and win!

Leave your name and comment below.

Good luck.

(And as always, please review the Contest Rules before you agree to participate.)

To All The World

Thanks for the link, Matt.
Great jam for #MusicMonday!

Pass It On.

Find image at LoveThisPic.com

#TBT

Your will be done.

The Necronomicon

I heard it's a good read...



(Thanks for the link, Jenny!)

Bucket List

Yes.  Yes.  Yes.

It's the perfect list.

Would you agree, Creepsters?

Find image at AmyLorraine.com 

The Lunatic

There's someone in my head but it's not me
#MusicMonday



Any of you Creepsters out there know this one?
I bet you do.

Happy Halloween

Find on LittleGothicHorros.blogspot.com

It's the most wonderful time of the year! 

Hope your candy sacs are full; 

Your fridge, overstocked with pumpkin beers; 

and your night filled with scary movies.

Have the best Halloween ever, Creepsters!

Creep on...

Like A Thief In The Night

The following is an excerpt from a novel I am currently working on.
It is also a true tale from my youth.  
I think it's perfect for this time of year.

Perhaps you can relate to my anguish?  

I can remember the very day that I came to hate my sister. 

It was the wee hours of the morning, November 1^st, 1988. 

I was ten years old. 

Even though I was thoroughly exhausted from a night of trick-or-treating, I could not sleep a wink.  All I could think of was my basket of goodies.  Our parents, being parents, would only allow us a couple of chocolate treasures before we retired and I knew the rest would be dispersed in increments over the next week or two.  I, however, dreamt of consuming it all in one sitting.  It’s all I could think about really.  Oh, the treasures that my pink satin pillow case – quite the makeshift candy bag in the 80s- held were endless.  I’m talking a chocolate empire that Willy Wonka himself would envy.  Pounds of candy and carbs awaited me; urging me out of my slumber; begging me to succumb to a sugar rush.  I didn’t even try to resist.  I had already waited for hours since I was sent to bed, tossing and turning with the thoughts of peanut butter cups in my head, (they were my favorite) and as soon as my parents stopped being responsible and headed to bed, I could sneak out and find my chocolate Heaven.

So, I listened, impatiently, as my mother cleaned the house.  I waited, anxiously, as my father wrote out some bills.  I pretended to be sound asleep as my mother checked in on me to make sure I was safe and asleep.  At ten, I was an excellent actress.  I had the breathing pattern down, and the rested eyelids.  (That was the biggest trick, never let ‘em see you blink.  If they did, it was a dead giveaway.)

I played unconscious as my mother kissed my cheek and shut my bedroom door. 

I smiled.

I listened as she brushed her teeth.  I heard the water running and knew she was rinsing her face.

It wouldn’t be long now.

Footsteps down the hallway; a click of the light switch; the creaking of the bed as my parents found their comfort.  Soon, I heard my Dad snoring away.

Then, it became silent.

It was time. 

I sat up.  So close was the reward for my patience now.  My mouth watered, almost ached.  I strained my ears through the silence. I placed my feet on the floor.

I paused. 

I lifted myself out of bed.

A creak echoed from my bunker.

I held my breath.

I inched my way to the door, emulating the movements of a burglar.

I listened for any sign of life.

None.

I grinned and slowly opened the door.

I crept ever so slightly down the hallway, like a slug across pavement – stopping after every couple steps for any sound.  None came.  I continued on.

I stared at the flight of steps that lay before me now.  Somehow, there seemed to be more at this time of night.  As my foot hit the first step, a piercing boom echoed through the house. 

I froze.

Another boom.

And another.

The grandfather clock chimed over and over again.

My skin boiled goosebumps.

A cough seeped from the end of the hall.  My eyes jutted wide open in fear.

Another cough.

I silently prayed for an invisible cloak.

Crouched and ready to pounce down the flight of steps, I waited.

Nothing.

I waited another minute.

All quiet.

I slithered down the plush steps that took me into the kitchen.  I forced my legs to slow down as I passed the white enameled countertop.  I threw caution to the wind in passing the stove and veered into the living room. 

Half.  Way.  There. 

I made myself stop.  I had to control my breathing that now took a life of its own. 

My heart pounded against my chest. 

My blood pulsated through every vein.

A thin strand of light reflected through the curtains from a street light outside.  It illuminated my way to the candy bags.

I was so close to the treasure now.  What would I indulge in first?  The Kit Kat that Mrs. Wilson gave me?  Or that huge pumpkin cookie?  Mrs. Wilson was such a nice lady with her white gloves and endless bowl of goodies.  Just hours ago, I stood at her front door unable to choose between her homemade sugar cookies or the full size Kit Kat bar.  It was a tough choice to make at ten.  It took about five minutes of me going back and forth, before she offered me both.

Score.                                                                                                                           

And just like a thief in the night, I was at my stash.

Giggling, I knew all those horrid Halloween costumes my mother squeezed me into was worth it.  Those homemade garments of torture – the white sheet with eyes cut into it (and they were never cut big enough.  They were two of the tiniest holes that were ever manufactured by a pair of scissors and the sheet never stayed in place so it always slid off my face, causing numerous injuries to my body as I ran into people, porches, and walls.); Or how about the year I wanted to be a princess but couldn’t fit into the dress so my mother stuffed me with pillows to “hide” all of my baby fat (ridiculous); Sometimes, she would just throw excessive make-up on me and my sister and some of the highest heels ever made and send us out into the neighborhood.  (Hmmm… now that I think about it, that may not have been the safest idea).  Anyhow.  The haul from those humiliating costumes was well worth the suffering.  I had a pillow case brimming with rewards. 

Rifling through the sac, I decided on the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.  So I dug deeper into my pillow case…

And…

And my hand felt something gross. 

Something slimy and unexpected.  I let out a yelp.

I pulled back my hand and held it into the stream of light that shone through the front window.

Was it blood?

OMG.

Maybe snot from the dog?

WTF?

It was chocolate.  Melted chocolate?

Terror consumed me as my mind raced with horrible thoughts.  What if my sugar treasure had all melted into some sort of awful clump of crap?  I dumped the stash onto the floor.

To my surprise, out tumbled my beloved Kit Kat, a pound or two of tootsie rolls, a mound of hard candy and lollipops, a bunch of a gum, one bright orange pumpkin cookie and 4 mangled Reese’s bars?

“What is going on?” I whispered to the night.  Then, understanding came into play.  Didn’t my sister express her love of the Reese Peanut Butter Cup all during our trick-or-treating run?  Hadn’t she explained how she loved the ridged edges of the candy cups?  Didn’t she go missing after dinner for a bit?

I would bet my whole sugar sac that my sister actually went through my stash - and since Reese’s were her favorite - ate NOT the whole thing, but only the edges of each cup!  I stare at the clumps of melted peanut butter and chocolate in my hands.

“Noooooooooooo!!!!” I screamed as if I witnessed a bloody murder.  “No.  No.  No.  No.”

My parents scurried down the hall, voices, muffled and drowsy, rising in panic.

They reached the living room area and flipped on a light.

I stared at them through raging eyes.  “She’s dead to me.”

They stared through me in disbelief.

And I’ve been plotting my revenge on her ever since.

J

From "I Dream In Blood; A Horrorography." by d.p.bertison

Vintage and Horrifying

Perfect for a #ThrowBackThursday during Halloween week.
Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha....



Would you let any of these ghouls into your party?

Dress Me Up

Count me in.

:)

Image via everydayepistle.com

Another Spooktacular Contest

***This contest is officially closed***
We have our winner.
Congrats, Christie!!!!
:)
This is the last contest of the month!
And what a month it has been.

In honor of Halloween,
there have been so many great prizes and giveaways and here's one more:

Book is recycled

Win this Bradbury classic by being the first to correctly answer a bit of trivia about the book.
In this novel, what month does it take place in?

Leave your name and answer in the comment section below.

(And as always, please check the official Contest Rules before you agree to play.)

Good luck, Creepsters.

#MusicMonday

So disturbing and hilarious at the same time.
I don't know whether to be scared or offended.
:)
Love this classic.
You?

Autumn's Song

Nature never did betray

the heart that loved her.

~William Wordsworth~

Gif can be found on photobucket.com 

Scary-As-All-Hell Halloween Costumes

"You can find anything on the Internet," my sister tells me.  

And she's right.

I am such a sucker for a good Halloween costume and on the Web, well, you can find just about any thing your mind can and cannot conjure up.

Check out these blasts-from-the-past and answer me this one question, Creepsters.

Would you answer the door for any of these trick-or-treaters?

Vintage Halloween

#TBT 

The Autumn People

"For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, 

there be no choice beyond. 

Where do they come from?  

The dust.

Where do they go?  

The grave.

Does blood stir their veins? 

No: the night wind.

What ticks in their head?  

The worm. 

What speaks from their mouth?  

The toad.

What sees from their eye?  

The snake.

What hears with their ear?  

The abyss between the stars.

They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners.  

They frenzy forth.

In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, 

and surely cloud all clear-run waters.

The spider-web hears them, trembles - breaks.

Such are the autumn people.

Beware of them."

- Ray Bradbury -

an excerpt from Something Wicked This Way Comes

Another Halloween Contest (yay!!!)

***This contest is closed***

Congrats to Lynn Mackey who is the winner!!!

Be the first Creepster to correctly answer the following question about me

and win this Halloween paper and pencil set.

Do I believe in ghosts?

Yes or No?

Please leave your name and comment below 

- and while you're at it - 

share your own thoughts about ghosts.

Do you believe?

Or do you not?

(And as always, please read the Contest Rules before agreeing to participate.)

They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha Ha...

Truly one for the madhouse.
Anyone in the mood for a little crazy?
#MusicMonday

Crimson Peak - October 16th 2015

"Ghosts are real...
                       that much I know."




This is on my must-see list.
How about you, Creepsters?
Anyone going?

Survival of the Scariest.

Some very important information can be found here, Creepsters.  

Some live-saving advice in surviving this Halloween season.  

Follow the link.

Take heed.  

Creep On.  

Evil Ways 

#TBT

Hologram Ghost Prank

I can't help but feel a bit empathetic for the unsuspecting innocents who pass by.
Mwahahahahahahahahaha....



Great idea for #Halloween.

Contest Time!!!

***This contest is officially closed.*****
We have our winners.
Congrats to Christie and Mattix!!!


Since Halloween is my favorite month, 

and maybe yours as well, 

I cannot help but want to give shit away.  

That's why you should stay close to the blog this month -
as contests will creep up again and again.
Keep posted and win.

Now, down to business.
I'm looking for two winners today. 

If you want to win the cute family Halloween movie on the left  

- The Little Ghost -

then answer this question correctly: 

What is the official phobia name for the fear of ghosts?  

If you want to win the gruesome double-feature to the right

 - Hostel 1 and 2 - 

then answer this question correctly: 

What is the official phobia name for the fear of blood?

Please note: Some movies are recycled

Please leave your answers below.

As always, please check out the official Contest Rules before you agree to play.

Good luck, Creepsters!

Modern Monster Mash

OMG!  They did such a great job on this classic.
What a perfect way to start off this #MusicMonday.



What do you think, Creepsters?

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.

#TBT

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:

Octoberfest

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."

~ Robert Frost ~ 

- from his work, The Sachem of the Clouds

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:

Artwork via Peanuts.com

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.

~dpb~

Monster Mash

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

Welcome.

I've missed you, sweet October.

Welcome back.

Image via sweatoutthesmallstuff.com

Any other Creepsters out there loving this time of year?
Hit the Like It button - or even the Love It button - below.

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.  

Nope.  

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.)

Top 10 Most Mysterious UFO Sightings

Are you a skeptic about Aliens?
Can we really be all alone here in this vast Universe?
Do you want to believe?

The following video provides much room for discussion and some rather convincing documentation and sightings.  The ones that got me thinking were:
#7 - How can ten thousand people be wrong?
#4 - These children know what they saw and are sticking to it.
#2 - Well, this one just gives me chills.

Enjoy the video, Creepsters and let me know what you think.
Comment below.

The List.

What do you think, Creepsters?
Do you agree with the list?
Anything missing?
Comment below.
Let us know.

Find image at AmyLorraine.com

#MusicMonday

"They say I'm crazy, but I have a good time."




Such a great jam to get you through the Monday blues.
Enjoy it, Creepsters!
Rock on.

Autumn is the Answer

One Creepster asked me via email, 

What is your favorite season?

To this, I simply answer in the words of Lauren DeStefano:

Image found on YourDictionary.com

Allow me to add a little skit that's flitting around in my head:

October hues make me swoon.

Autumn breezes are my favorite.

And the fact that Halloween will be here soon;

Well, it all makes me feel so normal again.

~dpb~