The Blue Ghost

The Blue Ghost is real.
And there's actually a number of them out there.
I have seen them with my own eyes.

They haunt the mountains;
They hover above ground;
They glow only at night.
But they won't be here for long.
They cannot linger.
They are destined to vanish.

In addition to yesterdays blog post, here is another lightning bug to admire.
Elusive and mysterious, the blue ghost is a natural treasure.

The Only Bug I Like :)

To me, fireflies are really the coolest thing out there.
If you know me personally, you might just know how truly obsessed I am with these bugs.
I think it stems from a bit of awe that even in the darkest of night, they shine.
Maybe it's even a tiny tingle of jealousy that they can produce their own light.
Oh.  The wonder of being a lightning bug.
Of never having to rely on electricity - or if that fails - a candle, a flashlight, a cell phone.

I was fortunate enough to experience a true natural marvel this year, as I traveled to Tennessee to visit the Smoky Mountains.
Here, they are blessed with a specific species of firefly that many travel there to see.  It is known as the Photinus carolinus. 
With the help of my sister, a very kind hotel employee and one amazing tour guide, (oh, and a whole bunch of help from the universe) I was able to experience a true phenomenon.  It was an event that I will always remember and appreciate and love.
So, in honor of all the lightning bugs out there; in honor of nature and of light, the song I pick for #MusicMonday is spot on.




Want to experience the bug?
Visit the Smoky Mountains National Park website and plan your trip for next year.
(Helpful hint:  be diligent with the site next April because tickets for the event go FAST!)

Do Not Disturb

I have prayed so hard 

to wake up from these nightmares

that I may have shaken Heaven 

out of Its own slumber.

Image found on Pinterest 

Forgive me.

The Absolute Truth

"The best thing about fiction 

and life 

is the people in each."

~Dean Koontz~

So true.

Just wanted to give a shout out to all of my Creepsters!

Thank you for being you;

For being part of the darkness here;

And for all the love.

Creep On!

The End Of Day

And the day draws its curtain...
                             The night creeps into the room...

Find artist, AbigailLarson @ DeviantArt

They take away my calm;
My comfort;
My security;
My ignorance.

I want revenge on them.

-dpb-

Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath has been a stranger to me.

I had long wanted to dive into her world, but something always kept me from it.

I prolonged our interaction for years.

I only quoted her in passing, ridiculously unfamiliar with the depth behind her quotes.

This year, that all changed.

I started my journey with Sylvia Plath back in January.

I read The Bell Jar.

I was hooked.

I went out and got every single thing she has ever written.

And because of this, I am a changed soul.

Embracing Sylvia, her work, and her story is one of  the best decisions I ever made.

And now, I am down to that middle book in the pic below.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

And you know what?

I cannot even open it.

I am afraid.

I am afraid because I know I will devour it 

- possibly in one sitting - 

and then that will be all.

Our courtship will be over.

Our journey finished.

When I am done with this read, there is nothing left.

No more Sylvia Plath to hold.

No more stories to visit.

No other poems to get lost in.

 And it makes me sad.

And it makes me not want to open that book.

But I know I must.

And I know I will.

Just not today.

Any Creepsters out there a fan of Miss Sylvia?

Share your love below.

Summer.

Happy Summer, Creepsters!
As of yesterday, it is officially Summer.
Yay!!!
That is why I picked this classic for #MusicMonday.
Enjoy this trip back to the 80s and then get out there and enjoy some sun!
After all, it will be getting dark in no time.
Real dark.
Real soon.

Christopher Lee

In memory.
Such a great voice.
Such craft.
Thank you for sharing your talent with us, Christopher Lee
Thank you.

Contest Time

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

Win this book!

This book is recycled.

Be the first to tell me what year this book was originally published and you win it.

It's that simple.

Just comment below.

Good luck, Creepsters!

(Review contest rules here) 

Alien Life

A little  scientific and dry, but still worthy of a look:



Do you believe?  What is your proof?

Nyctophobia.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Image source: Piccsy

If you are, then, you should go.
I won't be able to save all of you.
You see, I am too self-involved and too occupied with my own stories.

I am struggling to keep my own self above ground;
Keep my mind in check;
My own soul, clean.
I have this unfortunate habit of seeing things that I shouldn't see;
Of knowing things that no one around me acknowledges at all.

Have I always been linked to this dark side?
I'd like to think not.
I'd like to think that I was an innocent at one time in my life.
Just once, carefree and unscathed from this darkness that takes hold of my nights.
But I cannot remember that far back -
Cannot recall those days before they came for me.
I only remember their invasion-
The nights they visit;
The moments when they smother my screams.

I can still feel that darkness cradle me and sniff me out.
I feel it take hold of my throat and tear -
Ripping that soul out from my casing;
Shredding that sacred cloak that used to keep me safe in the night.

Now, all I can see are shadows in the moonlight.
I hear whispers on the wind.
I smell the burnt flesh of those who have gone before me,
And I am visited by creatures that the imagination has yet to fathom.
I am a tortured soul.

I am chosen to be a witness;
I am an author to the horror;
A ghost writer, in the truest sense of the term.
It is my cross to bear - one that I agreed to long ago - and one that I must carry alone.

So, run.
Save your self from my style of darkness.
Go far, far away from here.

Search for the light,
Find it.
Grasp it.
And hold on for dear life.

~dpb~

Sex And Candy

Who's that lounging in my chair?




This song gives me hope.
WTF? you ask.
Let me explain.
If you know anything about me or my writing, or if you follow this blog regularly than you know that I am plagued with nightmares.
Reluctantly, I embrace these bad dreams and give them a life;
A story to live in and own;
A chance to survive outside the night.

About a year ago, I had a dream -
Not a nightmare;
Not a Martin Luther King, Jr. vision;    
An actual dream.
I woke up and felt so grateful and so rested, I could hardly contain my smile.
My husband - who patiently waited for me to reveal some new horror he would rather not know about - looked inquisitively at me.
I could barely form the words.
My dream had involved sex and chocolate chip cookies - not necessarily in that order.
:)
Imagine my surprise;
My excitement;
The relief.
I embraced the hell out of that dream - still do.
(Or should I embrace the Heaven out of that dream?)
Anyways, every time I hear this song, Sex and Candy, I think of that dream and I feel normal.
I think of its possibility;
It's significance;
And I know that somewhere inside of me there's a piece of hope and normality and goodness just waiting to be released;
That some day I might again be so lucky as to escape the nightmares that bind me;
To have another actual dream;
One more brief moment of peace;
A bit more Sex and Candy.

-dpb-

All Alone.

Find image on the Daily Mail

I love your sparkle
but it attracts the shadows -

And that is why we cannot be together
This is why I must go -

I already have them following me
And I cannot hide us both.

So, I will distract them from your glow
And let you sleep in the wings of light.

They will follow me - as they always do -
And I will create a safe path for you.


~dpb~

My Jar of Nightmares

A storm is brewing within me.

I must contain it.

Image source and artist info: here

Or perhaps I release this demon 

and be set free.

Only time will tell the tale.

Hide.

I feel it searching -

looking for a soul to feed on.

Evil Laugh

More than a couple of people have told me that I have an evil laugh.
Can it compare to the clip below?
I hope not.
Yikes.
And if it can compete, well, maybe it's just all that darkness wanting to escape.
Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha....

For Crying Out Loud

This is probably the first song I ever downloaded to my Ipod.
I am proud to share that with you.
David Gray's music was first brought to my attention by my dear friend, Bill Marks, who was quite a fan of this song.
Bill has passed on to the other side since then, but his memory still has a hold on me and I must pay him some due.

Bill was a renown geologist (with a killer fossil collection);
A world traveler, who had a very unhealthy obsession with Easter Island (*kidding Bill);
And a poised artist who excelled in the art of the Impossible Bottle.  
He was into hot rods, Marilyn Monroe and had a ridiculous taste for Rolling Rock beer.
He taught me so much in such a little bit of time.
Bill was one of those rare humans you loved to spend your time with and he had so many remarkable stories that I absolutely loved to hear him talk.
I  miss him.
He was such an amazing person and I am so grateful that I got to know him for a brief moment in time.
This one's for you, old friend.

(Thank you, Creepsters, for allowing me to share him with you.)

Good Question.

Image found on Pinterest

The Most Haunted

Some scary shit here - especially 9,6 and 2!
And if I ever went to the number one haunted place on Earth, it would send me into an asylum, for sure.



Anyone been to these hot spots?
Anyone planning to go?

Pay Your Respect

"Deep in the earth I rested now;
Cool is its hand upon the brow
And soft its breast beneath the head
Of one who is so gladly dead.
And all at once, and over all
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay and heard each pattering hoof
Upon my lowly, thatched roof.
And seemed to love the sound far more
Than ever I had done before.
For rain it hath a friendly sound
To one who's six feet under ground;
And scarce the friendly voice or face;
A grave is such a quiet place."

~an except from Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Gate of the Gods

Image source: ImagineAliens

There is a debate going on involving a remarkable structure in a mountainous region of Peru.

It is nicknamed by many the Gate of the gods.  





It has been studied, argued, and theorized by the greatest of minds.
It is a mystery, a phenomenon, and a legend.
Find out all about this archaeological site and tell me what you think.
Is it verity?  Or is it bullshit?
Comment below.

Dragula

Such a classic tune and one of my favorites from The Zombie.
The video for this song is killer.
Give it a watch and either Like It or Love It below.