The Process

"I like to write in a shroud of secrecy

because I have to keep finding ways to scare myself."

~ M. Night Shyamalan ~

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Eat This One Up

This is the reason I never answer the door.

You never can tell who has come a-knockin'.

😳

Wicked video though.

It haunts me.

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Nostalgia

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...
Cooper.
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;
Unforgivable;
Unfathomable;
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.
Yes.
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.

~ Deevious ~

Namaste

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My Screams

I cry out for you in the dark.

Pillow Talk?

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Such a clever thought.

I think I would like to trap my nightmares in my pillowcase.

In the morning, I could tie a knot, trapping them for all eternity.

Then what?

Would I throw them out in the trash?

Store them like a hoarder in a spare room until they climbed the walls and reached the ceiling?

Maybe save them up and open them all at once, causing my own Armageddon? 

Perhaps I would take a match to them, light 'em up, and watch them burn?

What would you do with your nightmares?

What are you doing with your dreams?

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Hold On

And sometimes the music can speak for us.
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Turning Back

"....My eyes grew dim, and I could no more gaze;

A wave of longing through my body swept;

And, hungry for the old familiar ways,

I turned aside and bowed my head and wept."

~ Claude McKay ~

Too Late

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#StayWeird

Perfection

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Happy Heart Day!

"I think I made you up inside my head."

~Sylvia Plath~

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If anyone knows the artist, please pass on the info.
I would love to give credit for such a beautiful piece of art.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of my Creepsters out there.

Know you are loved, simply by being part of this community.

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#HeartDay

Shake Them Bones

#MusicTrivia

Haunted.

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A Cure For Wellness

This movie looks epic.
Any of you Creepsters out there going to see this one?
Will it be worthy?

Shadows

The devils dance the walls.

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For the times when we are all fucked up...

Nobody Praying For Me

Love these lyrics.
Dark and dank for #MusicMonday.




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Just let it be.

Let it overtake you.

Allow it that pleasure.

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February Contest

***Contest is closed.***

We have our winner.

Congratulations to you, Christie!!!

Back to back contests?

Whaaaaaaat?

Oh, yeah, this is happening.

So, growing up, I was heavily monitored on what I was allowed to watch and not watch.

My older siblings seemed to get away with everything and, 

to me at the time, 

always got to watch what they wanted.  

I remember my sister caught this movie late one night and refused to sleep for like weeks after it.

My parents were pissed.

When I inquired about it,

my mother assured me that it would be something I would never see in this lifetime.  

:)

Well, I eventually grew up and became an adult (or so I tell myself) 

and I watched this horror flick and was sorry I hadn't heeded my mother's warnings. 

It has since become a classic.

It has been remade, revamped and re-released 17 times over the years.

For real.

Even the sequels made a splash in the blood pool of horror.

Today,

the original Amityville Horror movie is up for grabs.

Win it and watch how all of this madness got started.

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

What U.S. state is the original Amityville horror house located in?

Please leave your name and answer in the comment section below.

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

Good luck!

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