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

Thursday, November 30, 2017


Beautiful and haunting.
That’s what I hope you get from this short story.
Enjoy it, Creepsters.

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...
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;
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.
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.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

When the Dark Things Creep...

This photo comes from The Littlest Bigfoot Book by Jennifer Weiner
(Great book and a cute read.)


Tuesday, November 28, 2017

The Snowman Most Savage Moments

I love this crazy snowman.
This clip is a couple years old now but there's newer ones to check out if you subscribe to the Snowman's YouTube page. 
Enjoy, Creepsters.
Get ready to laugh...

Monday, November 27, 2017

It's Become Apparent

Do you know this one, Creepsters?
Check yourself in the answer key below.

There are two sides to me
Sometimes I set the evil one free
Cause I'm in love with the devil 
And she's in love with me

Listen to it here:


Friday, November 24, 2017

The Unveiling...

Here it is, Creepsters...
I have waited for this moment for way too long.
I am so excited and so proud to introduce to you our official logo.

Now, whenever you see this logo, you will know the darkness is near.
Find it all over social media.


Thursday, November 23, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thank you, Creepsters.
Thank you for being part of this community.
Your support and love means so much.

Found image at


Tuesday, November 21, 2017


I was reading a short story and came across this description of a book store. 
I loved it so much I just had to share it with you. 

"It was one of those old which the room was so small and the books so many that to move a step was to imperil your safety.  Books ran in thick, tight rows from floor to ceiling everywhere, were piled in stacks upon the ground and hung in perilous heaps over chairs and window ledges."

~ Hugh Walpole ~
Mr. Oddy

Monday, November 20, 2017


Happy Monday, Creepsters.
I'm going old school today.
I'm bringing back music trivia and doing it with a jam from the 1970s.

Can you guess the song by these lyrics?

When I was a little boy; 
The Devil called my name
I say now, who do
Who do you think you're foolin'?

Find out if you're correct and listen to it here: 


Friday, November 17, 2017

Written Words

"We love the night and its quiet;
and there is no night that we love so well as that on which the moon is coffined in clouds.
Is it not so?"

~ Fitz-James O'Brien ~

Image found on

Thursday, November 16, 2017


This is a somber piece that invaded my thoughts a few years back.
I had no choice but to give it life;
To listen to it as it spoke to me and - as best as I could - to give it a voice.
It is dark.
It is disturbing.
And I hope it reminds you appreciate everything and everyone good in your life.


Did she forget how the sun felt on her skin?  How a cool breeze could twirl her hair?  How the sand had tickled her toes?
Did she forget about the taste of chocolate brownies or how her mouth would water, almost painfully so, right before she bit into a granny smith apple?  Forget about the smell of freshly made popcorn? The aroma of chocolate chip cookies as they were pulled from the oven?   
Did she forget what it was like to awake in the early morning, curl up beside her lover and breathe him in as he held her close?
Could she not remember Christmas?  The glow of stringed lights?  The way the snow would glisten upon the driveway, like glitter on an art room floor?
Did she forget her favorite song?  Or the way she could laugh, almost with failure to breathe, over a rerun of Seinfeld?  Did she forget about that book she started to read?
Would she miss her dog?
Did she just get tired?
What was she thinking as she tightened that white leather belt around her neck?  As those silver circle notches began to leave their imprint?  
What were her thoughts when she was choking out that little girl who made sand angels on the beach?  While she was suffocating the teenager who experimented with make-up and boys?  While she was snuffing out the last of the young woman who had just started to plan her wedding?
And in those last minutes, was she scared?
And what was her very last thought?
Was it of me?
Was it of you?

- by: Deevious -        

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

November Contest...

***This contest is officially closed.***
We have our winner!
Congrats to Creepster Tstimely.

Anyone interested in some Halloween leftovers?

I am just about over my post-Halloween slump and even though I am still moping about its end, 
I am doing much better than I was last week.  
My husband - who is a Christmas fan and secretly excited for its arrival - has slowly been putting away the Halloween leftovers, weening me off of them like a junkie from a drug.  
Today, a few more skulls have been packed away into the darkness, 
wrapped up and stuffed into a plastic bin, never to return again until next September.  
I look around and see a few things holding on, 
some after the holiday sale items needing a place to rest until next year.  
So, I thought why not pass on some of this Halloween goodness to a Creepster?  
Why not share the scare?  
This month's giveaway goes to the first Creepster who sends me a Halloween emoji.
Do that and get a Halloween sac of goodies.  

Wanna know what's in it?  
Win it.


And please read over the Contest Rules before you agree to take part in any of our contests.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

When The Nightmares Speak...

Follow the link below for some scary stories...

Tell me, Creepsters.
What's your favorite one?



Monday, November 13, 2017

Go Back To Sleep...

A friend just introduced me to this one and I instantly fell in love with it.
Yay or nay?


Friday, November 10, 2017

In the Beyond...

"Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, 
there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits; 
that world is round for us, for it is everywhere."

from Jane Eyre

Thursday, November 9, 2017


A bit of poetry for all you dark hearts out there.

Their Intentions

They try to break me ~

The darkness, wanting to take me ~

Evil, trying to make me ~

Hell, dying to bake me.


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Challenge Accepted

Want a good laugh, Creepsters?
Watch this one...


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

A Terrible Fate

I am reading some Edgar Allan Poe and wanted to share the following passage with you.
It's haunting and it's horror at its best.
❤ I love his words...

“ event is so terribly well adapted to inspire the supremeness of bodily and of mental distress, as is burial before death.
The unendurable oppression of the lungs - the stifling fumes of the damp earth - the clinging to the death garments - the rigid embrace of the narrow house - the blackness of the absolute Night - the silence like a sea that overwhelms - the unseen but palpable presence of the Conqueror Worm - these things, with the thoughts of the air and grass above, with memory of dear friends who would fly to save us if but informed of our fate, and with consciousness that of this fate they can never be informed....these considerations, I say, carry into the heart, which still palpitates, a degree of appalling and intolerable horror from which the most daring imagination must recoil. “

Excerpt from The Premature Burial
 ~ Edgar Allan Poe ~


Monday, November 6, 2017

If You Could Read My Mind

Going old school today, Creepsters.
I found this one via YouTube and it got me. 
It's a haunting melody with some great lyrics.
This line, especially, resonated with me:

And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost you can't see...

You like?


Friday, November 3, 2017

November's Haunted Read...

The Night Lights Book Club announces its pick....

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman is the perfect pick for November.  
Coming off the Halloween high that so many of us enjoy, 
this book will keep that euphoria going strong.
This read is haunting and magical.
You will get lost in the spirit world that Gaiman so cleverly has composed, and 
- hopefully - 
you will treasure your walk with the characters that he has so intricately created.
It is a spooktacular read and is receiving the highest mark from us here at Night Lights:
I hope you love it, Creepsters.