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Just goes to show

that the blood you bleed

is just the blood you owe.

~ Billie Eilish ~

No Time to Die

What are you reading?📚

During this time of social distancing, 

I wanted to check-in with you, 

talk books, 

and send good vibes your way.

#nightlightsbookclub 

#readon 

#creepon 

#bookclub 

#booklover 

#books

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The Caretaker - #TBT

Nightmare #34

Her name was Evie.
She walked into my dim, dreary office at the end of the workweek.
She had long legs, short hair and an insatiable taste for acoustics.
She preferred pastels;
looked good in blue jeans;
and smelled like sugar cookies in December.
She lit up the room.

And for this she would have to be punished;
Banished;
Sent away, forever.

After all, I could not have my darkness disturbed -
the spell broken.
I could not have a single shred of light puncture my shade.
And she definitely looked like someone who would want to extinguish the night.

It made me sick for what I had to do.
I didn't want to snuff out her light, but I had to do it.
I had to prove myself;
Show my worth;
Send a message to the others in my profession.

You see, my work is not some menial task.
No, my work is essential.
It's for the corporation.
Thy corporation.
The ones who determine where our souls go to either rot or to flourish.
I could not be interrupted by her lure;
By her sparkle.

So, I accompanied her into the night.
Took up her offer of drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning.
I knew I could poison her drink;
Maybe con her into some dark alley;
Choke out her glow.
And the remorse, well, it would only be temporary.
After a day or two, I would forget all about Miss Evie and carry about my business as usual.
That's the nature of things and I've had to do so in the past;
Had to put many precious flowers to rest.
But that's part of the job ~ the one I agreed to years ago.
Hell, maybe it's been eons now, but I made my pact with blood and I must honor my side of the bargain - and I hate to admit it, but it's quite a rush to have such power; such influence.
I try not to abuse the skills I possess, but sometimes it's hard not to show off my talents;
To flaunt my carving skills;
My relevance.

You see, I am of a specific importance to the underworld.
I make the decisions - the important ones - of who gets to live forever and who gets to be forgotten.

I am the collector of souls; the keeper of spirits; the night watchman.
I consider myself upper management, if you will.
I make or break people.
And even though I would've loved to be stronger than my own will and not have taken Evie to bed with me that morning, I am still only a mortal and quite weak.
And I'm a sucker for long legs.

As I look back upon it now, I can see where I made my mistakes -
when I lost the upper hand.
It was somewhere between her legs and the melting sunrise that spilled into the room.

And to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as I had imagined.
Maybe she was being kind - perhaps she had a soft spot for me as well - or maybe she was just more of a professional.  Whatever the case, the puncture to my abdominal hurt only for a minute, and then it went dark.

And as I examine all the information left in my head, I realize that I was replaceable all this time - that the pact wasn't for eternity, but rather, for a lifetime.
And that I, too, would have to pay for my sins;
Be charged for my debt;
Succumb to my fate.

And even though my fate is not what I had imagined for myself,
I must admit that those last minutes of mortality were the best I had felt in years -
The warmth of the morning sun upon my back;
That taste of burnt liquor that lingered on my lips;
And that sweet smell of cookies...

That makes it all okay.


 ~Deevious~

Be Weird.

#CreepOn

Read On. 📚 Creep On. 😈

We could all use some light in this darkness.

~DeeVious~

😈

#CreepOn

Book Club - March 2020

If there is anything you learn from this month's book club pick is that imagination is everything.

Here is Chuck Palahniuk with 

- what I believe was his second book - 

and an incredible story to keep us turning the pages.

Invisible Monsters is disturbing and memorable.

Have you read it?

Are you a fan of his work?

Are you a fan of The Night Lights Book Club?

Thank you to Creepster Jackie for this insane read.

#ReadOn

#CreepOn

#NightLightsBookClub

#SharetheDarkness

#EvilsLibrary

Light It Up

Thanks for posting this one, Creepster Sarissa!

😂

#CreepOn

📚 Book Club Business 📚

Look how excited I am about this month's book club pick.

😂

#ReadOn

#CreepOn

#NightLightsBookClub

#EvilsLibrary

#SharetheDarkness

Make Good Decisions

Among the current uncertainty, make good decisions.
Stay safe, my Creepsters.
❤
And if you're stuck inside, join our darkness for a break from reality.

From a great FB Page called All Things Halloween

#CreepOn

Gif Cred is from Giphy.com

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No Time To Die

Of course, Billie Eilish is taking over the world.
You better get on this fan wagon, Creepsters.
Here is her latest jam for the 007 movie.
What a voice.





#RockOn
#CreepOn
#MusicMonday

Full Moon Fever 2020

Stay wild, moon child.

#moon 

#moonchild 

#fullmoon 

#scheduled

#TBT

Nightmare #109

I often think back to that day and wonder how things could have been different.  I remember the blue skies of the morning, the warmth of the September sun, and the cool breeze that flowed through the valley and into my car window to play with my hair.
It was perfect weather.  

It was the perfect day.

And what if I had made the slightest change that morning?
Maybe took the time to apply some eye shadow?
Maybe paused in front of the mirror just a second or two longer?
Perhaps if I had went back into the house for my earrings?
But, no, I was already running late.

What if I hadn't pushed that snooze button?
But got right up the very minute Katy Perry sang to me?

What if I had taken the time to pray?

To leave a note?

To send one last text?

Now, all I can do is replay all the what ifs and should haves and the maybes.

Going over and over in my mind how cruel time can be;

How being a minute earlier or just another second later would've erased me from that accident;

Would've removed me from that wreckage;

Spared me from this cold metal slab.

And now, I wander back and forth ~ stuck in this coffin of time ~ 

Aimlessly waiting for direction;

Wanting to go back but unable;

Trying to move forward but denied.  

~by: Deevious~

The Music of Books

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