Tales of Mystery and Imagination

I never heard of this album until a week ago.  (Thanks for the info, Matt.)
I've been listening to it and it is quite the tribute to Poe.
Two thumbs up, Alan Parson Project.  Well done.
Any Creepsters out there know this album?





#MusicMonday
#RockOn
#CreepOn
#SharetheDarkness
#EdgarAllanPoe

Follow the Lights...

What a nice idea.

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When There's No One To Help You...

This flash fiction piece is one of the first I posted to this blog.  

I'm very proud of it - not only because it can stand on its own, but also because it led the way to greater stories and paved the way for scarier tales.  

I also favor it because of this line - 

"I don't know how the trouble got it."  

My Gram said that to me once, years and years ago, and for some reason it stuck with me.  

It resonated somewhere in the recesses of my mind and fought its way back to the surface and into this story.  

I hope you enjoy this little narrative of the macabre.

Hit the Like, Love, or Creep button below to let me know what you think.

Uninvited

The amount of blood was impressive.

Roger laid in a fetal position, coughing up clots and trying, with all of his might, to remain brave.  He reached for his cell, pulled it out of his back pocket and slid the unlock icon, seemingly unaware of the massive surge of light it cast into the dark hallway.  His fingers dialed the magic numbers, leaving red smudges across the phone's screen.
It rang four times.

"911. What is your emergency?"

His voice shook out a whisper.  "I don't know how it got in."

"Hello?  Sir?  Speak up.  What is your emergency?"

He spat another clump of blood onto the hardwood floor.  "I don't know... how the...the trouble got in..."

"Sir?  Are you okay?  Is someone in your house?"

"Not someone...something," he choked.

"Sir?  We don't take kindly to pranks-"

"-this isn't a prank," he interrupted.  "Please...help me."

"Sir.  Are you hurt?"

He stared at the pool of blood billowing around his body.  In shock, and unable to believe his fate, he tried to speak.  Swallowing hard, Roger cried out, "Oh, God.  I am."

The operator giggled.  "Sir.  God is your only hope right now."

A loud crash boomed from the next room.  A shadow emerged and filled the door frame ~ its silhouette large, ominous and shifting; its eyes were the only feature Roger could make out.  And he tried not to stare into them; into those blanched eyes that burned white hot into his own.

"Please," he spoke to the dark figure, raising his bloodied hand as a feeble move to defend himself.  "Please," he whispered into his cell to the operator on the other end.

"Please," the operator mocked him in a childish tone and chuckled.  "Roger.  Be strong.  This will all be over in another minute."

The cell phone went dead.

Then, the light from its screen shut off.

The pitch blackness was back and all Roger could make out were those eyes.

Those white hot eyes.

And they moved towards him.

He mumbled a half of a prayer, wondering if God would hear him; would even know him.

Those malicious white eyes were level with his own now and he could feel the heat that radiated from them.

A tear slid down his cheek and landed at the corner of his mouth.  He welcomed the salty taste.

Roger closed his own eyes.

He drew one more breath.
                                                            

by: Deevious

A Place to Thrive...

They know me there.

They accept me.

#CreepOn

Secrets to Keep

There are some nightmares that I cannot -I will  not put to paper because they are just too terrifying - too horrific - too evil.  I won't put them into words for fear these would breathe a life into them and they would walk off of the paper and into the world;
  And I would be to blame.
I would be responsible for all that destruction - all that pain - all that blood.

 ~Deevious~

99 Days Away...

It's never too early for some great Halloween ideas...

Follow the link below for 20 different killer makeup opts

that are perfect for a variety of costumes.

Halloween Make-Up Ideas 

#8 is my favorite.

#15 blows my mind.

and #19 makes me cry...out of fear.

Creepsters, which one is your favorite?

What Are You Reading?

Happy Weekend, Creepsters!

And Happy reading...

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Need some book ideas?

Check out: Evil's Library. 

Looking for some scary short stories?

Check out these: Nightmares.

#ReadOn

#CreepOn

#SharetheDarkness

#NightLightsCastShadows

#Booknerds4Life