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

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Embrace It...

“....That unless one wants to live a stunningly boring life, 
one ought to be on good terms with one’s darker side and one’s darker energies.”

~ Kay RedField Jamison ~

Monday, December 11, 2017

Your Question Answered...

Why do I do #MusicMonday on this blog?
Because music is life. 
The songs I post on here - more often then not - have a dark vibe to them, or maybe contain a bit of poetry, or house enough F-bombs to make me feel alive.
But the real reason that I do a #MusicMonday is because music is a part of all of us.
It connects us.
It is Life.
It is Death.
And it is everything in between.

So, please, Creepsters.
Be part of our community here.
Be part of our darkness and our soul-searching.
Be part of our story.
And be part of our #MusicMonday, because we all rock.

Without further ado, this is what I'm listening to today...


Friday, December 8, 2017

A Stranger Things Christmas

If you're a fan of the Upside Down, then you will definitely enjoy the humor here...

Thursday, December 7, 2017


I had a lot of fun writing this piece.
It was a great adventure in creating these characters and seeing where they would take me.
I hope, you too, enjoy the journey.

The Caretaker
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;
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.


Wednesday, December 6, 2017

December Contest

***This contest is officially close.***
Congrats goes to Creepster Stacey for the win!

The Night Lights Book Club has picked 
A Christmas Carol 
as December's Haunted Read.

Win it now...

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

In what year was this book first published?

Good Luck, Creepsters.

And as always, 
please read our Contest Rules 
before you agree to participate in any of our contests.


Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Give the Gift of Books

Looking for some great holiday gifts for that booknerd in your life?
Do you know someone who has a good heart and a dark soul?
Or a good soul and a dark heart?
Then look no further than Evil's Library.
Check out our Book Club's list of evil reads for the Creepster in your life.
There are some wicked suggestions over there.


Monday, December 4, 2017

Book Club Pick

The Night Lights Book Club has chosen this classic tale for December...

A Christmas Carol is a timeless piece of literature that does not disappoint.
The language is enchanting;
The story line is impeccable;
The characters are unforgettable.
(And the ghosts are cool as shit.)

Charles Dickens was definitely a writer for all times and all ages.
Enjoy this holiday season and spend some time revisiting some old friends in this haunting read.
(Or at least check out the movie.)

My rating: ❤❤❤❤❤ 
(because its Charles fucking Dickens, that's why)