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, August 30, 2012

Lights out...

The darkness is creeping in
snuffing out the light
holding me down
stealing my breath
and leaving my soul
to wither


Wednesday, August 29, 2012


“The charm of horror only tempts the strong”

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Face to face

And I stood at the window
trying to distinguish 
the horrific features
of this creature
that dared
to stare
back at me.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Don't let go...

"All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe."  
~Stephen King

Friday, August 17, 2012

Thursday, August 16, 2012


"Every one of those bees could have descended on me like a flock of angels and stung me till I died, and it wouldn't have been the worst thing to happen. 
 People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life." 
~Sue Monk Kidd~

Monday, August 13, 2012

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

House for Sale

Nightmare #41:
It wasn’t until the third mortgage payment, that Johnna knew for sure – and that’s when she began to work longer hours, leave the lights on all night, pray a bit more.

After six months in, Johnna knew she had to move.  There was no more denying it.  She realized this when the ceiling cracked and splintered without cause; when the various power outages could no longer be explained; when the shadows started to play peek-a-boo.

She could feel the eminent danger swelling up in that haunted house like hot air in a balloon.  So, she called the realtor and made arrangements, called a friend and packed what she would need for the next couple of weeks.  She went to bed that night, pleased that she would be free of this awful place by morning’s light.

Hours later, Johnna awoke with a jolt.  She sat upright in bed, surrounded by darkness, unable to focus.

She fought to slow her heart rate and struggled with the confusion of reality.  Her mind wrestled with a faded dream…or nightmare…or noise?

What was it that got her attention?

She heard it again.   

An odd, gurgling sound filled the dark room, sounding like a bullfrog by its pond.

The noise stopped.

Another minute of silence passed.  Then, the gurgling again.  This time it was closer to her.

Johnna’s heart continued to race, smacking against her chest like a hammer to a nail.  Beads of sweat trickled down her hairline and before she could grab for the lamp on the nightstand, it grabbed her.

It took hold of her forearm, just as she reached for the light switch.  Its grasp on her was firm and cold - freezing, in fact - as though someone had placed a frozen slab of meat against her skin.

Her eyes - now one with the darkness - saw it, or rather a reflection of it in the dresser’s mirror.

Johnna shook her head furiously, like a child refusing to eat vegetables, hoping to rid herself from such a hideous nightmare.

But she was awake now, wide awake, and she was not alone.

Johnna whimpered and caught her reflection in the mirror.  She saw something else there too.  The beginnings of a shriek gathered in her voice box, as this dark, decrepit figure of the shadows came out of the wall behind her.  It reached around her shoulder with its other creepy arm and placed its bony hand over her mouth to keep her from releasing a scream...  

pic compliments of morguefile

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Wrong Impressions

It's always the unlocked door that won't open ~
the unloaded gun that fires ~
the silence that deafens the ears.