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, January 30, 2014

The Wall




Cold as a razor blade...
Tight as a tourniquet...
Dry as a funeral drum...

Sheer poetry.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Pink Floyd Day



I am sifting through old CDs today and I stumbled onto the music of Floyd.  
(**sigh**)
It's like finding a twenty dollar bill in your pocket that you had forgotten was there.
~Such mesmerizing melodies and haunting lyrics.~

Now, I wasn't always a fan.  It's true.  It had to be taught to me.
I can remember my brother making me listen to The Wall over and over and over again.
I tried to fight the music - insisted that it was torture - 
but my brother was eight years older than me (and eight inches taller) and I stood no chance in a retaliation.  
So, day after day he made me suffer through song after song of Pink Floyd very early in my childhood 
and, just like brainwashing, I became a fan ~ and a die hard fan at that.

Looking back, it was probably one of the best things he did for me.  
Thanks, dude.







Mothman - Point Pleasant

Friday, January 24, 2014

I, Frankenstein



Finally, it's here!

Looks amazing.

Will you be going?





Thursday, January 23, 2014

Burn With Me

Nightmare  #189

A whisper tickled my left ear.
I adjusted my pillow.

Another murmur resonated in my thoughts.  It was low and throaty and I could barely make out the words but I was damn sure it was part of my dream, part of my unconsciousness.

Burn... me.

Hardly awake, I shifted the covers over my shoulder and basked in the warmth from the blanket.

Burn.  With.  Me.

I sighed heavily. A low grunt of my own wiggled in my throat.  Go away, I thought.

Burn.  I heard a voice growl louder.  The word echoing through the room like some club remix.

Burn-burn-burn-burn-burn-burn-burn-

I opened my eyes.

A lady stared back at me.

She had the darkest brown eyes I'd never seen, like chocolate.
And hollow.
And empty.
And I could somehow see through them.

I maneuvered some sort of karate kick under the blankets - that went no where near the threatening figure - and mixed it with a barely audible scream.

I was definitely awake now.  The haze of some forgotten dream lingered faintly in my mind.  I blinked the film from my eyes.  The bedroom was dark with a slight haze of a streetlight that poured in through the crooked blind.  The hour was unknown, but I guesstimated I had to be lost in the darkness closer to dawn.

I shook the remnants of slumber from my head and was certain the lady was gone, just a leftover morsel of a bad meal.

But I could feel her somehow.  Knew she still lingered.

My eyes darted about the room as I grabbed for some sort of weapon on my nightstand.
Noisily, I clunked around it contents and ended up holding a bottle of eye drops.

Nice, I thought.  Then out loud, "Yeah, that will scare her."
I waved the tiny bottle of salt water ferociously as a blade.
"Get outta here," I called out.  "Just go."

She popped up from the corner of my bed.

I screamed.  Very loud.

I could see the lady clearly now, as she stood standing...
floating...
lingering...
near the corner of my bed.  And she seemed to mock my screams by tilting her head and forcing a confused facial expression.

I got a better look at her now.  She was easy to make out in the darkness, her body glowing brightly as if stuck under a black light.  Her skin radiated a bright white, with the bluest of veins and purple hues.
Her lips glistened the most perfect shade of pink; but were lined with black cracks and bloodied scabs.
A thick heap of silver hair matted her face and through it emerged a pinkish hue.

Her head was seeping blood.

I screamed again.  Then, I stared.  My mouth hung open, and I shivered from fear, waiting for some sort of death to come over me.  I questioned myself mentally, wondering why she just floated there, not attacking me like so many horror movies I had watched in the past.

I was petrified at the silence;
at the stillness of the scene;
at the anticipation.

I tried to push another scream through my open mouth - believe me I tried - but could not force one.
I had fallen just as silent.

Then, I heard it.

Burn.  Burn.  Burn with me.  She moaned through cracked lips that now dripped a blood to match that which fell from her hairline.

I gasped, certain I was having a nightmare; certain I only had to wake myself up.  So, I started shaking my head, violently.  I must have shook my head a dozen times.

But she was still there;
still bleeding out;
still wishing me to burn...

Then, I smelled it.

All that shaking must have jarred something loose and my senses came alive.
All of a sudden, I could hear the flicker.  My nose breathed in the smoke.

I threw the blankets off my body, slithered across the bed (away from whatever she was that was blocking the other side) and swung open the door.  I ran into the hallway.

Flames licked the walls.

Fire swooped across the ceiling, drinking the plaster as it danced.  It was making it's way from one end to the other, and I was in its path.

Why the hell isn't the smoke alarm ringing its lungs out?!?!

I spun around to confront my intruder.
The lady who surely started this inferno.
The one who wanted me dead.

But she wasn't there.

She was no where in the room.

I knew I didn't have time for this bullshit.
I ran to the window, flipped the lock, slid it open, popped the screen and shimmied out into the crisp night.

As my bare feet felt the cold, January ground, I spun around to see the severity of the situation.  It was a complete inferno that was consuming the house and it grabbed chunk after chunk of the place like a hungry orange monster at a buffet.

I silently thanked God that I lived alone and that I made it out; I cursed myself for not grabbing my cell phone; and I wondered if any of my books would survive?  Maybe just one of them?

But as I watched the flaming monster devour every square inch of my now former residence, I doubted anything would survive its fiery vengeance.

The building was crumbling now and near collapse.  I could hear sirens in the distance.
I saw a silhouette move past my bedroom window.  The lady slid the blind to one side and stared out at me ~ her skin still glowing, her head still leaking blood.  She almost seemed to smile.

Then, it hit me.
I gave her a nod.  A sort of thank you gesture.
A feeble attempt at some gratitude for waking me;
for scaring the shit out of me;
for getting me moving at such an hour.

Don't waste it.  I heard her creepy voice in the back of my mind.  And with that, she nodded back; folded her hands in prayer and stepped backwards, disappearing among the blaze.

"I won't," I whispered back.  "I won't."


~by: Deevious~







Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Flesh


"That is the eternal folly of man.  
To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.  
Worm food." 
~ Neil Gaiman ~  
American Gods

Monday, January 20, 2014

Grave Images ~ Contest

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This contest is closed.
We have a winner!!!
Congrats to Diane!!!

A cryptic message is hidden below.
Find it and post it ~ along with your name ~ for a chance to win this skull case:

First one to solve it wins.

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You cannot imagine what I have seen;
The doors that have opened to that other world...

Find image here


Those images are burned into my memory ~
Their screams are enough to make you mad bat-shit crazy.


So, why haven't I lost myself?
How can I still be holding on?
And how long can I continue to fight?



                    thEy taunt                                              don't sleep               i have to make them belieVe.                                           run     i can hear them        once it trIed         the screams
                         they mock                                    oh, how they Laugh.  and pLot.        hush
they laugh and i cry               pIercing screams           they won't belieVe mE.                                       
    stop the noiSe.





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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Freak Encounters: Man Eating Snake?



Well, of course anacondas exist. But I think these questions come into play:
Are there certain reptiles that hunt humans?
That prefer the taste of people over another animal or plant?
That seek us out to devour?
Or is such a snake simply hungry and holding no intent or ill-will towards us?

Guess we'll just have to let science fiction interpret this mystery for us.
:)
Any thoughts?




Friday, January 17, 2014

Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Nightmares are Coming...

So, I haven't shared any nightmares in a while; guess I've been saving them up and keeping them all to myself.  :)  Well, a new year means new stories and a bigger commitment to you all, my Creepsters. And I will begin this allegiance with my latest short entitled: 


 It'll be edited and ready for consumption within the week.  
Watch for it.



Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Composed

We are all bones and bravery
Blood and brawn
Soul and spirit.

Does it matter?


Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival



With the full moon lurking, this is the perfect song to compliment it.
And this collection of images that buyakga has put together among its words is breath-taking.
I just subscribed to her on YouTube and plan on sharing some more of her amazing clips in future posts.

Be careful out there, Creepsters...the full moon is upon us.


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Bridgewater Triangle Documentary



This Triangle is on every one's radar!
From what I understand, the movie/documentary was released in October of 2013.
Have you seen it?

Find out more here ~The Bridgewater Triangle Documentary

Friday, January 10, 2014

BRIDGEWATER TRIANGLE



This area is becoming more and more prevalent in its study.  Media coverage is growing surrounding this triangle and its deep, dark history.  Anyone live here?  Near here?  Been here?
Anybody believe the stories?  The speculations?
Share with us.
Comment below or email us at~ nightlightscastshadows@gmail.com
We'd love to hear from you.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Pukwudgie



Any believers out there?
Do these creatures of evil exist?
Should we be on the lookout?
Or is it all a load of BS?

Like if you believe in the powers of the Pukwudgie.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

No Rest for the Wicked.


Evil doesn't sleep...why should you?

Good question.


Thanks, Matt :)


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Sleepless


"There are nights when the wolves are silent 
and only the moon howls."


Monday, January 6, 2014

When the Magic is All Gone.




"I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things." ~ Tom Waits


Saturday, January 4, 2014

Grave Images


You cannot imagine what I have seen;
The doors that have opened to that other world...


Find image here

Those images are burned into my memory ~
Their screams are enough to make you mad bat-shit crazy.


So, why haven't I lost myself?
How can I still be holding on?
And how long can I continue to fight?




                    thEy taunt                                              don't sleep               i have to make them belieVe.                                           run     i can hear them        once it trIed         the screams
                         they mock                                    oh, how they Laugh.  and pLot.        hush
they laugh and i cry               pIercing screams           they won't belieVe mE.                                         
    stop the noiSe.





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Friday, January 3, 2014

Sound Advice


Always keep your loved ones close and tight.
And never travel the darkness without a light.

~dpb~

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Left Behind?


"You can get the monkey off your back -
but the circus never leaves town."

~Anne Lamott~

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A New Year

May 2014 be all you need it to be.  
Happy New Year to you and yours.

Find image at The Village Voice