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

Friday, August 18, 2017

Welcome to the Jungle

This looks like a two thumbs up! πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

For You...

I love this quote so much.
It's magical.
Thank you, Meagan Spooner.
You are an amazing writer.  

Image found on Pinterest 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


Always here.
Always there.
Always, always everywhere.

Image found here ~


Monday, August 14, 2017

I Wear You Like a Stitch...

No denying these guys have a great sound.
This is one of my faves from them.
(And those masks are freaky cool.)


Friday, August 11, 2017

My Weekend Read...

from the Night Lights Book Club...

What are you reading, Creepsters?
Share it below in the comments.


Thursday, August 10, 2017

On the Wind...

This short is a cross between a nightmare I had and a daydream I caught.  It's one of my favorites, because it leaves so much for the imagination.  It forces the reader to think it through.

What happened to her?
Why doesn't she have a name?
Is there a chance of escape?
Who, or rather, what did this to her?

Put your imagination on alert, Creepsters, and enjoy the read...

Dead Stare
Nightmare #65:
The wind chime clung to its hook on the side of the small porch.

She could hear its metal pipes knocking together, assuring her that the storm was getting close now.  Its din carried on the wind, through the open window, and to her ear ~ only the right ear.  Her left one was buried in the mattress.

The ceiling fan spun above her; its melodic hum ~ almost calming ~ soothed her, as she lay immobile.  She could feel her heart flutter and her muscles tighten.  Her body shook and grew incredibly cold.  From her mouth, she choked out small puffs of air ~ like an iron huffing steam.

Her eyes, glassy and bloodshot, stared straight ahead.

Whatever had done this to her, walked past her line of vision again.  Its exoskeleton, just inches away, radiated a horrendous stench and her last hope was that it wouldn't be the last thing she had to see.

Just then, the wind chime rang again.

~ by: Deevious ~


Wednesday, August 9, 2017


This premieres tonight, Creepsters.
Anyone watching?
Anyone beside the guy in the Ice Cream truck, that is? πŸ˜‰πŸ˜ˆ

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Casting Shadows...

"Thin streams of smoke rose from the burning wicks.
The dancing flames cast jiggling, macabre shadows on the walls,
and they were reflected in the staring eyes of the corpse."

~Dean Koontz~

Monday, August 7, 2017

Your Turn...

Okay, Creepsters.  
Most Mondays I post what I'm listening to 
or a song I heard recently 
or music that moves me.
Today, I want to hear from you.
What moves you?
What are you listening to?

Image found here

Share your style and
Post your songs below.


Friday, August 4, 2017


Today's the day, Creepsters.
The Dark Tower is coming to a theater near you.
Anyone interested in this one?
I haven't read the series - yet - so, I think I might be a bit more open-minded with the result of this movie.  It looks fantastic and King gave his okay on it, so I think I gots to put this on my list.  I will, however, avoid the opening rush - and all you Stephen King crazies who'll be first in line πŸ˜‰ - and check it out down the road.

Post your thoughts below...

Thursday, August 3, 2017

All Safe For Now...

Hi Creepsters.
Here is my very first nightmare.  
This is also the opening to a novel I am currently working on.
What are your thoughts on this piece?
I welcome any feedback on my writing.
After all, that is how we learn and grow and progress.
So, feel free to post your comments below.


You Always Remember Your First
Nightmare # 1:  
  I was falling, and for a brief moment flying ~ flying down and down and down towards the light.  The wind picked up behind me and pushed me further, forcing me to lose control and lashing me around at unimaginable speeds.  The air raged against me; my head ached from the pressure and I felt disconnected from it.  I could only compare the fall to the acclaimed Road Runner series, where Wile E. Coyote would topple over a cliff, plunging to his death.  Even the rocky landscape from that cartoon surrounded me; different shades and shapes of rock and rubble encased me, filling my peripheral vision with its distortion.
     Faster and faster I fell.  Faster and faster I plummeted ~ not knowing what awaited me at the bottom, but assuring myself it was not good.  And as if to answer me, a horrendous laugh echoed from the pit below.  And then, came the heat.  In an instance, I was gasping for breath; wiping the sweat that ran into my eyes; and coughing soot from my throat.  I was being thrown to and fro, now heading face first ~ and even through my watering eyes I could see the fire and how quickly I was heading towards it.  But more disturbing than that was the creature that stood among the flames.  I'm sure it was the devil ~ again, in cartoon form ~ with a curved red tail that came to an arrowed point and leathery red skin that glowed like embers in the fire.
     His face, however, was far from animated.  It was charcoal-burnt and still melting, with an oozing eye that was beginning to droop from its socket.  From a hollow hole ~ masquerading as his mouth ~ four tiny snakes wiggled about, their tongues hissing and lapping up the melting skin around his features; and from it erupted another horrific laugh causing my ears to pop and bleed from its boisterous bellow.  He raised one arm above his head and erected a pitchfork, anticipating my landing and all too ready to hook my body and hold me over the flames to toast me to my death ~ like a marshmallow at summer camp.  I pressed frantically with my hands, assuming they would emulate brakes and slow my speed, but to no avail.  I was dangerously close now, my skin beginning to bubble and blister from the heat.  I opened my mouth to scream ~ but how ironic ~ no sound would follow through my voice box.  I could feel my ears were overheating and soon they would burst into flames along with the rest of my body.  Perhaps falling onto that pitchfork would be more humane than going out by fire.
     I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for impact.

~~~ I awoke with a jolt.
I was sitting up in bed, sweat pouring from my forehead and down my back.
I was ~ maybe ~ eight years old and safe in my parent's house.

All safe for now.

by: Deevious

(Animated pic is compliments of Wikimedia Commons)

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

August Contest

***This contest is officially closed***
We have a winner. 

Hi Creepsters!
Here's what's on the prize table this month...

This is a great one for August because it was also my pick for the Night Lights Book Club.
Just be the first Creepster to answer the following question about Mr. Mercedes and you win!

What is the name of the retired detective in the novel?
He's also one of the main characters.  :)

Please post your name and answer below... 
and remember to read the Contest Rules before agreeing to participate.  

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Book Club Business

Hello Creepsters!  
And welcome to the Night Lights Book Club.
My pick for August is from the master of horror, Stephen King.
I am a huge fan of his work (not his biggest fan, for that role has already been taken)
and out of all of his books I decided to start with Mr. Mercedes.  
I am only half way through this novel 
but am already recommending it because it's got a hold on me.
If you've already read it, 
comment your love or angst below.
But please remember this is a No-Spoiler-Zone.
(We can assess and discuss this book without ruining it for our other Creepsters.)
I will - no doubt - update this post when I finish the book and rate it accordingly.

Get your copy here

Watch this book be brought to life in the Mr. Mercedes TV Series.
It premieres on August 9th.