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Poetry Friday ~ Afraid & Grave

2 Nov

Hello, everyone! Welcome.

I’m taking part in Colleen Chesebro’s Halloween edition of Tanka Tuesday. I’m sharing an Etheree poem today.

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Author, Colleen Chesebro

Afraid and Grave are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.

*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.

Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.

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Angel Of Death

 

She

extends

bony hands

don’t be fearful

The angel of death

where she leads you follow

to your final resting place

into the darkness this night you

must go, lest her cold claws grab your feet

and sharp fangs bite into your very soul

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Have a wonderful day!

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Haiku Friday – Muse & Pen

30 Oct

Happy Haiku Friday everyone!

This week’s prompt words are Muse and Pen. The words were provided by Ron of RonovanWrites. Ronovan is a writer and poet and he also does author interviews and much more. You can read some of his poetry and fiction pieces on his blog. He also hosts RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday. Anyone can participate and he even teaches you what haiku poetry is and how to write it if you don’t already know.

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This is how I envision my muse with a world of knowledge in that little head.

She penned a poem

Her words superbly written

Inspired by her muse

Here’s the lovely Halloween-ish poem that inspired my simple haiku this week.

Dark Knight-tress

Underneath
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~ SKAT A

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Have a great Friday and Halloween weekend! Be safe!

Haiku Friday – Cheer & Call

23 Oct

♥ Hello and welcome to my blog!  It’s Haiku Friday! 

This week’s prompt words are Cheer and Call. The words were provided by Ron of RonovanWrites. Ronovan is a writer and poet and he also does author interviews and much more. You can read some of his poetry and fiction pieces on his blog. He also hosts RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday. Anyone can participate and he even teaches you what haiku poetry is and how to write it if you don’t already know.

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On All Hallows’ Day

A tremendous cheer was heard

A new year was born

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Why called Halloween?

To cheer saints with no day

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Have a great weekend!

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Short Horror Story – Raven’s Masterpiece

5 Oct

Best friends

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Raven and Nina – Bffs

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“Lake Creepy-Crawly”

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“Raven, I can’t believe you’re really going through with it.” Nina’s face was frozen in an astonished smile.

 

 

“Once you and Travis leave for college, there’ll be nothing left for me in this small town.” Raven frowned. “Besides, I’m an artist, Nina! I need to expand my wings and fly!” She swung her arms outward and fell back on the grass surrounding Lake Creepy-Crawly.

 

 

“But . . . New York is such a big city. Aren’t you afraid you’ll be swallowed up by the masses?”

 

 

“I plan to shine bright like a Nova. By the time I’m through with that town, everyone will know my name.”

 

 

Nina glanced at Raven and giggled. Raven joined in her laughter and suddenly jumped to her feet.

 

 

“Lets go in!”

 

 

“Go in where?”

 

 

“Lets go for a swim in the lake. For old time’s sake.” Raven’s blue eyes glittered with mischievousness.

 

 

“No way! Why do you think the town nicknamed it Lake Creepy-Crawly? If you go in, you won’t be swimming alone. There are things in that lake. They’ll crawl all over you.”

 

 

“That’s not true!”

 

 

“It is!” Nina yelled. “No one has gone swimming there for years. Not since the incident.”

 

 

“Do you mean when the fish died?”

 

 

“It was more than just a few fish. Old man Sam said that the big company out by Expiry road had something to do with it. He saw them dump things into the lake one night. The next morning, the lake’s fish were floating on the surface. Dead.”

 

 

“Old man Sam drinks!”

 

 

“Yes, but he wasn’t the only one who witnessed the dead fish, and everyone knows that nothing grows or lives in that lake anymore, except . . . except those things.” Nina shuddered.

 

 

“It’s been a while since that happened.” Raven looked out to the lake. “Those things have probably always been there. Besides, they’re tiny.”

 

 

“They were tiny. With time, everything changes . . . and not always for the best.”

 

 

Without waiting for the end of Nina’s sentence, Raven ran and jumped into the lake and splashed around happily, as though she hadn’t a care in the world. A powerful feeling of foreboding enshrouded Nina like a suffocating blanket. When Raven finally emerged from the lake, Nina rushed to her.

 

 

“You’re nuts! Sometimes I think you just do crazy things to torment me.”

 

 

Raven scoffed. “Who’s being dramatic now, huh?”

 

 

Nina picked up the blanket they had been sitting on and placed it around Raven’s shoulders.

 

 

“Ugh!” Raven groaned. She tilted her head sideways and pounded on it with the palm of her hand.

 

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

 

“There must be water in my ear.” Raven shook her head. “There, I think that did it.”

 

 

“I don’t know how you could swim in that murky water. Look at it—it’s black!”

 

 

Raven waved her hand dismissively. “Let’s go home.”

 

 

“Yes! You need a shower.” Nina giggled, pinching her nose and waving her hand as though to clear the stench in the air.

 

 

“Gimme hug! Me want big hug!” Raven joked as she ran after a screaming Nina.

 

 

*Two months later *

“Campus life is great! ” Nina raved on the phone. “I’m really enjoying myself here. I’m doing really well in my classes, and I’ve made some new friends. Oh, and Travis says hello!”

 

 

“That’s great. I’m doing okay, too. I’m painting almost non-stop. I showed one of my works in progress to the manager of a posh art gallery downtown. He was impressed and offered to show my work in early November.”

 

 

“That’s awesome, Raven!”

 

 

“Will you come for the opening?”

 

 

“But we talked about me visiting for Halloween, remember? To see how New York celebrates our favorite holiday?”

 

 

“You could stay through the first week of November,” Raven said in a sullen voice.

 

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

 

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

 

 

“You don’t sound like yourself. Aren’t you excited about Halloween and your very first art show?”

 

 

“Of course I am. It’s just these headaches . . .  I can’t seem to shake.”

 

 

“Have you seen a doctor?”

 

 

“No. It’s only headaches. Two Advil, and I’ll be all right.”

 

 

“But if you can’t get rid of it—”

 

 

“The pills will help take the edge off so I can get back to work.”

 

 

“Alright, but if the headaches continue, you’ll need to see someone.”

 

 

“Yeah, well . . .  If I want to have these paintings done by the opening, I’d better get back to work. We’ll talk again soon.”

 

 

“Okay. Bye, Raven. Take care.”

 

 

*One month later*

“Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Get out of there!” Raven pounded her head. She collapsed to the floor and pulled her hair with both hands. She screamed and groaned as she squirmed on the floor of her one-bedroom apartment.

 

A banging on the door did not stop her howling.

 

 

“Miss Raven! Open the door, Miss Raven!” An old woman banged on the door. “That racket is driving everybody crazy!”

 

 

Raven opened the door. Her long dark hair was disheveled and covered a good portion of her face. Her shoulders were scrunched around her ears. Her blue eyes, once vivid azures, were now dull and foggy, with intense redness where the whites should be and deep dark circles underneath. Her usually rosy lips were pale and dry.

 

 

At the sight of her, the building superintendent flinched and squinted, as though trying not to capture all the unpleasantness at once. “Are you ill?” She stared at her wringing her hands.

 

 

“No. I’m fine.”

 

 

“You don’t look too good. Maybe you should see a doctor.”

 

 

“A doctor can’t help me with what I’ve got!” Raven bellowed making the woman jump. “You need to leave me alone.”

 

 

“I have received countless complaints from your neighbors about screaming, loud banging and crashing noises coming from your apartment.”

 

 

“You keep knocking on my door!”

 

 

“And each time you tell me that the noises will stop, but I keep getting complaints from your neighbors.” She added with a grumble, “If the noises don’t stop, I’ll have to call the police.”

 

 

“I assure you–––the complaints will stop.”

 

 

The superintendent narrowed her eyes. “Make sure they do. I don’t want to come back here again.” She turned and shuffled away.

 

 

Raven followed the old woman with her eyes until she was out of sight.

 

 

*

“Hello, Raven. How are you? I’ve been calling and leaving messages, but you never return my calls.”

 

 

“Hi, Nina!” Raven said in an excited voice.

 

 

“Are you alright?”

 

 

“I’m great!”

 

 

“Why are you yelling? You sound manic. Are you sure you’re fine?”

 

 

“I’m just excited to hear from you. I’m sorry about not returning your calls. I’ve been very busy, working on my paintings. I’m all done now! I have left over materials, so I’m using them to decorate for Halloween. You’re still coming up, right?”

 

 

“Yes, of course.”

 

 

“Good! I’m throwing a Halloween party! I’ve invited some friends and neighbors. You’re going to love what I’ve done with the place.”

 

 

*All Hollow’s Eve*

“Raven is going to be surprised to see you. I hope she doesn’t get angry,” Nina said.

 

 

“Why would she? I’m your date for the party.” Travis blinked at her and smiled.

 

 

“She hasn’t been herself lately. Sometimes on the phone, she seems despondent and her voice is barely audible; other times, her voice is excited and shrill. But the last time we spoke, it was more like a groan or a growl.”

 

 

Travis scrunched his brow. “That weird.”

 

 

“She’s been having these terrible headaches, but she refuses to see a doctor. I’ve been calling her all day, but I haven’t been able to reach her. And yet, she knows I’m arriving today. I hope she’s okay.”

 

 

“Well, she’s throwing a Halloween party. How bad could she be?” Travis said. “She’s probably busy putting the party together.”

 

 

“You’re right. Halloween was always our favorite holiday. She’s probably knee-deep in Halloween décor right now. It’s going to be fun.” Nina tried to force a smile. “Anyway, thanks for coming with me.”

 

 

Travis and Nina approached Raven’s apartment building. They rang the buzzer several times, but no one answered. Travis pressed on the inner door, which swung open.

 

 

“Hello,” he called.

 

 

There was no answer, so Travis and Nina started up the stairs. When they reached Raven’s apartment , they found the door ajar.

 

 

“I was expecting festive lights and blaring music.” Travis glanced at Nina with a puzzled look on his face.

 

 

“Why is her door open?” Nina shook her head and bit her lower lip. The door creaked as she pushed on it, and they entered the dimly lit apartment. All the lights were off, except for a small lamp on an end table near the sofa. The curtains were drawn. The smell hit them almost immediately––rancid, jolting, evil—a stench to make the inside of their noses burn.

 

 

“Wow! She really went all out with the macabre theme.” Travis scanned the room his face pinched.

 

 

“What’s that smell?” Nina covered her nose and mouth with her hand.

 

 

“That is one of my best works,” a dark, sinister voice answered. Nina and Travis jolted and directed their eyes toward the voice. Nina’s legs faltered. If it weren’t for Travis, she would have fallen.

 

 

“Raven?” Nina gasped.

 

 

Raven’s skin appeared ashen and leathery. Her ratty, black hair framed her face like heavy curtains. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she wore a raggedy long black dress.

 

 

“Do you like my painting?” Raven tottered toward her.

 

 

Nina reached for Travis’ hand and gave it a squeeze. “Your . . . painting?”

 

 

“Yes, come and have a look.”

 

 

Nina and Travis followed Raven deeper into the apartment. Nina’s heart pounded. A thin film of cold sweat covered Travis’ forehead.

 

 

“At first, I couldn’t figure out what my series of paintings should be about.” Raven waved a paintbrush like a conductor’s wand. “Then an explosion of light went off in my head. Why not make paintings of my neighbors gathered for a great supper?”

 

 

“Interesting concept.” There was a slight tremor in Travis’ voice.

 

 

Nina stepped closer to the painting to have a better look, but then backed away. The stench seemed to be coming from the painting itself. Its surface was slathered in deep red paint and there were rubbery objects attached – no doubt the type of props that gag shops offered around Halloween. Nina looked around. All of the walls were adorned with the dark red paintings.

 

 

“So, you like them?” Raven’s manic tone was back in her voice.

 

 

“Well . . . ” Nina gulped.

 

 

“I like your costume, Raven.” Travis fidgeted and glanced at Nina.

 

 

As Raven brought up her hand, Nina noticed that the handle of the wooden paintbrush had been sharpened to a point. Before Travis realized what was happening, Raven had stabbed him in the chest. He stumbled and fell on his back. Nina wailed, dropped to her knees and began to shake him. He lay still, his eyes wide open.

 

 

“Why Raven? Why?” Nina stared imploringly at the monster that was once her friend.

 

 

“I’m not wearing a costume.” Raven glared at Nina. “Do you like my paintings or not?”

 

 

Nina was sitting on the floor directly beneath one of the paintings. She peered at it through eyes blurred with tears.

 

 

“Well? What do you think?” Raven’s voice became angry and vicious.

 

 

Nina jolted and wiped the wetness from her eyes with trembling hands. She shuddered as she was finally able to see the painting for what it was. Those rubbery objects attached to its surface weren’t from the gag shop – they were real intestines, brains, hearts, tongues, spleens, and who knows what else. How many people died here? Her stomach churned, and she felt lightheaded.

 

 

“Tell me!” Raven stared at her with a wolfish expression. Then she became calm and studied Nina’s face. Suddenly, Raven said cheerfully, “If you don’t like it I can always improve it.”

 

 

Raven lurched over to Travis’ body and grabbed his head, lifting it by the hair. She buried the tip of the large paintbrush into the tear duct and popped the eyeball out. She did the same with the other eye to the rhythm of Nina’s wails. She grabbed the eyeballs dangling on his cheeks and yanked them from the optic nerve. Nina felt an expansion in her head and a weakness throughout her body. She retched several times.

 

 

She can’t have a fainting fit. She has to get to her feet! Nina’s eyes shifted to the door. Raven stood between her and the exit.

 

 

“Here we go. Much better, right?” Raven attached Travis’ eyes to the bowl of soup in the painting. The painted bowl was now crowded with eyeballs. “My neighbors were always watching me, so I decided to paint an homage to their prying eyes.”

 

 

Nina screamed. Her hands flew to cover her mouth. Trembling, she clambered to her feet.

 

 

“I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t be happy for me!” Raven twitched with rage. “I knew you wouldn’t like my work. Well––I have a few more improvements to make, but for the final touches, I’ll need something from you.”

 

 

Raven lunged at Nina, clutching her filed paintbrush.

 

 

Nina’s legs started moving, as though on automatic pilot. Her heart beat loudly in her ears.

 

Raven chased her, howling ghoulishly.

 

Nina ran to the kitchen. Her eyes darted. She spotted a large knife sitting on the counter. She grabbed it and held it in front of her. Her mind raced and she panted.

 

Raven charged and ran into Nina’s extended arm, which held the knife. Raven stared into Nina’s eyes and moaned. Nina thought she heard her murmur, Thank you.

 

 

Nina released hold of the knife, and Raven slid to the floor. Nina kneeled next to her and rocked back and forth, sobbing. Her mind was unable to fully grasp what had just happened.

 

 

“Why? Why did you do this? Raven . . . why?”

 

 

She saw the answer to her question as Raven took her last breath. They crawled out of her ear by the dozens—the wiggly wormy things she recognized from their hometown lake. The parasites were vacating Raven’s head, no longer having a live brain to feed on.

 

Copyright © 2013 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

 

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 Edible Body Parts –– Bread!

 

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Okay, before you guys go off the deep end, let me explain. The images of the human body parts are unsettling I know, but guess what? They’re actually bread. Yes! Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. Thai artist and baker Kittiwat Unarrom creates these edible bread sculptures and sells them at his family’s bakery!

I don’t think I’d be able to put any of this bread in my mouth without retching, but hey, if you’ve ever fantasized about eating a person zombie-style hop on a plane to Thailand and visit Kittiwat’s bakery and you can do it legally. Read more about this Body Part Bakery and The Walking Bread here. Check out this video.

Yes, all of this is edible!

Yes, all of this is edible!

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Pumpkins, Fog Bubbles & Glitter, oh my!

1 Oct

Happy_October

Oh my gourd! We’re in October already! I love the month of October. I enjoy fall decorating and seeing all my family, friends, and neighbors’ decorations as well. Last year I wrote a series of scary stories and articles leading up to Halloween. Many of you really enjoyed that. So I plan to do the same this year. However, I wanted to begin the month by sharing some elegant, whimsical, scary, and fun fall decorating ideas. Hopefully this will inspire you to decorate your home or at least the entrance to your house. Some of you are planning to throw a fall or Halloween party. I’m going to share some fun ideas that will help you with that also. Enjoy!

There are so many awesome decorations we can make using pumpkins.

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The Budget Decorator shows us 13 Easy and Inexpensive Fall Decorating Ideas

I love this simple yet elegant idea. 

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Denim Pumpkin! This is so cute! At Between Naps on the Porch you can learn how to decorate a pumpkin like this.

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At Sidetracked Sarah you can find many creative ways to decorate with pumpkins from Jack-O-Lanterns to elegant centerpieces.

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You’ll find some cool pumpkin decorating ideas at The Boo and the Boy 

Love this! ⇓ Looks like a lot of work, but I think it could be worth it. Especially if you’re having a party or get together.

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I  glitter! What is it about these sparkly, colorful little particles that make me turn all girlie? Get in touch with your girlie side. Kirsten from 6th Street Design will show you how you can make your own glittery leave garland.

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You can create this adorable pumpkin family. Just visit AllYou for easy to follow instructions.

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Are you throwing a Halloween party? These are some fantastic ideas! Your family and friends will be amused.

You can project spooky animations on your windows or garage door with DVDs from Hallowindow!

Target has a new Bubble Fogger Machine. It blows bubbles and when they burst they release fog. How creepy is that?

How about Drink Labels? You can label your wine, liquor or even your water bottles with  Zombie Virus, Witches Poison, Wicked Remedy, Swamp Water . . . you get the picture. You can buy some here or make your own. Download FREE labels from here.

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I love these HGTV lighted witches’ brooms for the front walk.

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Great Halloween decoration ideas from CuriousSofa.com

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Painted acorns! How pretty is this? Learn how to do it with Beth from Home Stories A to Z

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Fabric wrapped pumpkins. What a great idea for your tablescapes or mantels. Get them here.

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What are your plans for this month? Do you celebrate Halloween? Are you throwing a party?

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Halloween Horror Nights

24 Oct

Halloween Horror Nights

Hi everyone! Welcome. I’m nearing the end of my Spooky Nights In October series. So, I mentioned in one of my previous posts that I had plans to go to Halloween Horror Nights. Well, I did go and I want to tell you all about it.

First, I stayed at the Loews Royal Pacific Resort at Universal Orlando. I experienced the allure of the South Seas in this beautiful hotel and it’s at walking distance from the park.

My room

My room

My two doggies, Rascal and Cocoa came along and they were ecstatic that they had their own bed.

Cocoa (left) and Rascal (right)

Cocoa (left) and Rascal (right)

Cocoa & Rascal made themselves comfy for sleepy time.

Cocoa & Rascal made themselves comfy for sleepy time.

The hotel’s concierge sent over a goody bag for… you guessed it, Rascal and Cocoa! I received diddly-squat!

Doggie Goody Bag

Doggie Goody Bag

My room had a great view.

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I could really get used to it. :/

I could really get used to it. :/

Okay, enough about the awesome hotel and room. Now, one of the genres I write is Horror. I love it. So you all can see how Halloween Horror Nights could be an inspirational place for me. If you enjoy reading Horror please take some time to read my posts Terror and Hell’s Half Acre and don’t miss my Spooky Nights In October grand finale short story Raven’s Halloween Masterpiece inspired by my visit to Halloween Horror Nights.

One of the things I love to do when I go to Halloween Horror Nights is people watch. I enjoy watching the actors roam around the park dressed in some scary garb and I take pleasure in seeing the reaction of their victims. I mentioned in one of my earlier posts that there is artistry and beauty everywhere and that it comes in many forms. I definitely saw beauty at Halloween Horror Nights, although not in the traditional sense of the word. Does this make me weird? Probably. Ha,ha! Oh well, see for yourself.

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The Walking Dead

The Cabin In The Woods

The Cabin In The Woods

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Zombies are the big theme this year. There were actors all over the park trying to scare the bejeezus out of you.

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I had a lot of fun watching the screamers and the runners.

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The Houses were great this year. There are 8 houses, but if you’d like to see them all you really need to purchase an express pass. If you cannot afford an express pass (they are pricey) be sure not to miss these houses: The Cabin in the Woods, The Walking Dead and Evil Dead House. These were my favorites. I wasn’t too impressed with the Resident Evil House, which was disappointing since it’s one of my favorite film series.

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Halloween Horror Nights was like a great Halloween Block Party, only I got to enter houses that thrilled and entertained me. There’s music, food and plenty to provide amusement and enjoyment. I hope I’ve given you a good overview of what it was like to visit Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Florida. Don’t miss my next post where I will be featuring my final Horror story for the Spooky Nights In October series. Have a great day!

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The Good, the Funny and the Ugly

18 Oct

The Good, the Funny and the Ugly

Greetings all! Thank you for visiting my blog. There are 7 days left for Halloween. Today I wanted to share with you some of the beautiful, artsy, creepy and fascinating Halloween Make-up and Costumes I have come across. Who knows, maybe you can get some inspiration for your own costume and make-up. Enjoy!

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Scarecrow - Not too scary huh?

Scarecrow – Not too scary huh?

If you’d like to see a Scarecrow Makeup Tutorial visit Kallie here.

What a Doll!

What a Doll!

Great illusion - Dolly

Great illusion – Dolly

Ugly

Zipper Face - Gross, but the make-up is great!

Zipper Face – Gross, but the make-up is great!

Phantom - Ooh! This one scares me!

Phantom – Ooh! This one scares me!

Frankenstein's Wife - She looks angry. "That's why we can't have kids-your nuts are in your neck!"

Frankenstein’s Wife – She looks angry. “That’s why we can’t have kids-your nuts are in your neck!”

Shark Mouth - I don't want to be around when she gets hungry.

Shark Mouth – I don’t want to be around when she gets hungry.

Artsy

Cracked Doll - Yes, I have a thing with dolls.

Cracked Doll – Yes, I have a thing with dolls.

The Bride is Blue

The Bride is Blue

Poison Ivy - Great make-up!

Poison Ivy – Great make-up!

Steampunk - Cool and stylish costume.

Steampunk – Cool and stylish costume.

Funny stuff

Penguin Costume - This is an accident waiting to happen.

Penguin Costume – This is an accident waiting to happen.

50 Shades of Grey - enough said...

50 Shades of Grey – enough said…

Poop Factory - Awww! I don't think he's happy about this title.

Poop Factory – Awww! I don’t think he’s happy about this title.

Nun - Taking a break?

Nun – Taking a break?

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall - Ha,ha! How adorable is this!

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall – Ha,ha! How adorable is this!

Batman's Joker - This is the cutest Joker ever!

Batman’s Joker – This is the cutest Joker ever!
Why So Serious?

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TERROR

14 Oct

TERROR

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Hey everyone! Continuing my efforts to completely creep you out this month I will begin with a hair-raising quote by the master of horror: Stephen King. Enjoy the story. Oh! If you’d like to heighten the creep-factor, press play on the sound player just below the picture of the strange doll. Enjoy!

The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…

~Stephen King

TERROR

 by Vashti Q

He touched me. His cold fingers lay upon my bare shoulder and made me shudder. His breath, icy, lingered on the hairs standing on end at the back of my neck.

 

I turned quickly.

 

No one.

 

My eyes flickered in every direction searching for his likeness. I was alone in my room.

 

This is not the first time this has happened to me. He still torments me. It was not enough to do so while he was still among the living. He visits me now as he did then . . . only at midnight.

 

At first it was only a touch, and he was gone—back to the place where phantoms dwell. Cold and piercing as was his contact, I preferred it to the unspeakable things he now does to me. I can’t get away so I lie awake, waiting for him, as I did not too long ago when he was still alive.

 

Alive, in the dead of night, he used to leave my mother in a drunken sleep and sneak inside my bedroom. He’d put a hand over my mouth and threaten to kill me if I spoke a word to anyone of the vile acts he would perform on my teenage body. Back then my mind would escape, leaving my body to suffer the terror and pain. I escaped to a faraway place to be by myself. Being alone then was a blessing. When he was finished with me for the night, I’d lie writhing in pain, bleeding and sobbing against my pillow as he once more made threats to end me before departing my room.

 

There is no escaping him now. He haunts my mind, my very soul, and being alone now is synonymous with hell. How do you rid yourself of a ghoul—an evil spirit that plagues your slumber? I wish I knew. Night after night, he tortures me. My shrieks and howls go unheard. I am on my own.

 

Tonight I will put an end to my suffering. I can no longer endure the hurt and anguish he inflicts on me. I should have done this long ago. Perhaps this would have been a better solution to ending the agony, rather than the one I ultimately chose.
Uggh! As I run a piece of glass along my wrist to the point of bleeding, I tell myself the excruciating pain is only temporary. My hand shakes uncontrollably, making it difficult to finish what I began, but I am determined to end this nightmare. I will be rid of him once and for all.

 

Argh! The agony! It is as if I just forced white-hot pokers into my arms. My fingers cramp and seize into claws. Slitting one’s wrists is not the painless, glamorous death the movies make it out to be. It is repulsive, foul, excruciating. I watch the blood gush out of me like geysers. There is gore everywhere. The smell of metal and fear assaults my nostrils. My chest feels tight. I scream. I cannot prevent myself from screaming in anguish. The pain. Oh God, the pain!

 

I feel a chill in my bones. I have an obscure sensation like something is expanding inside of me, filling me with haze. I . . .  I–––

 

 

*

The doctor bent over, hands on knees, panting after running from the other side of the hospital. “Nurse, how could she do this with your station right outside the room?”

 

“I heard nothing—only silence—but when I entered the room to administer the nightly medications, I found her like this.”

 

“Did you . . . ” deep breath, “move the body?”

 

“I found her just as you see her.”

 

“In all my years tending the mentally insane, I have never seen anything like this.” The doctor pulled a small tape recorder out of his lab coat and pressed the record button. “The patient is nude and covered in blood from head to toe. Her eyes are open and they gaze at me as if they could see me. Her arms are extended, her hands together, one over the other, palms up, resting on her thighs proximate to her knees. Her legs are crossed at the ankles.” He paused and took another deep breath. “The only visible wound on her body is a large laceration on her chest. It begins inferior to her sternum and extends to the left. It appears to be self-inflicted, although I have not been able to locate the instrument used.” The doctor gulped and continued. “Lying on the palm of her hand appears to be–––her heart.” He switched off the recorder.

 

“Do we have to move her?”

 

“Call the police.”

 

 

*

“This is how they found her?” one of the orderlies asked.

 

“Yes. Neither the doctor nor the police wanted to move her,” the other hospital assistant said.

 

“Strange. She looks like she’s just sitting comfortably in the chair, waiting for someone. Her dainty hands offering her heart as if on a platter. She should be slumped over, but she’s sitting upright and alert. Her open eyes look aware, and her face has an innocent tranquil quality. She looks as if at any moment she would break words. I don’t believe she was capable of doing this.”

 

“Of course she was capable! Both the doctor and police confirmed it. One of the CSI police noticed a large piece of glass jutting out slightly from the gash on her chest. She used it to cut herself open. I don’t understand how she could have that expression on her face after all that pain. Her faint smile and serene expression are unnerving. Besides, no one that ends up in this place is innocent. She murdered her stepfather in cold blood while he slept. Her mother awoke to find her straddling him, dressed only in his blood and gore. She stabbed him seventy-eight times. Her mother said she saw a demon in her eyes that night.”

 

“Why did she do it?”

 

“She claimed her stepfather abused her sexually.”

 

“Surely that must have driven her to it.”

 

“No, it would have been impossible for her stepfather to abuse her since he was paralyzed from the waist down.”

 

“Oh.” The orderly gawked at the young girl’s corpse. “Wow, she must have really been crazy.”

 

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Hell’s Half Acre

11 Oct

Hell's Half Acre - Wyoming

Hello! I had said in my last post that for the rest of the month of October my posts will be of the spooky variety. I believe I am definitely delivering on that today. The following story is based on true facts as witnessed by a friend of mine that prefers to remain anonymous. Now I have to warn you, this true story is not for the faint of heart. My friend claims this story is true and since the incident occurred he and his friends had not spoken of it…until now.

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Here is his story…

Between the scraggly Florida bushes and the misting rain, Kit could barely make out the two small tire tracks where the remains of a road used to be. She was sitting in the backseat of the pickup truck, behind the guy she was trying so hard to be brave for and his best friend beside him. She chose the backseat because she felt that if she were behind him, he wouldn’t let anything get her. Kit’s best friend was sitting beside her as the four of them slowly made their way down the winding path, farther and farther into the woods.
In a voice as brave as she could muster, trying to hide the trembling from the shivers running up and down her spine, she said, “Why do they call this place Hell’s Half Acre?”

creepy woods

Johnny looked at her in the rearview mirror. The lights from the dashboard reflected ever so elegantly in her already bright green baby doll eyes. He could see she had her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, exposing the soft curves of her face.
With a smile he replied, “The story goes that in the 1930’s, a schoolteacher took her class out to the old sawmill on a field trip. That sawmill is where her husband had worked. One day while she was teaching at school, he disappeared, along with their three children. She didn’t know what had happened to them, and the unknowing was said to have driven her insane. That day at the mill, she killed all the children in her class before committing suicide. They say sometimes at night, you can still hear the old mill running, even though it was completely abandoned in the 60’s. There hasn’t been any power out here since it closed. They also say she has been seen walking down the road at night in a white dress stained with the blood of the children she murdered.”

Old, abandoned haunted Mill

Old, abandoned haunted Mill

Even though Kit usually found Johnny’s voice soft and soothing, the longer he talked, the more his words swept through her like a cold winter wind, chilling her to the bone. She had been raised in a church that believed in heaven and hell, demons and angels. Maybe that was one of the reasons she decided to come out here tonight—to see if everything she had been taught was true. Maybe she could bring some reality to match the faith she was told was so necessary.
Now Johnny was talking with Cody. Kit couldn’t really hear what they were saying, nor did she care. She focused on the schoolteacher’s story and on the old Live Oak trees that reached out above the grass-covered road as though they were trying to suck all the light out of the world.

Old live oak trees
“Kit, you gonna make it girl?” Shelley was leaning across the seat looking at her.
Her real name was Kathleen, but her friends called her Kit, short for Kit Kat. She turned from the window and looked at Shelley, who was such a great friend. When Kit first moved to town, Shelley was the first person she met, and for some reason, they just clicked.
“Yeah, I’m good.” That was the best lie she could come up with at the moment.
As the last of the light faded from the day, the rain started to fall more vigorously. Lightning lit up the sky, which only made the Live Oaks’ reaching arms seem that much creepier.
Johnny looked back over his shoulder. “Around this next corner, there should be a sign that says ‘Entering Hell’s Half Acre.’ Help me look for it, alright? They say not to drive your truck past the sign. Said it pisses the woman off!”
As they rounded the corner, Cody hollered. Johnny, who was still looking over his shoulder, spun back around and hit the brakes all in one motion. With no warning, the engine died. Without its constant hum, there was nothing to hide the thumping of Kit’s heart.

 
A loud clap of thunder shook the truck. The four friends stared out the front windshield. Kit’s fingers gripped the door handle of the truck so hard, she could no longer feel her fingers. At the right front quarter panel of the truck, covered in small green and brown vines, was the old sign: ‘Entering Hell’s Half Acre’.
A woman stood in front of the truck, peering back at them through long, wet, pitch-black hair and with eyes red from the tears of blood she had been crying.

Ghost of crazy teacher that murdered the children

Ghost of crazy teacher that murdered the children

Another flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder. Kit’s heart raced faster and faster. She was frozen. Everything in her wanted to scream, but her chest was so tight that she couldn’t even make herself breathe.

Kit staring at the unbelievable!

Kit staring at the unbelievable!

Underneath the wind-driven raindrops that crashed against the windows of the truck floated the whir of large saws starting up and the screams of horrified children. Kit could see Johnny desperately trying to restart the truck. The engine was dead!

 
The wind blew harder, as though this hell storm was solely concentrated on that one horrid half acre of the world forgotten by God. Another loud scream from a child—so much pain and fear in the sound that it penetrated Kit’s soul. For the first time in her life, she felt like she had been totally isolated from God. All she wanted to do was leave, but fear ripped through her body, leaving her paralyzed.

Terrified child
The next bolt of lightning was so bright that Kit was sure it hit the truck. For a moment she lost focus, like someone had just taken her picture with an oversized flash from a camera in a pitch-black room. The truck rocked back and forth as thunder bellowed its way through the four corners of hell.

Scary ghost
When the roar of thunder subsided, Kit’s eyes focused once again beyond the windshield—but the woman was gone. Soft raindrops tapping on the window and the comforting purr of the engine were the only noises she could hear.
Johnny instinctively slammed the truck in reverse. As they made their way back down that long, dark, empty road from the place nobody should ever go, not one of them spoke a word. The absolute truth of the children’s cries on the wind and the woman, cold as the grave, standing in the road just past the sign were evidence enough for Kit that if there was a devil that could hold such a place on this Earth, then there must be a God to protect us from him.

 
What the four of them had seen and heard was never spoken of that night — or any other time since. But if you ever find yourself in need of evidence of what lies beyond, there is a small grass road out in the country that will take you under the old Live Oak trees to the end of the vision of God, and you will find what is truly unholy….