#EverydayIsHalloween… The Last Creepy Day

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#EverydayIsHalloween, Halloween, scary, story, The Midnight Society

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!

All month I have worked to get here, following The Midnight Society on their fabulous creepy journey.

Thanks for joining me.

And now the final installment … *sigh* Where does the time go?

My pumpkin is carved…

My creation. Isn’t he lovely?

 

The spider webs are hung. The skulls displayed and bones scattered through the yard…

 

And today’s word to inspire the final story-a-day is Halloween.

Of course it is. The perfect word. And you know about Halloween, right. When the veil between our world and the world of ghosts, demons, and faeries thins, allowing, well… mayhem, chaos, bad things. This story knows what it wants to be.

Halloween Night 

Monstrous oak trees line the cracked road. Old street lights struggle to push back the night. Will’s eyes gleam with mischief. “That party, dear Rusty, was legend.”

Leaves crunch under our feet as we wander the streets. Trees creak in a breeze.

I shove my hands in my pockets. “Pretty epic.”

A street light flickers then dies with a pop, allowing the blackness to creep farther into the street. I flinch. A chain link fence clatters in the wind. Whispers chase the breeze, sending chills up my spine.

“Scared?”

I chuckle. “It is creepy out here.”

The pitter patter of feet mix with the chatter of dead leaves. A high-pitched giggle creeps through the air. Another light goes out.

I stop, my stomach twisting with unease. “What was that?”

Two more glowing pools on the road dim then fade, plunging the world into darkness. A shriek flies through the night, freezing my heart. Will stumbles, his confident stride lost. Moonlight trickles over the edges of clouds and through the leaves to touch the confusion wrinkling his brow.

Panic descends on my mind. Footsteps slap across the road behind me. I spin. Empty darkness sits like a solid mass, as if to declare there is no escape.

Something hits the backs of my knees, which buckle, sending me sprawling to the ground. My cheek burns and I press my hand to my face. Warm blood coats my fingers when I pull them away. Will cries out in pain as he falls to the street. A low growl rumbles in my ear. Footsteps echo everywhere.

Will screams. I stare, my mind whirring in confusion, as he stands, kicking his feet and waving his arms at … at nothing. “Rusty! Help! Get them off! Off!”

With a smack, he hits the pavement. As if pulled by invisible wires, he jerks along the road, fingers clawing at the ground.

“Will!” I rush up the street. Sharp pain stabs my lower back, but I push forward. Tripping, I fall. My shoulder screams in pain as it takes the force. Tapping and hissing surround me. Fear weaves through my heart as an unknown force drags my friend into the darkness. “Will!”

His screams drive me to my feet. Stinging scratches appear on my arms. What feels like fangs sink into my leg, but I run, chasing the sounds of Will’s pain.

Then his cries for help stop, leaving the pounding of my feet and heart the only trace of life. I pause. My ragged breathing flows into the night as clouds of fear. My body trembles. Tears crawl along my cheeks.

“Rusty?” Will’s voice creeps through the night.

Relief floods my mind. “Will? You okay?”

“Come on, friend. You’ll love what I found.”

I jog along the road, wiping tears from my face. A dark form steps into view, the moonlight tracing crooked shoulders as he stays a step away.

“Will? What the hell just happened?”

He raises his arms. “Join us!”

I swallow. “Us?”

Rustling, growling, and hissing, a horde of strange beings creep out from the tree line and onto the road. Crawling. Limping. Oozing into view. Black eyes glint in the dim light. Claws tap on the road.

Will shuffles forward. His eyes now black pits of nothing, his skin the color of death. “Happy Halloween.”

End

And that’s how we Halloween! (Oh, that’s a verb now.) So, whatever you do to celebrate this October 31st, have a blast! But stay alert, you never know what might lurk around the corner or in that dark hall.

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Fairly Twisted Tales for a Horribly Ever After… Release Day!

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anthology, ProjectREUTSway, release day, Reuts Publications, scary fairy tales, stories

IT’S HERE!

A fabulous contest.

So many writers,

judges,

editors,

illustrators,

AND TONS OF WAITING!

Finally, all the hard work has paid off. We release our stories out into the world! Mwahahahahahaha! These aren’t your momma’s fairy tales. Leave the lights on.

 

 

Blurb: When it comes to fairy tales, there are plenty of things that go bump in the night. Things so morbid and grotesque, so sinister and diabolical, they haunt your imagination; warnings from generations past that still manage to terrify.

 In 2013, authors came together for the annual Project REUTSway writing competition, penning their own interpretive twists on stories we’re all familiar with. Seventeen were chosen, bringing twenty-five new versions to life. From The Brother’s Grimm, to Hans Christian Andersen and beyond, these tales are not the ones you grew up with. They are, however, Fairly Twisted Tales for a Horribly Ever After. Dare to find out what happens when “once upon a time” ends in the stuff of nightmares?

 An exclusive hardcover will be available from REUTS Publications in the coming weeks, but you can devour these stories now for Kindle and Nook!

 

This NaNoWriMo season, REUTS Publication is inviting you join us in creating the next talented collection. So brush up on your histories, legends, and cultural lore, because we’ll be looking for the most original, fantastic versions of tales that have braved the centuries. The globe-trotting of world mythology will make weekly theme stops to visit Egyptian, Celtic, and even more rich lore from other areas of the world. This all starts November 1st, so make sure to grab your pens and ready those typing muscles for the twists that will be revealed on the Project REUTSway on twitter, or on their website.  

 

Two of my twisted fairy tales appear in this book, and I contributed an illustration too! The entire experience was fabulous! Go read all the incredibly twisted stories and marvel over the wondrous drawings. GO!

And am I participating in this year’s ProjectReutsWay?

YES! Of course, I am.

Are you?

 

 

#EverydayIsHalloween… Or Treat

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#EverydayIsHalloween, demons, Midnight Society, scary, story, treat

Can you believe this will be my 23rd #EverydayIsHalloween post and my 22nd short story? I can’t. I’ll admit that I have become attached to my little creative moments of weirdness.

However, once the ProjectReutsWay challenge begins on Sunday, I won’t have time to miss my romps through everything scary. I’ll be focused on myths and folktales on writing the best story I can in hopes of submitting something acceptable. Can I dream of doing as well as I did last year? I just don’t know.

Failure is scary.

So, I’ll focus on what I can do now. Okay, brain, the word is treat, fitting with yesterday’s trick. Lol! Very good Midnight Society! I do have an image, the end of the story clear in my mind, which is BAD! I need the beginning… I hate beginnings. Give me a sec, I’ll come up with something.

The Boys

The line of nervous people stretches out behind me. I fight the urge to run, to chicken out. Shifting back and forth on my toes, I stare into the dark tunnel, an icy breeze sending chills down my spine.

When the haunted house appeared, as if by magic, the rest of the football team decided to go. I agreed, or face going down in legend as Tony, the wuss of the undefeated Littleton Lions.

My chest tightens as screams pierce the night. Fog crawls over the ground. My stomach clenches with every odd sound. The guys give high fives, roaring in defiance of fear. Hands slap my shoulders. I laugh, trying to hide the panic swirling in my mind. Flickering faces of jack o’ lanterns stare at me, accusing me of having the heart of a little girl, which is fine, as long as I don’t scream like one.

The strobe light flashes as we enter and I take a deep breath. Disembodied voices and evil laughter assaults us from everywhere. The guys chuckle.

Feet shuffle through layers of leaves. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, creeping across my skin.

“This all you got?” Chuck says, spreading his arms wide in challenge.

“Really?” Andy says. “Black curtains, a strobe light and fake spider webs? Man, we paid good money for this.”

Tucked in the middle of the group, I keep my head down. The chant that nothing can hurt me repeating in my mind. I shove my clammy hands in my pockets.

“Lame!” a deep voice howls.

“Let’s get out of here!” a few people call.

A screech sounds by my head. I jump as a misty puff erupts a step from me.

An old woman creeps out of the swirling smoke. She cackles, her white hair quivering around her head. “Oh my! Aren’t you nice specimens.” Her bony finger pokes my chest.

Growling and hissing trickle from behind the black curtains. I glance at the waving material. Unease settles in my belly.

“Oh, boys! Come see.” She parts the cloth.

My heart stops.

Tiny figures swarm from a pulsating red light. Sharp teeth and jagged horns shine in the eerie glow. Too small to be kids in costumes. Their movements too smooth to be robotics… I step back.

“Oh, cool!” someone behind me calls. “How did you make those?”

My heart sinks. Fear swallows my senses. Clawed hands reach for me. Dark eyes gleam with evil intent. I scream in pain and terror as one of the devils sink its teeth into my arm.

The gnarled old lady shrieks in delight. “A treat for my boys!”

End

Ow. If the Halloween attraction appears overnight, don’t go. Just don’t. Or maybe, just say no to your friends and forget your pride.

One day left. One story to go. It’s going to be a bit tricky since I won’t be home much tomorrow, but I’ll finish. Hopefully, it’ll be a good end to a great month.

 

 

 

#EverydayIsHalloween… Trick or…

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#EverydayIsHalloween, creepy, scary, story, The Midnight Society, trick

Can you believe that Halloween is only two days away? Tonight, I am carving a pumpkin. Tomorrow, I will be creepy-ing up my house with skeletons and spider webs. Eeeeekkk! LOVE IT!

So the inspiration for the day is trick. That dreaded part of the well-known phrase, trick-or-treat, the part of the saying you hope the person who answers the door doesn’t choose. What if they do…

Vengence

The dark street stretches out before us. Groups of costumed kiddies dash across the road and wander along the sidewalks.

I squeeze my girlfriend’s hand, my patience stretching to the limits. “How much longer do we have to do this?”

“Stop, Kyle,” Nora says. “You promised your mom you’d take them.”

“I remember something that resembled more of a threat, take them or…” I pull the car keys from my pocket and jingle them, “no car.”

I shuffle up yet another leaf-littered sidewalk. Knots of irritation form in my belly.

“Trick-or-treat!” the kids sing in a chorus, holding bags out in front of them.

“Trick, you little urchins.” The old woman’s face wrinkles in terrible glee. “HA! Didn’t expect that did you?”

Candy filled pumpkins and pillowcases droop in disappointment. Anger flares in my chest at the sad faces of my little brother and his friends. I step forward, but Nora holds me back.

The woman cackles as her trembling hand waves the kids towards the road. “I am not here to hand out free candy to all you lazy children, sitting around all day playing video games. Spoiled brats.” She slammed the door.

Grumbling, the group turns and races off to the next house. Nora tugs on my hand, but my feet stay firmly planted on the ground. My heart pounds with fury.

I nod towards the kids. “Go on with them.”

“Kyle?” The syllable holds curiosity and a bit of worry.

My fingers curl into fists. “She said she wanted a trick.”

Nora moves in front of me, gazing into my eyes. Fear flickers across her face. “Kyle, please. Not again. The police said -”

I shove her away. “She said she wanted a trick.” Rage boils over from my mind, creeping over my heart and bubbling into my gut.

Nora hangs her head and hurries after the group of kids under our care. “You want a trick, you crazy, old bat. You think handing out a few chocolate bars is too much trouble?” I stomp up the walkway to the front door, my head spinning as darkness seeps into my thoughts.

I turn my head, searching for something, anything. I grab the wicker rocker and raise it above my head. My burning anger reflects in the front door’s oval window.

The chair crashes into the door, splintering into pieces. Yet the door remains unscathed. I growl in frustration. My hands clenching and unclenching. I curl my fingers around the small, round iron table. Its weight fuels my rage. Again and again, I smash it against the house. The windows ripple, but don’t crack. The porch railing bends, but doesn’t break.

The door opens with a creak. A low chuckle trickles out of the house, wrapping around my mind.

I rush towards the doorway, lifting the table above my head. The old woman stands in dim blue light. I swing the furniture, wanting to crush her skull, but it passes through her, leaving misty wisps curling in the air.

My breaths become ragged gasps. The white-haired apparition reforms, her eyes blazing red.

With a howl, she rushes towards me and the blackness engulfs me.

Her laughter rings in my mind. “Trick!”

End

That was a good trick. Mwahahahahahaha!

#EverydayIsHalloween… Costumed Creepies

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#EverdayIsHalloween, costume, scary, story

Hello, dear friends of the creepy.

I was out of the house all day, but not to worry, I was with writers, reading and critiquing. So happiness!

But back to the task at hand. A few days remain until I complete my mission (mostly) of a story-a-day for October. If we ignore the fact that I started the challenge on the 6th (I didn’t see the list until the 5th!) and missed a couple of days (real life, people, real life)… it’s still a lot of stories. Right?

Thank you to The Midnight Society for today’s word, costume. Hmmm…

Transformation

I wanted to be a vampire. So that’s what the little, old woman made me.

The cape flutters at my ankles as I stride into the party. The hunched, gray-haired lady informed me that the best costumes were kept in the back… her special costumes. I didn’t want to be just any vampire. No glittery skin or fake plastic fangs. I wanted to transform into Dracula himself. The original.

A curvy Cleopatra slides her fingers along the edge of my collar as I pass. “Whoa, Jerry, is that you?”

I flip my cape and weave through the crowd. This party will be different. I won’t stand in a corner, hoping someone will talk to me.

A fairy queen winks at me. “Great costume!”

Pride fills my chest.

A scantily clad Viking shield-maiden points her sword at my throat. “Must be the cape, it brings out something…” She narrows her blue eyes, inspecting me. “Irresistible.”

Power crawls through my mind. My heart thumps with self confidence. No woman had ever found me attractive.

A witch stares at me, her black fingernails tapping against the buttons on my shirt. I take a deep breath. The scent of desire mixes with her perfume. The party thrums around us, yet the sounds of beating hearts rises above the music and laughing.

Throbbing veins in their necks draw my gaze. A low growl rumbles in my throat as yearning seeps into mind. A darkness settles in my soul.

The witch gasps. “Your eyes! How did you make them black?”

“What?” I ask, stepping towards her.

My fairy queen shoves the witch out of the way and gazes into my eyes. “Exquisite.”

Leaning forward, my lips brushing her neck. My stomach twists with desire. I straighten. My green-eyed witch, warrior, and winged beauty flock to me, cling to me like cobwebs.

A cowboy passes, raising his brows in approval. “How do you do it, man?”

My tongue passes over fangs as they form in my mouth. “I am Dracula.”

End

Good thing I don’t have any Halloween parties to attend.

 

 

 

#EverydayIsHalloween… Keep the Door Closed

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#EverydayIsHalloween, creepy, ghosts, midnight, story, The Midnight Society

Happy Monday! Or not… depending.

For your enjoyment, I bring you another installment of the great story-a-day challenge, brought to you by The Midnight Society. Go join in the fun here. Contests! Fun tips! Just awesomeness all around.

Today the word is midnight. The hour of all things ghostly I think…

Shadow Man

The minutes ticked by in torturous slow motion as we waited.

“Look, Callie, I’m tired,” Brett murmured. “I’m going to go -”

“No!” I cried. “Midnight. It always happens at midnight.”

Brett sighed and sank further into the couch, remote dangling from his fingers. I perched on the worn brown cushion beside him, waiting, watching. My heart pounded. The scent of paint still lingered in the rooms, colors I had chosen for my first home. Boxes huddled in corners, holding my few belongings that I hadn’t found the motivation to unpack.

My leg bounced, as I scanned the dark doorway leading to the kitchen. Every night, since I moved in, it happened. Every night it got stronger.

And always at midnight.

Fear gathered in my belly as I stared at the stairway, rising up into blackness.

The clock blinked away the seconds, the minutes.

11:39

My hands twisted on my lap.

Brett’s blue eyes slipped shut.

11:47

The red glowing numbers from the stove cut through the shadows.

11:53

The hands creeped across the face of my clock, ticking… ticking.

Brett snored, his head lolling to the side.

11:59

My breath caught in my chest. I rubbed my legs with my hands. Back and forth. Back and forth.

My clock chimed the hour. I jumped.

Then it stopped. Silence crawled through the house. I kicked my sleeping friend in the leg. “Brett,” I said. My voice barely made a sound.

He shifted, grumbling. “What?”

I swallowed, gesturing to the house. “The clocks always stop at midnight.”

He shook his head, glancing at his watch. “That’s weird…”

A bang sounded from upstairs. Then another. And another.

“What the…”

“Then the doors close, one by one.” My words punctuated by slamming doors. I pointed a trembling finger at the stairs. “Then a few nights ago…”

Footsteps thundered from the second floor. I gasped. “That.”

Brett stood. I grabbed his arm, pulling him beside me.

He yanked his arm from my grip. “Someone’s here, we have to do something. Call the police.”

Tears stung my eyes as I shook my head. “There’s no one there. There’s never anyone there.”

A chilling breeze trickled down the stairs, creeping along the floor and wrapping around my legs. Brett shivered.

“Every night the footsteps get louder… they get closer.” I forced the whisper out. Terror wrapped claws around my chest.

“Then yesterday -”

The stairs creaked and groaned.

A whimper tumbled from my lips. “He came down the stairs.”

“He?” Brett turned to me.

Over his shoulder, a black mass came into view. “Tell me it’s real. Tell me I’m not crazy.”

Brett placed his hands on my shoulders. “We need to leave!”

“I can’t leave.” My fear calmed. Coldness of death settled in my body.

The black figure engulfed the room, wrapping shadowy fingers around Brett’s shoulders. His eyes widened with fear.

“And now neither can you.”

End

For a sec I had no idea how that was going to end. I think I need professional help.

Four more to go…

#EverydayIsHalloween… Sunday Spookday

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#EverydayIsHalloween, jack o' lantern, scary, story

Halloween approaches. I am caught up on writing stuff and will be preparing for ProjectReutsWay, which begins in a week. A week, people! I will be reading the first challenge and forcing my brain to create a story. I did it last year and can do it again!

I fear that I will not do well this year… I fear failure. But I won’t let it stop me. If I can write 20-some stories here for a month I can do a story a week. I have terrific people ready to CP for me, so I can enter my best work. Of course it is world mythology… something I know little about. I should be researching, but I work so well on the fly that I probably won’t. *throws hands in air* Call me crazy.

Anyway, for the reason I’m here. The word of the day is jack o’ lantern. I love carving pumpkins. Evil pumpkins.

 

I do have an image in my head. Let’s see how this story goes.

Uninvited Guest 

A row of grinning jack o’ lanterns greet me as I exit my car. Their glaring eyes make me shudder.

“Whoa. Kate went all out this year,” I mutter, adjusting the bow tie of my Dr. Who costume. Cold races along my spine as I gaze up and down the road at the never-ending glowing pumpkins.

The evil faces send flickering fingers of light over my shoes as I pass one after another. Their unseeing eyes staring at the invisible things that haunt the night.

“This must have taken her forever.”

My stomach knots in unease, and I glance over my shoulder. The street lies empty, waiting for the other guests to arrive. A chilling breeze crawls across my skin. Leaves skitter over the pavement.

My heart stops. All the pumpkins I passed now gaze at me. “Huh.” I chuckle. “I thought you were all looking…” I wave my finger at the street. “Never mind.”

I pick up my pace, making the turn to the set of stairs leading to Kate’s house, awaiting the annual Halloween bash. The lines of pumpkins continue all the way to the house. My toe hits the final step, and I stumble out of control, finally crashing onto the sidewalk. Pain shoots up my arms as my hands take the force of the fall. My fez tumbles from my head and rolls along the sidewalk. My knees throb. Candlelight creeps across my hands. I turn and gaze into a jack o’ lantern’s screaming mouth. Sharp teeth ring the edges.

Movement catches my attention. I look up. One by one, the carved faces turn towards me. Evil eyes. Toothy grins.

My breath hitches in my chest. Panic and fear twist through my mind. “What the…”

A door slams. I snap my gaze to the front of the house. Bare feet slap against the concrete from under a frilly hoop skirt.

“Oh, shit, Donnie, get up and get inside!”

Hands yank me to standing. “Kate?”

Fear fills her brown eyes, as she screams at me to run, to get inside.

We trip up the stairs to the porch.

“How did you get -”

She shoves me through the door, blonde curls bouncing at her jaw. Slamming the door closed, she turns, gazing through the door’s frosted glass window.

“Kate? How did you get the jack o’ lanterns to turn?”

She spins to face me, her hands pressing on my shoulders. “I didn’t carve any pumpkins this year.”

My heart sinks. I swallow. “Then how -”

Footsteps creak across the porch. A shadow creeps over the window, obscuring the light until darkness remains. Through the glass, two flickering lights appear.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

End

I think I’ll just carve one.

Have a great end of the weekend, friends. May Monday be kind to you.

 

 

 

 

#EverydayIsHalloween… Scary Saturday

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#EverydayIsHalloween, scary, shadows, story

Happy weekend!

Halloween is a mere SIX days away! The house awaits its creepy decorations. I need a pumpkin to carve!

And soon my story-a-day adventure will be over.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Thanks to The Midnight Society and their devotion to making this month super awesome! Go check out all the fun here! Run, go … Now!

The inspiration word for the day is shadows. And my mind leaps with joy. What a fabulous word for everything creepy! However, my mind keeps tugging me back to the episode of Dr. Who and the shadows that basically eat people. I loved that one. *sigh*

Or memories of Stephen King’s ‘Gerald’s Game’ and the shadow she stares at for hours convinced it moves.

I yank my thoughts away from those, trying to force my imagination to something different, for my own story. Come on, brain… you can do it.

Lights Out

It got my sister first, the thing in the shadows.

The dark swallowed her tear-filled, green eyes last. After five years, Suzanna’s terror-coated scream still rings in my ears.

No one believes me, about the thing lurking in the blackened corners. No one hears the shuffling, the creaking and popping. No one, except me.

I huddle on my bed, wrapping my arms around my knees as I stare into the places the light can’t… or won’t touch.

“There’s nothing here, Constance. Just you. Just me.” Nurse Jenny’s kind eyes sparkle with pity as she completes the routine search of my room.

A harsh chuckle rumbles in my throat. “Right. Nothing.”

The bed squeaks as Jenny settles onto the side of the mattress. “You’re fifteen. You have to get past this. Don’t you want to go home?”

I gaze at the black spot under the chair. Fear swirling through my head as the shadow darkens. “It doesn’t matter where I am.”

Jenny squeezes my arm with her plump fingers. “Constance.” I face her. My heart stops at the worry shining in her gaze. “The doctor discovered our secret. You will be given a new nurse if I don’t follow orders.”

I swallow the panic rising in my throat. “Don’t leave me, Jenny.”

“Then you know what I have to do.”

I nod, tears stroking my cheeks with fear and acceptance.

She lifts her chin in the air, her lips pressed in determination. “You can do this. You are stronger than you think.”

My attention snaps back to the growing darkness under the chair. Its time to strike nears.

“It will get me,” I say. My mind ready to face the end. I’m tired of being afraid.

“No, darling. Its not real.”

“It is. Suz knew, she understood.”

Jenny stands, her hand falling from my arm. Her gaze locks on her feet. “You’ll be okay. I’ll see you in the morning.” She goes to the door, her finger hovering over the light switch. “Lights out.”

A final click seals my fate.

I pull myself into the puddle of moonlight spilling onto my sheets. Shadows gather around my bed. Clicking and popping come from the darkness. A low groan creeps through the room.

Black lines ooze over my bed like reaching fingers.

Maybe I’ll see Suzanna again.

End

Shadows are tricky things. Have you ever stared at one, certain it had moved, certain something was there?

I have. And I’m still not sure nothing lurks in those dark corners.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#EverydayIsHalloween… Freaky Friday

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#EverydayIsHalloween, Annabelle, Charlie Brown, Halloweentown, Hocus Pocus, Monster House, movies, Paranormal Activity, scary movies for fall, The Grudge

I have been busy, busy, busy cleaning my house in preparation for the in-laws visit. Ug. And the furnace decided not to work, so it’s a chill 63 degrees here. So, perfect.

*cries*

At least we have a fireplace.

Oh well. Onward!

Today the inspiration is favorite fall movie. And I am stumped, story-wise. So let me share a few of my favorite shows.

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

Hocus Pocus

Halloweentown

And the rest of the series… Halloweentown 2, Halloweentown High, and Return to Halloweentown

I also love Monster House!

The Grudge is the perfect freaky movie for the season…

Paranormal Activity keeps me entertained…

And I did get to see Annabelle! Will be a movie I watch regularly. 🙂

 

I don’t know about them being fall movies, but definitely Halloween movies! Happy movie watching, everyone! And if you need a buddy for scary movie night, just let me know.

 

 

 

 

 

#EverydayIsHalloween… Thrilling Thursday

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#EverydayIsHalloween, contest, creepy, poem, The Midnight Society

Since today’s assignment is October poem… I guess we’ll change things up.

I am not a poet. The last poem I wrote was in fourth grade when we studied haikus. I probably wrote some drivel about a rainbow. Bleh!

The Midnight Society held a poetry contest, is holding the deadline to enter is the 26th. After some prodding by those marvelous writers there *cough*AmyGiuffrida*cough* (@kissed by ink), I entered. What is it with me and contests? (I might need an intervention.) A winner will be announced on Halloween, but since a poem is the challenge of the day, I thought I’d post it. If this breaks any rules, I don’t know (but it isn’t going to be pubbed anywhere, soooo) They can disqualify me if they must. *sad face*

Keep in mind, this is the first poem I have written… *holds breath*

 

In Shadow

In dark corners,

Shadows shift, watching.

Reaching,

Stretching with claw-like fingers.

Forever lurking.

Forever whispering.

Not only blackness, but form.

Not only shadows, but demons.

Nightmares creep in the dark,

Invading,

Stealing sanity,

Creating,

Fear.

 

There is my October poem… a bit of Halloween terror lurking in the shadows. *shrug*

Until tomorrow, my frightful friends.