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Countdown to Halloween – Day 23


Countdown to Halloween – Day 23



Poem # 23



Take a look,

Take a look,

Take a look inside…

Take a look inside yourself,

What have you got to hide?

What do you see,

What do you see,

What do you see, I ask?

What do you see yourself to be…

What’s hiding behind that mask?

Reveal yourself,

Reveal yourself,

Reveal yourself to me…

Reveal yourself…I want your truth…

Be who you were meant to be.


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© 2018 BS

Just Creepy – Q & A


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Game on – series 2 – Just Creepy


Here are some fun and spooky questions I found over at ‘A Guy Called Bloke & K9 Doodlepip.


Q1] Favourite all time creepy monster or villian?

The Fiend, which was a brain that attacked people. It was an old B & W movie around 1958, and gave me nightmares for a long time. I’ve never forgotten it.

Q2] Pumpkin Pie or what is your favourite pie at Halloween?

I like pumpkin pie, but we don’t usually fix a pie for Halloween.

Q3] What is something you most assuredly wouldn’t want to bump into in a darkened alleyway?

A dirty, infested dumpster.

Q4] Have you ever dabbled with the dark side .. l don’t mean Bloody Mary either l mean Ouija?

Yes, both, and more.

PQ5] What’s your most favourite Halloween movie that you just have to watch over, and over and over again every Halloween? [Link Please]

Hocus Pocus.


Q6] Are you superstitious? [How so?]

Not really, but I will knock on wood sometimes.

PQ7] If you found yourself trapped in a horror movie which one would it be?

Hocus Pocus, because it’s a little scary and a lot of fun.

Q8] On the subject whilst we are here, have you ever played Bloody Mary?

Yes, and scared half the kids in the neighborhood, who ran screaming out of the house.

Q9] Oh golly jeepers, you have awoken in the night to hear footsteps in the house .. who you gonna call?

No one. I’d get up and investigate.

Q10] So it’s dark and creepy, and you have just been dared to visit the local Cemetary would you do it?

Yes, in a second! Our local cemetery is known to be haunted, but I’ve never had a chance to go out there at night.

Q11] After watching a scary flick, can you just go to bed, or do you have to do something cheery first?

I’d just go to bed. Movies are just pretend.

PQ12] It’s Halloween, you are music master at the party, what are your first five songs going to be played to kick start the night?

Abracadabra – Steve Miller Band

Ghost Busters – Ray Parker, Jr.

Symphony for the Devil – Rolling Stones

Thriller – Michael Jackson

Purple People Eater – Sheb Wooley


Q13]  Favourite all time scary creepy spooky book?

The Demonologists, by Ed & Lorraine Warren. I had to get it out of the house, and couldn’t finish reading it. Actually, I did later on finish reading it, but still scared me.

Q14] You have been invited to the ultimate Monster Mash party and it’s fancy costume – who are you going as?

A witch. I almost always dressed in costume as a witch when I was a kid, and even later on.

PQ15] Are you doing anything for Halloween this year? If so what?

Handing out candy for the kids who come by trick-or-treating. I’ll put out a few decorations like my ghost tree.

Q16] You are a juinor witch going onto ‘sleepaway camp’, you have to take a familiar with you and your choices are:

Black Cat ***






What are you going to pick and why?

Black cat. Cats are cool, and we have a couple of black cats already.

Q17] You have been chosen to make the tea cakes for the party and they have to look spooky what are you going to make?

Round tea cake cookies with icing to look like spider webs.

Q18] How old were you when you saw your first horror movie – what was it – provide link?

The Fiend on TV (see above) when I was 7 or 8. At the movies the first one I saw was called, “Gorgo”, who was a dinosaur, or sea monster.

Q19] Are you easily scared?


PQ20] Are you deleting any questions, if so which ones?


Q21] It’s Halloween, you have three choices which do you pick? Party, TricknTreating or staying at home curtain closed watching spooky stuff?

Staying home watching spooky stuff.



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© 2018 BS

Missing – Again


Missing – Again


Okay, y’all…

It’s happened again that something has gone missing here.

I still never found the  missing medicine pill, or the book of how to make flour and paste ornaments. I’m tired of looking for them, and maybe someday they will show up.

Now, though, I noticed yesterday that my hair clips are missing. Just completely gone somewhere. They are just simple metal clips, and I had them on the cardboard card that they came on when I bought them.

I only keep such things in the bathroom where I do my hair and makeup in the mornings. There’d be no reason to have put them anywhere else. So where are they?

I’ve looked everywhere I can in there, and can’t find them.

It’s always some minor, insignificant thing that my house ghost takes. I’ve written before about my missing paring knives, items of clothing , brownie recipe, puzzle piece…and they all re-appear later or are brought back, some years later, or maybe just months, but eventually there they are in a noticeable place I’d looked a thousand times.

Guess I’ll just wait and see for when and if the hair clips show up again.

They look like these I found on Pixabay, but just plain black ones.

Clips Hair Clips Hair Accessories Children


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© 2018 BS

Share Your World


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Time again for new questions from Melanie for SYW, and answers from me!

Find out how to join in the fun…click the link above!


Name two books that have influenced you and share how.  (Credit for this question goes to Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith.   She asked for TEN books, in her challenge, so the SYW folks got off a bit easy..) 

I read so many books of all kinds, it’s super hard to pick just 2, and I don’t know how much any one of them would have influenced me other than I liked it or not. Except for this one. I write my fan fiction story, “Two Souls: Into the Fire”, based on this novel, so you could say it motivated me to continue the story in my own way.

In your opinion, where is the line between art and not art? 

Hmmm…hard to say, as anyone can create something and call it art. Whether it is just for your own enjoyment, or for a world wide audience, it’s still art. Some things I’ve seen I might not like it, but other people would. It’s all a matter of perception.

Trivia for Halloween:   What item is banned only during Halloween from 12am October 31st to 12pm November 1st in Hollywood California?   (I know the answer, but I do not have any idea WHY)..c’mon…hazard a guess!  

Registered sex offenders are banned from taking part in Halloween activities during this time in our city, so maybe that’s the same in California?

***note***someone already guessed the answer and it wasn’t my guess, but I’m leaving mine, because it’s pretty important, in my opinion.

What is something that really annoys you but doesn’t bother most people? 

Too much noise in a restaurant. Sometimes there are so many people in there talking, that it just becomes a dull roar. It’s a bother to my ears, and I can’t enjoy my meal. Music playing is just fine, though.

Instead of our usual gratitude question, I’m posing this one for this week:

What or who in your life brings you the most joy?

The usual, family and pets.


Wishing y’all a happy and interesting week! 🙂


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS


Countdown to Halloween – Day 22


Countdown to Halloween – Day 22



Poem # 22



GHOST (#1)


Tortured soul

Crying, whispering, sighing

Trapped between two worlds



GHOST (#2)


Disembodied being

Searches, haunts, manifests

Lonely, cold, and alone



~Cinquain poem~ structure = 5 lines with only 11 words total


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© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 65


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 65

Warning…adult content



warning…adult content


By the time Steve got back with new tires for the car, Ghost had managed to sit up, but was still half asleep. Steve handed him a styrofoam cup of 7-11 coffee with cream and sugar. So, while Ghost got out and sat on the curb, sipping his coffee, and rejoining the living, Steve and the bar manager put all four tires on the car.

“Thanks, man,” Steve said. “Guess we’ll be out of your hair now. C’mon, Ghost, let’s go.”

The man wished them luck in their travels, and went inside his club.

“You awake, now?” Steve asked. “Let’s find something to eat.”

This town didn’t have any fast-food places, but they found a small diner open for business. They debated going in. Steve was thinking those guys may be around. He and Ghost looked a mess, too, all scruffy from the fight… and sleeping in the car didn’t help their looks or their smell, either.

“Ghost, let’s not go in there. We look like crap and need a shower. If we’re gonna play here tonight, we need to get cleaned up. Let’s get a motel room. We’ll just grab something from the little store where I got your coffee.” Ghost agreed, and when they got into a room at the motel, dug out some clean clothes, and refreshed themselves, they felt much better.

They talked about what they’d play that night at the coffee bar. In the end, they planned on a more subdued set.

“I don’t think those guys will be there, do you?” asked Steve. “They didn’t look like coffee shop people.”

“Probably not, but why are you so paranoid about it? We took care of the problem last night. If we have to, we can do it again,” Ghost said.

“I don’t know, it just bothers me, and I can’t quit thinking about it…and what we talked about, too.  You know I couldn’t just stand there. I had to jump in, I was so mad.”

Ghost wished Steve would stop talking about it, but he knew Steve had to talk it out before he was done. So, he listened patiently.

“What bothers me, is that…well, I know you can take care of yourself. I mean, you did ok all the time you were gone, didn’t you? I don’t know if I could, myself…and then, I think, well, you can handle all kinds of crap people dish out…except what I did to you…” Steve had to stop, because his throat closed up and his eyes stung with tears.

Ghost put his arm over Steve’s shoulders, as Steve continued. “You should probably be scared of me. I hurt you the worst…but here you are. How can you even do that?”

“Steve, just stop it. I’m with you ’cause I love you. I’m not scared of you. Besides, I could take you down, if I wanted to…” Ghost said, in an effort to lighten the mood. But, it didn’t seem to make Steve any happier.

“I know you can, Ghost…and that’s the thing. I’m scared I can’t do right by you, when I don’t even think I can take care of my own self half the time. You proved you can do it, and what have I ever proved, huh? That I can get drunk and I can beat people up? That’s about it.”

“Steve, you don’t have to prove anything to anybody,” Ghost began, but Steve went on.

“Yeah, I do. I have to prove it to myself…that I can be more than a fuck-up.”

“So, what do you wanna do, then…go off somewhere by yourself for awhile, live off the land like a pioneer, or go try to make a name for yourself in a big city? Steve, you are who you are, no matter where you go. You can’t run away from yourself. I know first hand how that goes.

I only had two choices – go back home – which I wasn’t ready to do, or go somewhere else. And, you know how that turned out…or at least part of it…and I couldn’t be anyone but me, and people either like you or they don’t. Look where those two years got me…right back home to try and start over…and maybe get it right,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, you’re right, Ghost…I know it, but what do ya think would happen if you really were in a jam, and I couldn’t help? What if I froze, and couldn’t do what I needed to do?”

“I don’t think we’d have to worry about it, Steve. You act on instinct…you charge in and take care of business, and don’t hesitate. So, don’t go thinking up ‘what if’. We’d do whatever it took to help each other out, and let’s leave it at that, ok?” Ghost rubbed his forehead and eye.

“I’m getting a headache from thinking about it,” he sighed and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. “I’m gonna take a nap. Why don’t you go get that crap washed off the car, then we can get ready for tonight.”

Steve agreed to that plan and left for a do-it-yourself car wash. He had to do something about the broken window, too.

At the car wash place, he rummaged around in the trunk of the car, remembering there was some duct tape and plastic, left over from some project or other in there. Finding the items, he put a sort of patch over the broken window. Turning on the water sprayer, he started scrubbing. He found that the spray painted words wouldn’t come off completely, but it did make it faded enough that it wasn’t so garish and noticeable.

He rubbed soap into the rude words and slurs as hard as he could, getting some of his anger out. He thought about their situation. He thought about his deepening depression , and how much it must be effecting Ghost. Ghost was lying in a seedy motel room with a headache that would probably last for days, worsening his overall health; hadn’t had one of his crazy spells in awhile, but this stress of traveling, the fight, and eating shitty food, was apt to bring one on.

He hoped when it happened, that he could help Ghost through it. He decided after tonight’s show, he’d suggest that they just do whatever seemed fun – not worry about playing anywhere for awhile. It’s not like we need the money, now. But, that would be tricky…convincing Ghost of that. So, after washing the car, he headed back to the motel. They had a little time, before they needed to be at the coffee shop. Maybe he could relax awhile.

When he opened the door to their room, he saw that Ghost was still asleep. Good, he thought, as he lay down on the bed, hoping to go to sleep, himself. He’d just dozed off, when he was startled awake by Ghost, who was sitting up and shrieking.

“Graves, everywhere! Graves in the mountains, in the fields, in the woods…graves in the ocean!”

Steve could tell Ghost was still asleep, having a creepy nightmare, so he wouldn’t wake him, unless it got worse. He knew from experience, Ghost needed to finish his dream – would get mad if he woke him before it found it’s conclusion. Ghost’s dreams were the stuff of horror movies, sometimes. He would tell him about them, and write them down in a special dream journal. But, sometimes Steve didn’t really want to hear…sometimes the dreams he had were not dreams, but premonitions – and sometimes they came true. Ghost wasn’t scared of spooks and spirits, he talked to them all the time. But, it gave him the willies.


Next part coming soon!


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© 2018 BS


This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.



Countdown to Halloween – Day 21


Countdown to Halloween – Day 21



Poem # 21



Twisting, turning in their graves

Souls want out tonight.

Tangled in their silken shrouds,

No one hears their plight.

A Specter of their former selves,

They claw with bloody nails…

They struggle inside their coffins, dark…

No one hears their wails.

Come closer, you who walk nearby,

Release us from this plane.

Our spirits now just ectoplasm

That death will not lay claim.

Sobbing now, we feel the chill

Of centuries gone by…

Please rescue us, oh mortal ones…

You see…we did not die.


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© 2018 BS


Lost in the Fifties Tonight – Song Lyric Sunday – Lost


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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 10/21/18


It’s Sunday, and time again for SLS! Helen has given us the prompt word, “lost”. Thanks, Helen!


This is the first song I thought of for the prompt. I always really liked it!


“Lost in the Fifties Tonight ( In the Still of the Night)”, by Ronnie Milsap, was released in 1985, from his album, “Greatest hits Vo. 2”. It was written by Mike Reid, Troy Seals, and Fred Parris, and is on the RCA label.

This is partially a cover of Fred Parris and the Satins original song, “In the Still of the Night”, which was written by Fred Parris, and released in 1956 on the Standord, Ember labels.

Boyz to Men also made an A Cappella recording of this song, which was very good, also.

I remember one time we were at a restaurant, and in a hallway were some guys singing this song I guess just for fun, but we stayed and listened to them. They were fabulous singers!



Lost in the fifties tonight (In the Still Of the Night)
Ronnie Milsap

– #1 in 1985 in country charts
– Part of the song is exactly like the “In the Still Of the Night”
Done by The Five Satins but only because he’s remembering how they used
To dance to these old tunes and he added some extra words to describe
These olden days, making a “medley” more or less.

Close your eyes, Baby
Follow my heart
Call on the memories
Here in the dark
We’ll let the magic
Take us away
Back to the feelings
We shared when they played

In the still of the night
Hold me darlin, hold me tight
So real, so right
Lost in the fifties tonight

These precious hours
We know can’t survive
But loves all that matters
While the past is alive
Now and for always
Till time disappears
We’ll hold each other
Whenever we hear

In the still of the night
Hold me darlin, hold me tight
So real, so right
Lost in the fifties tonight




In the still of the night
I held you
Held you tight
‘Cause I love
Love you so
Promise i’ll never
Let you go
In the still of the night

I remember
That night in May
The stars were bright above
I’ll hope and I’ll pray
To keep
Your precious love
Well before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night

So before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night
In the still of the night



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© 2018 BS