Category: horror

How Do You Know

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as they passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

Spookfest Has Begun

Halloween Banner Facebook_02For the whole month of October, Sisters In The Shadows has what you need in the way of ghosts, goblins, and other creepy creatures. There will be short stories, poems and even artwork. So, head on over and get your inner creep on. You will be positively spookified!

If you want to start reading at the beginning, go to the calendar on the right hand side of the page and click on 1.

Go on, I dare you. Hahahahahahaha!

 

Books

I love to read. I have tons of hardback books that I will not part with. Books that have been with me for years. Books that have the jackets worn and taped together, books that have no jackets at all and the good old paperback with the dog eared pages and bent backs.

Having used a Kindle Fire for several years to read, and I’m not complaining. The ease of use is incredible, but it just doesn’t have that good book smell. You can’t hear the pages turning or get the panic of dropping the book before you  have marked it and then trying to find the place where you left off. Whew!   Now I’ll be honest with you, I walked past my bookshelf the other day and started looking at all of the hardback books that I have. I picked out one that I haven’t read in a long time and it is part of a series that I love. The Earth’s Children series by Jean Auel. I wanted to start at the beginning with “Clan of the Cave Bear” and work my way up to “The Land of Painted Caves,” again. And if I am honest with myself, probably for at least the seventh or eighth time. I really gave it a go. I had forgotten how incredibly heavy hard back books are! I most always read in bed and I thought my wrists were going to break. I have become absolutely spoiled by my Kindle Fire!

I know that I can get all of these books for my Kindle, but I am not getting rid of my wonderful books, and I have more books on a shelf in my bedroom.  I just can’t do it.  Especially my beloved “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. I don’t know how many of you have read this, but if you haven’t, you are missing out on a wonderfully written Classic.

What a dilemma! I guess that if we ever move again, that my poor husband will just have to put up with lifting those very heavy boxes of books. So until then, I’m not going to worry about my beautiful books. They will just stay where they are, and I am happy with that.

 

 

Too Many Projects Not Enough Time

Did you ever wonder where all the time goes in a day?  It seems as though I have just started on my to do list and it’s almost time to start dinner.

I have to make up my mind to tell people in my house that when I say that I will be busy writing…do not bother me unless you are bleeding!  I just get that good flow going and WHAM! I hear, “Honey, do you think you can come in here for just a minute?” And as always, I stop and go to where ever Honey is, thinking that maybe something is wrong.  HA! “Do you know where the remote is?”   It’s at this point that I want to kill something, because now when I go back to my computer and look at the screen, all of my thoughts have gone out the window. I sit back in my office chair, close my eyes and just breathe. Try as I might, the flow is gone. Maybe if I do something else for an hour or two. I decide to work on my novel another day.

I switch tactics and start writing for spookfest! birds in a tree  It starts on October 1st and I am so excited. Remember this web site Sisters in the Shadows. If you like weird, spooky, and Halloween, then you will love Spookfest! Which reminds me, I need to catch up. I only have a few things written and October is getting very close.

Thank you all for sticking with me. I am trying very hard not to write so sporadically.  I hope all of you are well and that neither Hurricane has caused any of you or your families any harm. Love you all.

Caroline’s Kite (From Spookfest)

This is one of the stories that I did for last years Spookfest. Watch for it this year! I’ll let you know when it begins. You are in for a real treat. It is a combination of four very different very talented writers and artists. I love writing for Spookfest!

 

Caroline’s Kite

Caroline started her day just like any other. She woke up to the smell of bacon frying. Snuggled all warm in her bed she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. It was no use, once she smelled the bacon, it was all over. She heard her mom walking up the steps and call to her that breakfast was ready. Jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom, Caroline brushed her teeth and got ready to start her day. She decided to wear her red shorts. They were her lucky ones. Her mom told her she was silly, but every time she wore them, something happened and something was not always good.

After her breakfast, Caroline went out to the porch and got her kite. She had left it in the corner by her favorite chair. It was a hanging basket that her grandmother had gotten for her 4th birthday. The kite was from her grandfather. He had made the kite just for her and every year he would put on a new tail and repair the red paper if it needed it. Caroline was ten years old now and both of her grandparents had been gone since she was eight. But still, the kite got a new tail and was repaired.

She was very protective of her kite. No one but her was allowed to touch it. Caroline started taking the kite every where with her. It didn’t matter where. Finally, her mother had enough and told Caroline that the kite would have to go.

Caroline didn’t say anything to her mother, but calmly went out to the field behind the house where she normally flew the kite. Her mother was on the porch watching her. Caroline beckoned her mother out to her and she came. Smiling sweetly at her mother, she handed her the kite string. As soon as she took hold of the string, she knew that something was happening. She looked at Caroline with fright and again she got that strange sweet smile.

“No mother. The kite doesn’t have to go. You do.”

With those words came a flash of light and the kite carried her mother away.

Later that evening, Caroline’s father came home to find her sitting on the porch steps holding her kite. She was smiling so sweetly. He asked about her mother, but Caroline just shook her head. Her father looked everywhere for her mother, but was not found. She was never seen again.

Her father knew somehow what had happened but never spoke of it. He just knew that Caroline was happy. His father (Caroline’s grandfather) had a way of making things he didn’t like disappear.