Creepy Poems After Halloween

Writers don’t get to be very seasonal. It’s snowing outside your window while you write about which sunblock to use. Everyone is out Christmas shopping and you take the time to finish up that story about the Easter bunny. We live with our calendars in two different hemispheres. So, writing some creepy poetry just after Halloween shouldn’t be a big challenge. Bring along some Halloween candy (of course the dear little children won’t miss a chocolate bar, or two). Halloween chocolate is a great mode of inspiration!

What’s your poison… poem? Mine is going to be short and bittersweet.

Night fell with the unknown hands of a clock.

Traffic piles up, buses are packed and sidewalks are rushed.

The darkness brings things that move, slippery and dangerous between the cracks.

Masses of people but none are awake, living in dreams and nightmares of their own making.

In the dark there is freedom, without blindness from mobile technology.

In the dark there are no rules, there are no law makers and no one keeps paperwork.

One dreamer falls off the sidewalk, between the concrete jungles. 

One dreamer wakes up in the darkness and can’t phone home.

There are no calling plans and roaming signals here. It’s too dark.

 

Source for inspiration and the image: Creepy Poems for Halloween | Flavorwire

His Body was Never Found…

I started reading a post about someone else, a woman who married a man younger than herself. Later he visited Asia and…. his body was never found.

Stories like that are creepy and creepier when it isn’t fiction. Whatever happened to…

Well, what did happen to the man (or woman) in the story of your own invention? Create a character and a back story then end it with “his body was never found”. But because it’s fiction and your own story you can slip in the details, discovered via time machine far in the future, about what really did happen to poor, old…. what’s-his-name.

Image source: Theos Casimir Bernard – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Fingernails are Creepy

creepy fingernails
Image from Dental Distortions.

Fingernails look creepy to me, especially when they get long and yellow looking. I even think of my own fingernails as more like an animal’s claws, sometimes. I guess they are, really, in a practical sense.

What do you think about fingernails? Have you ever written about them?

Think of a story featuring fingernails, are they creepy, claws or just ordinary (maybe painted with nail polish)?

The Dark Stories of L.M. Montgomery

amongshadowsAmong the Shadows: Tales from the darker side of L.M. Montgomery (the writer of Anne of Green Gables).

What makes a story creepy? There are obvious things like ghosts, graves, death, etc. But, what could you write without obvious creepy things?

I still think the real horror isn’t the stuff made into a typically horror movie or book but the day-to-day stuff we all but take for granted. The real horror is losing your place in the world. Losing your credit card – that flash or flush you feel when you realize you didn’t just misplace it in the house.

Horror is simple and strong at it’s best. Being chased by bloody corpses, ghosts or assorted made up monsters does not compare to the horror of getting audited for unpaid taxes, not being able to find your child in a department store, or … what?

Think of a situation which would be very dark, creepy and horrifying for you and write about it.

Modern Chain Mail

modern chain mail

Do you remember old fashioned chain mail, the promises of fame fortune and death threats to you and your family (loved ones)?

Modern chain mail has taken a new twist. Now we have to reply, friend and follow people in order to save the world or at least save the life of someone deathly ill or suicidal.

At least these are easier to ignore. It was kind of spooky not sending on those old, retro chain letters. I always did feel creepy about throwing them out… just in case something did happen.  These modern chain letters all sound just too phoney to me. How can I possibly save this boy from committing suicide just by passing this along to strangers, from strangers. So I don’t feel even a twinge of creepiness.

But… could you use a modern chain letter and come up with a really creepy story, something unique?

The Horror of Being Possessed

5. You have been possessed by the devil! How do you deal with this and how do you make every effort to keep your soul possible? Feel free to go in a different direction from other possession movies.

via Free Creative Writing Prompts #66: Horror.

I don’t watch horror so I don’t know about the typical possession in a horror movie. I’d write about the feeling of seeing yourself and not being yourself. Have you ever looked down at your own hand and felt it was not your hand? Some one else had taken it over. It’s a creepy feeling. You can become fixated on your hand and convince yourself it really isn’t your hand. Of course it is. Once you break your concentration on it everything goes back to normal. That’s how I would write about possession, sort of a self possession.

Why Do I Like Exploring Old Houses?

“Don’t blink. Don’t turn your back and don’t look away.” Quoted from Doctor Who.

I love Doctor Who. The stone angels episode is still my favourite for downright creepy. In spite of seeing it half a dozen times I still half crawl out of my skin at the scenes in the old house. Ironic, considering I photograph old, abandoned houses and never feel anything creepy in any of them. The worst that has happened was the time I think I stepped on a toad. (I’m still hoping I didn’t).

Animals are a challenge with exploring old houses and abandoned buildings and sites in general. I’ve been attacked by a swarm of wild honeybees, chased by all kinds of birds (from hummingbirds to turkey vultures) and cautiously walked around deep holes in the ground belonging to animals I didn’t want to see in person. People don’t give me a problem about walking around. Most are just curious. Some have given me background and history about the location, which I always appreciate hearing. The odd time someone questioned my motives, at those times I discovered the place I was photographing was derelict but not actually abandoned. It happens. People can live in a run down house and still call it home.

 What makes an old house seem creepy to you?

Fat, Ugly or Slutty

Some players like to send creepy, disturbing, insulting, degrading and/or just plain rude messages to other online players, usually women.

We think this is funny.

Why do they send them? There are a few theories. But instead of getting offended, we offer a method for people to share these messages and laugh together.

If having these messages posted online makes someone think twice about writing and sending a detailed description of their genitals, great!

And if not? We’ll all have another submission to laugh at. Feel free to send us your own at submissions@fatuglyorslutty.com. While the site is currently very xbox message-heavy, we do accept all messages, no matter what the game! PS3 players, PC players, and Wii players, don’t feel left out, we want your messages, too!

Fat, Ugly or Slutty.

Seeking Ghost Hunter

Here’s another ad for a ghost hunter in Ontario.

Haunt ad

What Halton Paranormal Group is looking for in a ghost hunter:

• Technically inclined: The team works with lots of equipment including video cameras, still cameras, voice recorders and K2 meters. The ideal candidate would need to be comfortable working with this equipment and the footage they collect.

• Fearless: Halton Paranormal’s investigations are conducted at night, often in abandoned buildings with no electricity or light sources. If you’re afraid of the dark, creepy buildings or unexplained noises, you need not apply.

• Quiet: A lot of the investigation requires sitting for long periods listening and observing. A quiet, still individual would be well suited for ghost hunting.

• Trustworthy: Ghost hunting requires trust between all the team members so they can accurately gauge their observations and experiences while investigating a potentially haunted area.

• Belief in ghosts: Not necessary. The group always tries to debunk its findings.

via Toronto-area paranormal investigators seek ghost hunter – thestar.com.

Horror Stories for Short Attention Spans

I wrote Fairy Tales for Short Attention Spans, now I’m working on Horror Stories for Short Attention Spans cause it’s good to make your brain work in different directions.

Write something short and twisted and horrifyingly spooky. Keep it to the length of just one paragraph with a beginning, middle and an ending.

Jack was exploring an old, derelict mansion, creating a photo documentary. He tripped over a floor board and found a necklace hidden underneath, it sparkled and glittered in a rainbow of colours. He put it in his pocket. The mansion was creepy. At odd moments he was sure he saw a strange woman from the corner of his eye. Finally he packed up and headed out the front door. But, each time he tried to leave he found himself weirdly turned around and entering the house again instead of leaving. Over and over and over he attempted to exit. It began to make him feel sick with dizziness. He had forgotten all about the necklace in his pocket. Which was a real shame cause that was all she wanted. The ghost watched him struggle for hours, desperate, scared. She wanted her necklace but could only take it when it passed into the realm of the dead. No matter, she’d make sure Jack never left, alive.

Another story. The thing with mirrors has long been a creepy idea for me.

Alice was a little into herself but Stanley loved her all the same. He found a full length antique mirror in a junk shop, brought it home, cleaned it up and gave it to Alice on her birthday. It was weird with gargoyles and other odd characters decorating the iron frame but she loved it. Weeks went by, Alice seemed to spend more and more time admiring herself in the mirror. She even missed important events with her family, friends and sales at her favourite stores. As time went by Stanley noticed Alice was getting thinner. Not in a slender way, like someone losing weight, Alice was becoming transparent. Doctors thought Stanley was imagining it all. They kept him for a few days, in case he became dangerous. When Stanley came home again Alice was gone. He tried to find her, but no one had seen her. After a year Stanley gave up. He packed up all her things and put them into storage. Placing the antique mirror in the storage unit, he left it facing the wall, just too sad to look at it and not see Alice reflected in it. Which was too bad cause Alice was there, trapped inside the mirror. Stanley left the storage locker, shutting off the light.