One of the creepiest tropes that give me chills are always "creepiest things my kids said." Whether it's a child mentioning a long-gone relative they never met yet describe in perfect detail or a quip about how they would definitely not murder their parents (Mmmmkay), I truly find children a tad eerie. I remember counseling kids at a summer camp and out of nowhere, one pipes up, "I can see ghosts" completely unprovoked.
Due to a request by a brilliant pianist, here is a short but sweet/creepy story involving a piano. Every night at midnight, Nana wakes me up with her nightly piano recitals, music filling the house like a cold draft that remains until dawn. Every day, tired and frightful, I go to her grave and beg …
Happy Friday, everyone! But most importantly, happy first day of autumn or Mabon to those of you who celebrate the traditional equinox! I know we are still a week from October but I've been getting very good feedback on these stories and want to keep the momentum up. I hope to post a new story each week (maybe twice, it depends on that fickle Muse of mine) and towards Halloween to create a video where I dress up and read them all at once.
Hi, all! It's only September but obviously I'm in the mood for creepy and spooky little stories to help get us in the Halloween spirit!
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As a quiet introvert, one who usually hangs at the back of any group and doesn't speak especially if I am not familiar with everyone, I observe a lot more than I am given credit. Since the pandemic and quarantine times, this was cut down significantly, but I still play little "spy games" when able …
I'm nearly three months into my new job as an executive assistant. The job itself is great, and I feel rather accomplished as I get up each day and choose a semi-professional outfit (sometimes dresses, sometimes slacks, and obviously there's a casual Friday with jeans and university theme shirt). I still am learning about everything …
In my middle and high school years, I had a pretty awful experience with my band elective. It wasn't bad at the school district I started playing flute at in Mustang schools, but when we moved to a far away town in SE OK, this new talent I was fond of became a begrudging chore …
If you went through a literature gothic phase in high school, as many literature lovers do, you recognize the title of this post from The Raven by none other than Mr. Edgar Allen Poe. It's still one of my favorite writings ever, a poem I even went to speech competition and monologued it (they said it was a poor choice for such a "common" poem as if that word could ever be applied to Poe, the uncultured fools). But it's this very line that won't shake from my head. It's hard to not think about it when some days, it's all I can feel: Weak and weary.
I don't believe it is any surprise as to the inspiration of today's poem. I don't know where you live but it is the dog days of summer here in Oklahoma, triple digits every day. Today is a high of 111F, not the "feels like" mind you, but actual Fahrenheit temperature.
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