Amy’s Story: Part 1

2-rusty-shackleAmy opened her eyes to nothing, and she was confused.  She tried to bring her hands to her eyes thinking she could rub away the dark, but her hands were bound behind her back.  A wave of panic surged through her body.  She tried to scream but  could only mew like a kitten.  Her mouth was sealed with a sticky substance she knew to be duct tape.   Her breathing came hard and ragged in and out of her nose.  The sudden loss of carbon dioxide brought her to the brink of hyperventilation.  

Cold fear tightened around her neck and suffocation like the grim reaper threatened her life.  Knowing death was eminent, she tried to concentrate on slowing her breathing.  Again she tried to move but to no avail except for a slight sway back and forth.  To Amy’s horror she realized she was hanging upside down.  Warm liquid ran down her legs from her shackled ankles.  The shackles that bit into her skin had been tightened by a man three times her size.  The pain was almost unbearable and Amy did the only thing she could. Silent tears dripped to mix with the blood and cold earth below.  

Amy hung helpless like a piece of meat waiting for the butcher’s saw.

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He was confident she wouldn’t be able to escape.  The shackles he used were old but solid, and he had added a bit more force when clasping them to her ankles.  There was no way she could get out of them.  He hadn’t wanted to leave her but he had worked up an incredible appetite and he became grumpy when he was hungry.  He smiled at the thought, and looked at the spinach he sauteed and saw that it had reached perfection.   No, he didn’t like being grumpy; besides it was most important that he display his “good side” to his guest, hanging in the cellar.

Yes, he had already decided to play the perfect gentlemen.  He would be ever so kind and gentle as he cared for her wounds and afterward he would present a dinner cooked to perfection in honor of their first night together.   He reached for the steaks that had been marinating overnight.  The hot grill sizzled when both fillets kissed the iron.  God it smelled good.  He smiled knowing Amy would enjoy them.

He thought of Amy.  God she was beautiful.  Beautiful but not glamorous, and he liked it that way.  The first time he saw her in class he thought of Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island.  Her innocence had captivated him so much that he found it hard to concentrate on the lesson she taught.  After a while he got past her smile…she was always smiling, and settled in upon the content of her lesson.  Not only was she a “looker” but the lady could teach.  She taught through example, so the technique developed right before your eyes.  It was almost as if they were the only two in the room; he was oblivious to the other twenty-five who sat under her teaching.

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Amy floated in and out of consciousness as she hung in an old root cellar. Exhaustion and pain, from gravity, and her own, body weight, made even shallow breathing near to impossible. The vessels in her brain bulged heavy with blood, so no matter how hard she willed herself to stay awake, she eventually could do nothing but surrender to the darkness.

In those short waking moments, she tried to remember what had happened to bring her to this place of hell. Memory came and went in flashes, and the very moment she thought she understood, darkness clouded her mind and once again she fell into unconsciousness.  At first this was frustrating, but then, in a sick sort of way, it became a game of cat and mouse.  Amy conditioned herself to capture, hold, and tuck away every memory from each awakening moment.

Conscious once again, Amy began to sort the snippets of memory she had collected…a cabin…a phone call…Rudy… barking and growling…utter fear and confusion…  Slowly, ever so slowly, the pieces fell into place and Amy was able to remember the sequence of events that had led her here…

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to be continued…

(To continue visit Amy’s Story: Part 2)

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Baby Monitor Madness

baby-monitor-02Hello Creepy Friends!

Has this ever happened to you?

There you are, in your bed, your head upon your pillow, you are warm, safe and are just about to fall into a sweet bliss, when a strange sound comes from the baby monitor, sitting beside you, on your night stand.

Is the baby awake?

Static?

Or…was it something malevolent…

a soft whisper…

the voice of a stranger?

I can’t imagine anything creepier; except for, perhaps…The scenario of coming to the realization…that the heavy breathing over the phone,  originates from someone hidden inside your house.

Yikes!

This year, we were shocked to discover, our Presidential Election had been compromised by Russian hackers; so I guess we shouldn’t be surprised to learn that our baby monitors can also be hacked.

However, put yourself in the shoes of these parents, and tell me how you would feel.

Read this: Sinister but True Baby Monitor Stories

Stay Creepy My Friends!

Daily Prompt:  Scent

Tempted: The Cookie Jar

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Photo from: Pinterest

The last thing Anna said before leaving was, “Keep your hands out of my cookie jar!”

I wanted to ask why, but being the compliant person I am, I smiled, kissed her on the nose and said, “Whatever you say dear,” and in turn, she kissed my forehead, ruffled my unkempt hair, and walked out the front door, on her way to work.

Work?

It’s funny, but even after all this time, I’m still unsure what she does “at work.”

Well…yes…of course we’ve discussed it, however, her answers were so vague, I was always left feeling flabbergasted.

I mean, really…what could one say to…

“Honey, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.  Honestly, the most I can say is, what I do is very important to human kind.  Sometimes, I may have to bring work home with me, but for your sake, it’ll be on the rare occasion.”  

I must have had an idiotic look upon my face, because she laughed wickedly, wooed me into her embrace and whispered, “C’mon darling, enough of this silly talk…make love to me…”

And that was the last time I asked about her “work.”

I stared at the closed-door, and began to laugh.  I couldn’t believe it, she had just left and I was already missing her.  Shaking my head, I walked back into the kitchen, and reached for the coffee pot.  The coffee was strong and black, just the way I liked it.  I sat at the bar, enjoying the bitterness in my cup, when my eyes rested upon the cookie jar.

“Keep your hands out of my cookie jar…”  she had said, just before she left.

“Damn!  I love your cookies!” 

Running my hand through unruly, red curls, I pushed the hair from my face, and wondered just why the hell I couldn’t have one.  I took another sip of coffee and thought about the last batch of cookies she had made.  Oh my god…they were warm, soft and chewy and filled with dark chocolate chips.  That night she and I had lain on a blanket, in front of the fire-place, and shared a whole plate full, along with one tall glass of milk.  I remember laughing at her “milk-stache,” her blushing, and me kissing it from her face.  We made love and afterwards finished off the rest of the cookies.

I took another swallow from my cup, knowing the bitterness would pair well with the sweetness in the cookie jar.

I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.  I reached for the cookie jar and pulled it forward to sit next to my coffee cup.  Slowly I lifted the lid, closed my eyes with anticipation, and slipped my other hand inside, to search for the prize.

At that very moment something clamped upon my hand.  I tried to pull it back, but it felt as if a million little needles had seized my flesh.  Excruciating pain radiated from my captured hand.  The pain traveled up my arm and settled upon the right side of my face.

Instinctively I slung my arm, and the cookie jar sailed across the room and didn’t stop until it crashed into the stone fireplace.  My eyes immediately went to the source of pain, and I saw a scaly creature attached to my hand.  Wild reptilian eyes stared at me, and its evil Cheshire grin, sunk beneath the softness of my flesh.  Oozing around each jagged tooth was a river of my blood.

Horrified at the sight, I let loose a blood curdling scream, and tried in vain to pull the monster off with my other hand.  Its response was to clamp even tighter, causing its teeth to crush the bones beneath.  The pain, more than I could bear, caused me to fall limp to the floor, at which point the creature began to ravenously  chew my hand.

Helpless, I felt myself slowly give way to unconsciousness, but before the darkness took me away, the front door opened…

“Damn it…not the cookie jar!”  

And as I faded into oblivion I thought I heard Anna’s whisper…

“Note to self…never bring your work home…never again…”

 

(In participation of today’s Daily Prompt:  Temptation)

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Photo from: Toyark 

Macabre Art-The Screamer

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Macabre Art Piece done by Lisa

Hello my Creepy Friends!  I sat up late last night working on this piece.  The original photograph I used for inspiration and template, (see below)  was a selfie taken of me goofing around after a substantial snowfall in New Hampshire.

My steps to creating this piece first began by making the photo black and white.   Then I opened it with the basic Paint program on my computer.  I started playing around with the color black by painting my hoodie to resemble a cloak.  Then I took the same black and darkened my eyes.  At this point it was pretty creepy.  Next I accentuated the wrinkles and lines in my face and did some shading around the eyes to create a gaunt appearance.  I decided to reshape the bone structure of my face with the hope of making it appear “skullish.” I did this by creating prominent cheek bones and narrowing the top of my head.  As I looked at my transitioning face, it reminded me of the Scream movies, so with that thought in mind I elongated my mouth and painted my tongue black.

I wanted to get rid of the background, so I opened the morphing face with an app called Phototastic Collage.  Using the “effects” and “light leaks” tools I came up with the screaming face above.  The face of course was still positioned in the middle.  At that point it looked good but something wasn’t quite right.  It was too centered and too symmetrical and not disturbing enough.  To rectify this, I dropped the face lower, wanting it to look as if it were peering at you from over the bottom of the frame.  I liked the outcome.  Lastly I named it and laid claim to it by signing my name at the bottom.

I hope it creeps you out as much as it does me!

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Selfie of me goofing around after a big snowfall.

 

“Stay Creepy My Friends”

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Macabre Art-Vampire Kitty

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Meet Jonesie!  Jonesie was our sweet rescue cat.  The beautiful tabby frequented the medical office where my wife use to work.  He would come around every day looking for a yummy bite to eat. After finding out he had no place to call his home, Corinne and I took the little rascal home to live with us.  We decided to name him Dr Jones because we love Harrison Ford in Indiana Jones and we found him at a “medical office”  …so “Dr” Jones seemed quite fitting. Eventually Dr Jones became Jonesie for short. In the photo above Jonesie was having a good roll after sunning under an autumn sun.  He was such a sweet fellow.  Unfortunately Jonesie has crossed the rainbow bring but we will never forget this handsome boy!

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Macabre Art #2: Dr Jones becomes Vampire Kitty

So this is the transformation of Dr Jones into “Vampire Kitty.”  I thought the original photo was quite interesting since his canine teeth were so prominent.  So using the photo as a template I created my Macabre Art piece number two.  I like to call it Vampire Kitty.  Dr Jones lives on!

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Macabre Art: 1

I’m a lover of all things Stephen King and Tim Burton.  For some reason I’ve always navigated toward the spooky…even as a child.  Most know I enjoy reading and writing horror, but only a select few know I delve into something I call Macabre Art.  Macabre Art is simply transforming my own photographs into something creepy.  Therefore, I’m going to indulge myself, by kicking off a new series entitled…of course… Macabre Art.

Each entry will be composed of my own photography that has been morphed into something weird, strange or creepy.  Also, the original photograph must be posted, along with a description and/or short story of no more than 200 words.

So without further ado, I present my very first piece of Macabre Art:  Eye of the Beholder

 

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One day I was extremely bored so I decided to take a selfie of my eyeball.  The original image habits the background and the morphed eye resides in the foreground.  Eyes darkened with only a large black pupil has always frightened me.

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UFO’s in the Biblical Skies

There are quite a few Bible verses that seem to describe UFO’s.  Since today’s one word prompt is Sky…I thought it would be kind of fun to look in the scriptures to view the Biblical skies of long ago.

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Most of us are familiar with the television show Ancient Aliens.  Are they correct?  Has the Bible been warning us all along of alien life? When the British X-files are released what secrets will they tell?  Nasa’s chief scientist Ellen Stofan just recently said,  “I believe we are going to have strong indications of life beyond Earth in the next decade and definitive evidence in the next 10 to 20 years…”  Is this their way of preparing the public…their way of breaking it to us gently?  Maybe we’ll know soon…evidence seems to point in that direction.  Hang in there my creepy friends!  Things could be getting exciting very soon!

Possible UFO’s in the Biblical Skies?  Read the scriptures below and make your own decision.

Ezekiel 1:1-28 ESV 

In the thirtieth year, in the fourth month, on the fifth day of the month, as I was among the exiles by the Chebar canal, the heavens were opened, and I saw visions of God. On the fifth day of the month (it was the fifth year of the exile of King Jehoiachin), the word of the Lord came to Ezekiel the priest, the son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the Chebar canal, and the hand of the Lord was upon him there. As I looked, behold, a stormy wind came out of the north, and a great cloud, with brightness around it, and fire flashing forth continually, and in the midst of the fire, as it were gleaming metal. And from the midst of it came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance: they had a human likeness, …

Zechariah 5:1-2 ESV 

Again I lifted my eyes and saw, and behold, a flying scroll! And he said to me, “What do you see?” I answered, “I see a flying scroll. Its length is twenty cubits, and its width ten cubits.”

2 Kings 2:11 ESV 

And as they still went on and talked, behold, chariots of fire and horses of fire separated the two of them. And Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.

Genesis 6:4 ESV 

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown.

Ezekiel 10:9-11 ESV 

And I looked, and behold, there were four wheels beside the cherubim, one beside each cherub, and the appearance of the wheels was like sparkling beryl. And as for their appearance, the four had the same likeness, as if a wheel were within a wheel. When they went, they went in any of their four directions without turning as they went, but in whatever direction the front wheel faced, the others followed without turning as they went.

2 Samuel 22:8-16 ESV 

“Then the earth reeled and rocked; the foundations of the heavens trembled and quaked, because he was angry. Smoke went up from his nostrils, and devouring fire from his mouth; glowing coals flamed forth from him. He bowed the heavens and came down; thick darkness was under his feet. He rode on a cherub and flew; he was seen on the wings of the wind. He made darkness around him his canopy, thick clouds, a gathering of water. …

Ezekiel 10:15-18 ESV 

And the cherubim mounted up. These were the living creatures that I saw by the Chebar canal. And when the cherubim went, the wheels went beside them. And when the cherubim lifted up their wings to mount up from the earth, the wheels did not turn from beside them. When they stood still, these stood still, and when they mounted up, these mounted up with them, for the spirit of the living creatures was in them. Then the glory of the Lord went out from the threshold of the house, and stood over the cherubim.

Ezekiel 1:16 ESV 

As for the appearance of the wheels and their construction: their appearance was like the gleaming of beryl. And the four had the same likeness, their appearance and construction being as it were a wheel within a wheel.

Daniel 7:13 ESV 

“I saw in the night visions, and behold, with the clouds of heaven there came one like a son of man, and he came to the Ancient of Days and was presented before him.

Isaiah 66:15 ESV 

“For behold, the Lord will come in fire, and his chariots like the whirlwind, to render his anger in fury, and his rebuke with flames of fire.

Daniel 7:9 ESV 

“As I looked, thrones were placed, and the Ancient of Days took his seat; his clothing was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was fiery flames; its wheels were burning fire.

Ezekiel 10:1 ESV 

Then I looked, and behold, on the expanse that was over the heads of the cherubim there appeared above them something like a sapphire, in appearance like a throne.

Joel 2:30 ESV 

“And I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and columns of smoke.

Psalm 18:10-14 ESV 

He rode on a cherub and flew;
    he came swiftly on the wings of the wind.
 He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him,
    thick clouds dark with water.

Out of the brightness before him
    hailstones and coals of fire broke through his clouds.

 The Lord also thundered in the heavens,
    and the Most High uttered his voice,
    hailstones and coals of fire.
 And he sent out his arrows and scattered them;
    he flashed forth lightnings and routed them.

Until Next Time…Stay Creepy My Friends!

 

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In participation of today’s one word prompt:  Sky