“It’s as much fun to scare as to be scared.”
Love and death are curses we cannot break.
“The events of that day were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre crimes in the annals of American history…”
Little Charlotte loved her squishy stuffed spider, taking it wherever she’d go. Little Charlotte poked its squirmy red spot, giggling when it finally popped. Little Charlotte loved her new baby spiders.
Beware, for the shadows of our past are always eager to drag us back down.
Every house is haunted. Not just by heartbreak and death, but by life and love. Time sees no difference as it fills a home with the ghosts of our past.
She inhales the stench of their sweet decay; a harvest gathered from the mouths of babes. She trades coin for their tiny bones; a moment forever held as childhood fades.
If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? If there's something weird and it don't look good, who you gonna call?
“Ah, ma cherie! Your death will be a tale to frighten zee children, to make zee lovers cling closer in their rapture. Come with me, mon amour, and be immortal.”
Within my dreams the messenger waits; the key master of a door I can never locate.
There’s a little bit of angel in her devil eyes.
The pumpkin stunk of sulfur and his whispers echoed within me. “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”
I’m scared I’ll be forgotten with the passing of each day. I pray “please don’t forget me for then I’ll fade away”.
“Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble!”
With each flicker I could see the perched crow, eyes hollow watching the flame below. With each flicker I could feel the creeping cold, death’s lantern beginning to take hold. With each flicker…
Death is not the end, but a doorway into the void beyond.
They eat so fast, you don't have time to scream.
He just knew it was his destiny to soar through that moonlit sky. Those other bats mocked yet had no idea how high he could fly.
“To a new world of gods and monsters!”
When my sun sets, though I may be gone know that you are not alone. For when your moon rises, I will be there watching over you long after you have grown.
“All glory to the Hypnotoad!”
Pedals wilted fall as nectar dried entombs. Release all that rots for dead flowers never bloom.
“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?”
It never moved, but I could see it’s bones. It never spoke, but I could hear it’s words. I wasn’t ready, yet I knew my time had come.
Souls bound to eternal darkness will always seek the pale light of their true love.
He pleaded from the rot below “Hut, hut, turn your back to the forest and your front to me”. She whispered from her home above “I am the bone mother, Baba Yaga, the last thing you’ll ever see.”
here is no miracle in exorcising demons that you unleashed upon humanity.
Hold tight the moments that mean the most, for through the fog of time they fade to ghosts.
“We’re his little henchmen and we take our job with pride.”
he branch sways and the silence grows. The heaviness of life and the willingness to let go.
Her cries echoed through the new darkness in search of the ones that would help her to fly.