From Halloween 2014... Still working on my latest script.

I went to the river, today.  I go there for clarity.

For insight.

For truth.

The river was churning, full of debris.  It's hidden treasures, released from the most recent storm.

I sat at the end of the dock.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I saw a beautiful young women swimming around the many branches littering the water.  I watched her for awhile.

She turned to me, and waved.  I waved back.

She swam towards me.  Then, along side the dock.

She asked If I had seen her family.  She had gotten separated from them, and that they must be worried.

There was no one else around.

I told her I would help her.

I told her to take my hands.

She did.

She was so light when I pulled her out,  I fell backwards.

Embarrassed, I turned to her.  She was no longer the same.  Her long dark hair was mostly gone.  Just small patches on a few chunks of skin left.

Worms moved in and out of the holes, where her beautiful blue eyes had been.

There was only half a body.  The rest was gone.

After I wiped her skin from my hands, I covered her with my jacket.

I am afraid to move.

An old favorite I'd like to share again. Friday Scary Story, November 7, 2014

Dead silence.

No sounds.  None.

It woke me.

I looked out.  Thick fog fills the sky, and covers the ground.  No one is there.  No movement.  Nothing.

My gut hurts.  It feels like a warning.

What happened?  What is happening?

I go out.  I stand in the middle of the street.  I try to figure it out.

The ground... I see it on the ground.  The houses have long thick dark drag marks coming from the front door, ending at the curb.  It looks like blood.

It smells like blood.  There are bits of flesh.

My gut hurts again.  It is telling me to run.

I vomit.

On my knees, my eye catches something in the fallen leaves of scarlet and brown.

It's a finger.  A small finger.  I put it in my pocket.   I can't leave it.  It can't be alone.


I don't want to be alone.


My body is moving further away from the safety of my home.

I can't stop it.

Working... Working... Working...

I'm working on a script.  It is so much fun.  I love it.  I have been tight on time for the Friday Scary Story but, I will get back to it soon.

Have a fantastic, magical day!

I appreciate you.



It's almost Halloween... : )

Friday Scary Story, September 18, 2015

It's skin.

It's not mine.

When I jumped into the water from my boat, I landed on something.  I felt it slide up along my body.

I couldn't see, something covered my head like a child's blanket.

At the surface, I pulled it off.   It was human skin.


Then something touched my side.  It was half of a woman's body.


More parts are coming to the surface.  More people.


My boat is getting farther away.


Another body touched me.  I pushed it away.  It's arm came off like overcooked chicken.


It's getting dark.

Last night I saw a ghost. This is not a Friday Scary story, it is a ghost sighting.

Last night I woke up because I heard sounds.


Shuffling sounds.


Like an older person dragging their slippers as they walked.  I listened as it got closer to my bedroom door.


A sense of dread filled me.


A dark shadow filled the doorway.  It looked like a tall, hunched over man.

When I looked to where the face would be, it slowly backed out of sight.

I'm not sure who it was, or what it meant.

I didn't go back to sleep.  I waited for hours, listening.


It's been awhile since I've seen an entity.

I don't want to see it again.

Friday Scary Story, September 4, 2015

I was just trying to be nice.

I didn't know this would happen.

I shouldn't have talked to him.



He's still out there.  It's getting dark.  Why won't he leave?



He was on the train yesterday.  He noticed my manicure.  He said it was pretty.



He keeps getting closer.



I told him I wished I had real pretty nails.  It was just stupid conversation.



He knocked on my door today.  I don't know how he found me.  He handed me a box.  After I closed the door, I opened it.



It's a box of fingernails.  They are still attached to severed fingers.



He's at my window.

Friday Scary Story, August 28, 2015

Jello shots.

I should of said, "No".  We should of said, "No".  I wish we could take it back.

We didn't even know them.


It's so dark.  I can't see anything.



I can barely move.  



I don't know how long I've been in here.


I think I urinated on myself.

My fingers are raw, and throbbing.  I can smell blood.


It's such a small box.   Laura is beside me.  She stopped breathing. She is getting cold.

The air is getting thick.


I want to go home.  I want to hear my brothers fighting.  I want my mom to yell at me for not cleaning my room.  I want my dad to ground me.


Help me please.

I want to go home.