Walking alone in

a cemetery at night.

The mist swaying.

The wind moaning.

Shadows appearing.

Then disappearing.

Leading me somewhere. 

Or maybe following me.

A statue looms ahead.

A tall statue.

Taller than the mausoleums.

 It’s moving.

Coming closer.

Time to run.

Walking in a graveyard at night

may not have been such a good idea.


It scratched me!



The moon brings out the best in us.

It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.

Some may howl at the moon,

while others are impelled to dance.

Dance until the sun rises.

Dance until your limbs grow tired.

Dance until you feel at peace,

at peace with the world.



The hotel room is quiet.

The furniture looks shabby.

A dim light glows from a

small bedside lamp.

The carpet is worn from

years of footsteps.

You hear a strange noise.

A high-pitched static sound.

A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.

The black and white screen is on.

But you didn’t turn on the T.V.

A clown’s face appears on the screen.

He looks at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room!

If you don’t leave right away,

I will just have to kill you.”

At first, you think it’s silly.

He’s only an image on a screen.

But then his hand reaches out.

Through the screen.

His fingers have long red nails.

His body begins to emerge.

He’s here.

For you.

You are no longer alone.



The house is dark and deserted.

What is it trying to tell us?

Why are objects floating in the air?

Are ghosts holding them?

Are our minds being controlled

by some unknown force?

End House has its powers.

Powers of persuasion and illusion.

Cages are falling from the ceiling.

Are those rotating saws?

We better run for our lives.

THE DEAD love their games.





Mysterious under-door seepages – “I Do” (1921)

The creeping liquid from my nightmares.

It’s alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME.

Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME

     They raced down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to reach the front door. Mary stopped dead in her tracks. A dark red substance was oozing into the house from under the door, creeping across the floor, devouring everything in its wake. They watched as the huge circular rug and the large hall table disappeared into its thick slime. Extending its reach farther out, it made its way toward them.

     A high-pitched keening cry was coming from within the slime. She backed herself into a corner. “It’s going to swallow us.”

     “Run out the back!” John shouted above the children’s frightened sobbing. He pushed her ahead of him. “Don’t think. Just make sure you get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you might be living here forever.”

     They climbed through the destroyed kitchen, through detached pieces of ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards from shattered dishes.

     Once outside, they were struck by flying debris. The patio was engulfed in a strong wind, which lifted the furniture high into the air. The white wicker pieces crashed against each other, the broken pieces falling into the empty pool.

     The pool had been filled already twice that season. The house had a mind of its own: it wanted the pool empty of water and her family gone; and it was making sure that it remained that way.

     The red liquid was creeping out beneath the kitchen door, inching its way toward them. She screamed above the sound of the howling wind. “It’s getting closer. It’s followed us outside. WE ARE ALL DEAD!”

      “We must escape now. Don’t look back. Just run.” John pulled on her arm.

      She gazed down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to the jagged rocks that were being beaten by the raging waves of the ocean. In her heart, she knew that their fate was not going to be much better.





A place of fantasy.

A place of illusion.

Windswept nights.

An oasis by the shore.

Are your eyes deceiving you?

Has a waterfall appeared

where once stood a beach?

A river to replace an ocean.

Anything is possible in Oasis, Florida.

Anything can happen if you believe in it.

Open the door and walk through.

Your life will never be the same.






Come with me.

I want to visit the forest.

The one behind town.

Where the wealthy live.

In their fancy mansions.

Where they have parties.

At night.

Always at night.

We are going.

We’ll see what they’re hiding.

I’m tired of secrets.

I’m tired of lies.

We will uncover the truth.

We might be sorry.

But we’ll finally know the truth.