Count William

Tegon Maus 

  I had no idea what time it was, or for that matter, how long I had lay here.  I let the darkness that surrounded me soak into me, absorbing its cool comfort through every pore of my body.    The overwhelming satisfaction of my solitude filled me with an unparallel joy.

I could lay here, undiscovered for centuries were it not for the hunger that pulled at me with an unrelenting desire of its own.   I ran my tongue over the sharp tips of my fangs, relishing the sweet memory of the last time they struck terror into the hearts of my victims. What held me harder still was the fear of discovery by the Others. They didn’t understand me… they wanted to hunt me down…  destroy me. They would stop at nothing to put an end to me. If only I were not alone in the world… if somehow there were more of my kind lying in the dark waiting for the rising of the moon.

I could hear them even now… the heavy footsteps of the Others as they searched for me. Images of angry voices pitchforks, torches, fire, heartbreaking carnage suddenly filled my head.  My heart pounded as they drew closer to my sanctuary. My heart sank with dread… I was about to be discovered yet again.

I had but one chance… perhaps… just perhaps if I were to lunge at just the right moment… sink my teeth so deep, so fast that my victim wouldn’t have time to shout for help… maybe I would survive… survive long enough to find one of my own.

I readied myself, getting into a crouched position so as to strike with a ferocity and speed that would surely shock my unwitting victim into stunned silence, assuring my victory. At that instant, my fortress of darkness was flooded with a bright unyielding light. I was stunned, caught off guard for the slightest of moments. I had no choice… I had to attack before all was lost.

“Aaahh,”  I snarled mincingly, lunging into the light with all my force.

“Mom!  He’s doing it again,” my older sister, Lisa shouted.

“Billy! How many times have I told you ?? That dishtowel is not a cape… you are not a vampire and you can not play in the hall closet,”  Mom, now annoyed, shouted from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Billy. You heard Mom,”  Lisa taunted.

“It’s count William to you stink face,”  I returned, slowly pulling the door closed once more. I let the darkness that surrounded me soak into me, absorbing its cool comfort through every pore of my body.  I could lay here for centuries.

Things that go bump in the Night

Deadly Reads Founder and Author, Linda L Barton had a blast being a guest on the Horrorist Podcast.  They talked about all those scary things that go bump in the night, and of course, Linda’s books.  It was a fun interview and we look forward to having him join us on the Deadly Reads Radio podcast later this month for our Halloween show.

Get ready for some crazy conversation where you’ll get a chance to learn about all the paranormal experiences Linda’s had in her life.  The hairs on the back of your neck will be standing soon as she shares her stories.Linda wants to tell you her voice sounds horrible the first couple of minutes because she forgot to pull the microphone closer to her mouth.  LOL

Linda wants to warn you that her voice sounds horrible the first couple of minutes because she forgot to pull the microphone closer to her mouth.  LOL

History of Halloween

Halloween began as the festival of Samhain. It was part of the ancient Celtic religion in Britain and other parts of Europe. At the end of summer, the Celts thought the barrier between our world and the world of ghosts and spirits got really thin.

Straddling the line between fall and winter, plenty and paucity, life and death. Halloween is a time of celebration and superstition. It is thought to have originated with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off roaming ghosts.

A Trick of the Light

Thunder rolls and lightning flashes

lights flicker, then abandons you

the darkness covers you as you stand in the dark

The lightning flashes once more

you see a figure by the kitchen doorspirit-2304469_1920

your heart pounds in your chest

as you hear footsteps drag across the floor

you try to run but your feet won’t move

The lights return and you see no one is there, and you sigh

it must have been a trick of the light

But was it? Have you ever had the little hairs on the back of

Have you ever had the little hairs on the back of your neck prickle for no apparent reason?

Have you ever walked into a room and fear consumed you out of the blue?

Have you ever gone somewhere new, but experienced De Ja Vu?

Autumn is here, and a time when magical things occur so don’t be shocked if you experience a little magic, a bit of haunting, or a slight chill. It’s Autumn after all.

Happy Autumn Season from