Halloween Surprise.

What a curious congregation.  What Devil’s work is this?


“We are gathered here,”


“On this hallowed night,”


“to join two spirits, who have long been separated,”



“in eternal matrimony.” 

“That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. . . .”

>From The October Country, by Ray Bradbury.  Click for more info.



Reading in red.

This post is a preview of a short–very short–attempt at a video. The learning curve to “doing it all” is a steep hill with sharp rocks at the bottom. But, real fun usually has an element of danger, so the bumps, bruises and broken feelings are just part of the roller coaster haunted house ride.

Happy haunting.



Winter Kill.

Lonely places remove the blindfold from our eyes. For some, this is terrifying.

I went for a walk.


Forgotten part of the Old Wiley Farm near Dark Oak, Missouri. This section has been forgotten so long it is turning into woods.

You never know what you’ll find.


Face to face with Mortality. 

The coyotes, or something, has stripped this poor pilgrim clean. Mother Nature is red of tooth and claw.

We all have a tiger on our back trail.


Phantom Sighting.

Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.

–John Updike.

I think John knew. . . things.


Thing in the Dark.        By Dark Oak Creations.


“…I saw the infernal Thing blocking my path in the twilight. The dead travel fast, and by short cuts unknown to ordinary coolies. I laughed aloud a second time, and checked my laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad.”

— Rudyard Kipling, The Phantom Rickshaw

More Madness.




Portrait of the Apparition.

In which and where at, we find an end to this post.

Happy haunting.

End .


Nightmare Teapot

Believe it or not, this teapot is functional. Medieval goodness.


Teapot. “Nightmare,” by Dark Oak Creations.

An excerpt from the poem Dream Ship, by Bloody Crow, seems appropriate:

they are scratching
at my four cornered sanity
each night
I drift
a foggy ship
with rats in the walls
What powerful, dark imagery! For the complete poem, drift over to allpoetry.com .
Sweet dreams.

Haunted Houses.

At a loss for Date Night? Research and visit a “haunted” house in your area. Get the landowner’s permission, of course. Spending a night jail for trespassing should be avoided. Oh, and remember all those horror flicks where the amorous, sneaking couple comes to a bad end.

 Who in this midnight hour comes here?


Photo source: Pixabay via Unsplash.

As the moon from some dark gate of cloud

Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,

Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd

Into the realm of mystery and night,-

***Excerpt from Haunted Houses, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For the complete poem, check out this link at Poets.org

Disclaimer! Messing around in dark, abandoned houses and buildings is inherently dangerous. I suggest a daylight reconnoiter before bringing in your lover at night. Use common sense and don’t take risks with the building or the neighborhood. If the property does not pass the “safety” test, find a place that does!

Happy nightfall!