The Halloween Contest

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Happy October to you!!!

I promised a blog post for the Halloween Story contest and here it is!  This was a really cool contest, I had entries from not only facebook, but also twitter and instagram! Way cool! AND here’s a picture of the prizes

flying monkey zombie by Kim Sofia Red Sugar Skull by Kim Sofia Blue Sugar Skull

 

HERE’S what you came for! The stories! Enjoy!

Mad CroScientist

When I was not so tired at night,
the overwhelming feeling was fright.
For in the darkness while awake,
my whole tiny body would really quake.

In my room, I was surely not alone
Because silence wasn’t quite the tone.
In fact I’d hear the scraping of claws
while the evil seeped from dresser drawers.

Gathering under my bed like a liquidy ooze
It must have assumed I was taking a snooze.
But my eyes were wide open in that dark
Searching for the thing that would tear me apart.

Wanting and not wanting to catch a sliver of sight
of the thing so it could kill me quickly with fright
rather than drag it all out slow
because that wouldn’t be a good way to go.

Somehow, someway I’d give up the vigil
giving in to slumber while awaiting the first nibble.
I’d wake to find that the monster’s roars
had merely been my sister’s snores.

Fatima Saysell

I wake up all in a sweat, heart pounding, breathless and a sick feeling in my stomach. I
wonder if I have finally caught the stomach bug that seems to be doing the rounds at
work. I lie in bed for a bit longer than usual waiting for this nausea to disappear and for
my heart to return to its regular beat. I am not sure how long it takes, but eventually I
force myself out of bed and into the shower, hoping to resume normality and face the new
day ahead.
I take no joy in breakfast. The cup of black coffee that usually restores me back to life
after a long night’s sleep barely reaches my senses and the buttered toast with marmalade
is left untouched on the breakfast bar. Refusing to give in to this sick feeling, I grab my
keys from the bowl in the hall and hurry to my car, before I change my mind. My hands
tremble as I make a feeble attempt to scrape the ice off the windscreen and I wonder at
the speed with which winter is approaching. It’s only late October, far too early for these
frosty mornings.
Somehow, I make my way to the office, hardly noticing other traffic at all. I can only
assume my brain’s gone into autopilot and drove me there. I have no recollection
whatsoever of how I got there, of seeing the usual sights: the houses, the roads, the
junctions, the traffic lights. Did I even come to a red light? Did I stop? I fear I might
have been caught on camera driving through one and that I might get penalised for this
infringement, if it ever happened at all. I just don’t recall.
At work, everything seems to be immersed in a haze. I rub my eyes in a desperate
attempt to bring my vision into focus, but it’s all in vane. I make my way to the toilets
and splash a generous amount of cold water onto my face hoping the shock will finally do
the trick. I look myself in the mirror and I recoil at the stranger staring right back at me.
This jaundiced, hollowed-out face with haunted, terrified eyes bears no resemble to what
should be myself.
Consumed by panic, I stumbled backwards and fall against the door. I turn around on my
knees and prop myself up, holding for dear life onto the door-handle. I wrestle with this
for a few seconds before I manage to open the door and run into the hall. There I find
Ben, my friend and colleague, who looks at me with fright before covering his mouth to
smother a scream. I know he’s seen what I’ve seen and rush to him for help, but I never
make it. My feet give way under my weight and my face hits the floor before I can reach
his extended arms, ready to hold me.
I don’t know what happens next, but I assume that Ben drove me home. All I know is
that I wake up again, a little light-headed but breathing more easily. I have no idea what
the time is, but it’s already dark outside, so it must be after 5pm this time of year. I reach
out and turn on my bedside table lamp and I see a glass of water by it and a note in Ben’s
writing. Sitting up, I read the note, confirming my assumptions and letting me know that
he stayed with me until he was satisfied I was out of danger. Apparently I do not have a
fever and a little bit of rest should restore me back to health, according to the doctor that
Ben called round. Smiling and feeling grateful for Ben’s concerns and thoughfulness, I
drink the water before trying to get up.
Slowly I swing my legs from under the covers and rest my feet on the rug by the bed,
taking my time to ensure my head is not spinning, trying to avoid a dizzy spell. Once I
feel happy my legs will support my body, I lean forwards and upwards, still holding to the
bed. And then, just as I stand up, I see it. The skeletal arm that reaches from under the
bed, covered in dry, parched yellow skin is still wearing the gold and diamond bracelet I
gave her on our wedding day. I notice her long finger nails, still varnished in bright,
glossy red, but now cracked, revealing the dirt underneath, fresh from the tomb where
she’s been lying for the last 6 months. I watch her fingers stretch and wind around my
left ankle. I pull and try to shake it away, but the grip tightens. A hollow scream dies in
my throat and I stare in horror as the other arms unfurls from under the bead, reaching
out for my free leg. I bend down and make futile attempts to wrestle this unearthly
phalanxes from my body, but in doing so, I lose my balance and find myself staring at two
cavernous hollows on what should have been my dear departed wife’s face, creeping out
of under our matrimonial bed. Terror overcomes me and I hear a demented, spine-chilling
scream that can only have come out of my mouth. Hysterical and in the grip of sheer
terror, I make a further attempt to shake myself free of this monstrosity, but only to feel
her hands creeping up my legs and to my hips. Taking hold, she pulls herself fully from
her mortal cradle and kneels next to me. I try desperately to find a glimmer of humanity
on what once was such a beautiful face, but what greets my eyes is a grotesque caricature
that bodes only death, a mock of the human soul. I attempt to move away, but my body
is unresponsive, frozen by dread and despair. I look into her pale, empty countenance
and have only a few seconds to take in my final breath before I see her mouth reaching
for mine with her hellish, sickening, deadly kiss.

Dreamcatcher Mealla

was awakened by an eerie sound coming from under my bed. I stood up on my bed in the complete darkness. My heart was pounding in my ears. The plan was to jump as far as I could from my bed. To my horror, it wasn’t far enough. The huge sharp fanged creature grabbed me by the feet and slowly dragged me underneath the floor of my bed and into his secret realm of no return

Ellen Hartmeijer

Bogey Nights
I was in the process of falling asleep next to my lover who was snoring softly, when suddenly he stopped snoring. My
subconscious thought nothing of it, he did that often and was quite healthy. Just sleeping very pleasantly. But as I
realized he had stopped breathing altogether, I opened my eyes in the near dark to look at him.
Trying to focus them, I noticed an eerie green light coming from the dark hill next to me in bed. As I tried to get a closer
look, I saw the light seemed to glow out of his nostrils. Wondering what on Earth that could be, I got a jolt and sat
upright, for the radio next to him on the night stand started to blast out the song “Boogey Nights”.
The green light became stronger and larger. Something, a blob, started to emerge from my lover’s nose. It crept up to
where I was sitting, wide awake now. The blob grew and grew until it became as large as a human being without actually
being human. Then I hear a light “plop” and the thing got loose from my lover’s nostrils. Who started snoring again,
softly, as if nothing had happened to him.
Before my eyes the blob started to take shape now. I couldn’t stop staring at it, in horror. I couldn’t move anymore, was
in shock. It sprouted something like limbs, four of them, and a kind of head. And still the radio was playing that song, it
was on repeat. The green blob altered its appearance until it resembled a man. Definitely a man. No mistake about that.
The green man shaped blob whispered, so softly that I could hardly make out the words. He told me he had been
watching me for years. From the inside. I had seen bits of him, he told me, in the form of little green spots in my lover’s
nose. He was lusting after me and had waited all this time, working on himself, so he could make me his. And he wanted
to make children with me. Lots and lots of children.
He pushed me back on the bed and tore away the duvet. He looked at my body, as I was lying naked before his green,
glowing eyes. With one of his smaller extensions -you could call it a finger- he traced my breasts, round and round. He
touched my nipples, one by one. They lived a life of their own and started to respond to his touch. His finger went down,
over my belly button, and further down, until he touched that sweet spot that also seemed to have its own mind. It felt
out of this world what he did there. Secrets unknown to anybody I was undergoing. Oh, my….
And then he mounted me. I was totally covered by his green body, which felt rather warm. He lifted his pelvis area and
entered me. And kept on entering me. He just didn’t stop. He disappeared in me and I felt very full and bloated. I could
see green light pulsating out of my every pore. And a feeling came over me when I saw that, I wanted nothing more than
to become such a green thing myself. Oh, and to have his children. That too.
As soon as I realized that that were the only things I would ever wish for, the radio stopped playing the repeat of Boogey
Nights and I started to change. I could feel it in my fingers. I could feel it in my toes. And, strangely enough, in my hair.
Slowly but surely I turned into a green blob. And I would never be alone again. My green lover would be with me for
ever and ever.
We are happily ever after. Together we are exploring the rest of mankind.
Whenever you have a green or yellow bogey in your nose, please treat it with the utmost respect. It’s probably a love
child we made.

 

Rebekah Clayton

I lay there, curled up, peeping from under the edge of the blanket, staring at the window. The light was changing and soon it would be time to sleep. I glanced over at Snuggles the bear, lying just out of my reach. That’s when I hear It move. I held still as I could, and tried to stay quiet, terrified It would hear me. I knew if It heard me It would try and find me. It was a frightful creature, with strangely smooth skin, small grasping hands and a voice that could make the most awful shrieks. And It was all that stood between me and Snuggles. The Big One called to It, and I heard mumbles in a wheedling tone “Awww, just 5 more minutes’ pleeeeeease.” I heard the Big One respond, and it must have been in the affirmative, because I heard It shifting around, trying to get comfortable again. The heinous sound of It’s snoring filled my ears, and I just wished It would get out of bed soon, before the sun rose too high and I would be unable to reach out and grab Snuggles before I had to sleep. Time ticked by ever slow, then I heard it again, the voice of the Big One calling out. It grumbled, then there was a thumping sound, I could see It’s feet hit the floor just past the edge of the blanket. It thumped out of the room, and I listened…….there is was, the sound of the rushing waters……more voices and then It came back grumbling. Drawers opened and slammed shut as It got dressed. It stormed out again and I took my chances, reaching out I grabbed Snuggles and settled in to rest.

Darkness settled over the world like a soft blanket, and I could hear the pouring water. It would soon be heading to bed, and it was coming up on the sad moment of Snuggles and I’s parting, at least for a little while. We had planned a tea party for later; we just had to wait for It to fall asleep. I slid Snuggles out from under my hidey spot. There would be a lot of fuss if It couldn’t find Snuggles (whom It falsely called “Teddy”). The wait felt like forever, but finally I heard the thumping of It and the Big One come in. There was the creaking of It trying to get comfy, then the ritual words of sleeping between them, and the Big One made the noises that I guess pass for music with them, and the lights went out. I waited, waited for It’s breathing to become slow and even, waited for sleep to overcome the monster on the bed. Soft snoring reached my ears. This was my moment, this was the time I had waited for. Slowly and with great care I reached up, searching. My touch was careful, here there is blanket, and there, the soft lump, I grasp it……..The screaming was awful! I had grabbed It’s arm!! I can hear the feet pounding into the room as I work to push myself back into the corner, to the darkest most out of the way place. There is shouting and inquiries if It is ok. It cries It’s awful cry and blubbers on about something grab It. I mumble to myself “Please tell It it was just a dream, everything is fine.” My prayers are answered, both Big Ones say these very words, but It wails on, begging them to check under the bed. My heart races, this is the moment I feared most. I will myself to become as small as I can, and statue still, in the darkest furthest corner. The light gets brighter as the blanket is pulled up, a large ugly face appears. I hold my breath and wait. The Big One makes a show of looking, but my luck holds, they don’t really believe I am down here. Soothing words are spoken, and the crying stops. The Big Ones leave and I sigh in relief. But I relaxed too soon. There is the soft thump of feet hitting the floor! I push myself further into my corner and wait. It’s face peers under the blanket, and a beam of light sweeps back and forth, invading my home. I now know how they got It to quiet so soon. This moment is more tense then the last. It is truly looking. My heart races as the beam of cruel light creeps closer and closer to me. The air splits with another ear shattering cry. It has seen me! It runs for the room and I scramble, my only hope is to make it to the closet before they get back. I slide into the toy box, its cramped, but my only hope. I hear them come back, It is wailing and trying to describe me, I notice It’s added un-n eed details, making the works of my lovely scales, and adding more tentacles then I have. Evil little brat. I am safe here, and settle in to wait out the rest of the night, and dread making my way across the sunlit floor the next day. Snuggles and I will have to wait for our tea party.

Obskura Aruksbo

Sam had been unusually calm this week. For an 8 year old kid with ADHD he was doing really good. Though it seemed he was calmer than usual he had mentioned his mother a few times too many and needed a distraction. His dad was really proud of him and decided to take him to the fair.At the fair they enjoyed the rides and had some greasy and sweet snacks. The smells and sounds were incredible yet oddly, the extra stimulation did not cause his attention to wander. It was great progress without a change of medication and yet.. strange.A large bear stumbled into their path almost in a dreamy slow-motion dance and sang, “Everywhere I go, people call me Sammy, Everywhere I go people call me Sammy.”
“What a coincidence! Sam’s father said , “Hey Sam.”
“Yeah?”
“Everywhere he goes.. people call him Sammy.” Sam had his deceased mother’s eyes and they were already laughing before you could hear him.When they got home Sam went to his room while his Dad opened a beer and prepared his clothes for tomorrow’s day at the meeting. It was incredible, It was like Sam was cured. His behavior had improved 100% over the last week. He could not wait to tell his doctor.

Sam came into his room and said , “Dad… I love you.”
“Aww Your a good kid Sammy.. I love you too.. so what’s up?”
“There’s somebody under my bed.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, Dad I’m not.”
“Ok let’s go check it out.

Sammy went back to his room with his dad and pointed at the bed. Sam’s Dad looked under and indeed there was someone there, but the smell of rot told him something was wrong. The plastic bag on his head made it more wrong. The smell was intense as Sam’s dad moved the small corpse out from under the bed. It was Sam and he was dead at least a week. The father looked around instantly confused and grief stricken. The Sam who walked with him back to the room was nowhere to be seen…

@tim_chiwowhua

I jammed the worn keys from my pocket into the lock and exhaled with relief as I was greeted by the familiar smell of old oak floors and candles. My old house creaked with pleasure upon my arrival and before I knew, I was sprawled out on my bed. Parents were due back in 3 hours. I decided to make the most of it. But I never got the chance.
Sleep was enveloping me when a door slammed, shaking me back to reality. Great. My parents were back. Jumping off my bed I hurried downstairs. But the house was empty. I returned to my room, confused.
A brief minute later, another door slammed, followed by my window being forced open. I grabbed onto the window and tried to yank it shut but something was tugging it the other way. Leaning back, I used all my body weight to oppose the force, and finally the window flew shut, causing me to fall back onto the floor.
I lay there, dazed and slowly looked round the room. My attention was drawn to under my bed. I could’ve sworn that I’d seen something move. Then again it could’ve been from the fall. I studied the dark gap under my bed as I recovered but my heart immediately leapt when I noticed claw marks on the floor. I backed away from the bed and stumbled my way to the door.
On my way down the stairs I heard footsteps coming from behind me and I started sprinting. The steps kept getting louder. Wheezing with the little breath I had, I glanced over my shoulder. Nothing. But the steps were getting closer. I reached the bottom of the stairs and took a turn into the kitchen where I’d escape through the garden door. Grabbing the handle and fumbling with the keys I struggled to open the door. The keys wouldn’t turn. The same clicking sound was getting me nowhere. The steps were nearing me. Letting out a weak whimper, I fell to the floor covering my eyes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t breathe. I focused on my pulse and tried to block out the fear. The footsteps were right in front of me, I braced myself. The steps stopped. All was silent except for my pulse.
Nothing happened but I could feel its presence. Lifting my head from my knees, I looked up. There was nothing there. Getting up, I was startled when the door handle moved down from the weight of my hand and the door opened. Confused, I walked out into the overgrown garden. I reassured myself that it must have been from the fall earlier.
Looking round the garden I tried to calm down. I needed to pull myself together. Determined I made my way to the door again. I was about to step into the house when the door shut in my face. Grabbing the handle I used all my force to try and reopen it. It was no use.
Starting to panic, I ran from the door. I frantically tried to think of a way to get into the house. I grabbed a stone and lifted it into the air, readying myself to hurl it at my bedroom window. I froze when I saw the yellow eyes peering down at me. Instinct took over and my window was no more. I started to climb up the vines on the wall, ready to face whatever awaited me.
The vines shook under my weight. I was too scared to breathe. I was relieved as I felt the wood of my windowsill but the feeling subsided quickly and was replaced by a sharp pain in my other hand which now had a shard of glass in it. Painfully, I lifted myself over the windowsill.
My room was eerie. I started to walk towards the bed but my attention was drawn to the other side of the room where I could see the glow from a lone candle up against the wall. As I got closer I saw that my wall had been vandalised by scratches. I placed my hand on the wall and ran it over the claw indentations. Some were deeper than the others. I traced my finger through the deeper marks which resembled letters.
I tried to decipher the etchings; D-O-N-T L-O-O-K. My heart was hammering in my chest. Don’t look where?
I examined all areas of my room with only the candle to go by and night had fallen, shrouding everything in darkness. Picking up the candle, I started my search. I found nothing but darkness and silence. There was one place I hadn’t checked – Under my bed.
I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Why was I able to look into a dark cupboard but not under the bed?
Standing 2m from my bed, I gently crouched down to peer under. Darkness and more darkness. Black, more black, yellow eyes. There they were again. So all the stories about monsters under beds weren’t just tales. I started to shake. I was petrified but yet something was drawing me towards the bed. The eyes got closer and closer as I walked, trance-like towards the bed. By the bed I was summoned to bend down to get a close look at these eyes. Crouching down, I forced my eyes shut.
I stayed crouched for a few minutes, scared of what I’d see when I’d open my eyes. Very slowly, I opened them. Once again, nothing. It couldn’t have disappeared. I stuck my hand under and felt around to investigate. My fingers ran over the scratch marks which I’d seen earlier and then touched something cold. It felt like a piece of metal. I dragged it out and laid it in my lap. I looked at it and my heart immediately stopped.
In my lap was a mirror and looking up at me was my reflection, and a pair of yellow eyes.

Jack Frost

All was quiet in the childrens room. The toys all in place, the curtains drawn and the darkness silently enveloping the room with its blanket of darkness as nothing was awake and all was well. An unremarkable night by all accounts until the light started.

Underneath one of the beds, a blue square of light started to slowly rise. The colors getting slowly richer and deeper as the flicker in the darkness grew more intense. Something wanted into this world that was not of it!

A small grey gnarled hand popped up, followed by a grunt! Then another hand slowly appeared by the other one with another audible grunt of disapproval from the attached body. Then a nose! Between the 2 hands a big grey nose with flaring little nostrils appeared! And it stopped…. and started twitching much like a dogs would when sniffing the air to find the scent of lost prey or whence trying to find its way home. This is when the rest of the head popped up! Big round eyes full of life, and a pomp tuft of grey hair on on the top of his head a big childish grin on the face appeared!

Adar had finally made it!

Adar was from the netherworld, from another level of the abyss. Connected to our plane of existence but unbelieved by most. In his years for his race, Adar was merely a child! He was an adolescent of about 14 years of age, and this was his first big chance! His first big adventure at being “a boogeyman”!

His father had told him it was time whether he liked it or not, to take his proper role in the abyss and to become a boogeyman of the 10th realm to the children. That was his job and no son and spawn of Thakirs was not going to become a proper upstanding ghoul of the 10th realm! Not his son! Unfortunately for him, his sons head was full more of mischief and curiosity then it was filled with dreams of horrifying and terrifying children, but that was alright, he would set his son on the right course and he would take his rightful place in the 10th realm!

With a little wiggle and grunt, Adar managed to pull himself out of from under the bed! All 4 feet of him! He was short and a bit pudgy and out of shape! As he finally pulled himself out he flopped on his back panting and wiped sweat from his brow! “Phew!” How embarrassing it would’ve been if he couldn’t even get out from under the bed he imagined to himself!
Adar finally sat up and looked around at his new surroundings! This was nothing like home! Home was molten rock and red burnt landscape with cave hovels, but this place! This place had all shapes and sizes and manner of things everywhere! Adar barely knew where to start! At this point he had completely forgotten that he had been sent here as a right of passage to scare children!

The first thing that caught Adars attention was at the foot of the bed, some light. Wide eyed and carefully and trying to be as quiet as he could Adar made a few steps to the end of the bed and looked up. There was a box, and it had little grey dots buzzing around on it and it was making a slight hissing noise! How interesting! The box had a little knob on the front with symbols he had never seen before, and it seemed a brownish color from what he could tell in the dark. Adar was completely fascinated by this! He had never seen light out of a box before!

With a slight grunt and a wiggle Adar reached up, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he reached for the boxes little knob! This was just to fascinating to pass up!He reached for the little knob on the box and lightly put his fingers on it feeling the round shape of it. It felt oddly cold but exciting! What happens next? With anticipation of a child he wiggledthe knob to the right. A Flash of brilliant light happened and other things appeared on the box!People were now on the box and moving and saying things! This completely took Adar bysurprise! By the gods! What was this? Adar stood there with his mouth wide-open in amazementas people move around on the screen and talked! They were trapped inside this box! Theyseem to be trying to talk to each other or him, he could not tell. Maybe they were trying to askfor his help to get out?
“Amgar tes nouch?!” Adar said to the people in the box. He was trying to help or at leastunderstand what was going on! At this point being so amazed at people trapped inside this boxand what seemed like another room or universe to him Adar stumbled back and plopped on hisbottom at the base of the bed behind him in sheer amazement!This is when he started to hear a low audible growl…
Returning to his senses and remembering where he was Adar slowly turned towards the base ofthe bed a little bit confused and afraid but excited all at the same time to see what the noise wasand where it was coming from! He stood up and peered over the base of the bed and lookingback at him was a big wet black nose and ears covered in fur! “Whoof!” Immediately followed bya big wet tongue that slurped up the entire length of Adar’s face! Adar went reeling backwardshalf in fright and half in amazement to the side of the room and crashed into more things he didnot recognize! “Shut up Sparky and go back to bed!” Came a little voice from the same bed thatthe big furry thing with a wet tongue was on!
Adar was starting to realize that he was more scared than the people he had come to scare.After taking a few seconds to come to his senses Adar realized with relief that the furry demonwas not pursuing him across the room! He let out an audible “whew!” And wiped hisBrow with relief!
Okay! Time to get serious he thought to himself! His father and the rest of his clan wereexpecting him to become a standup citizen and bogeyman and he did not want to let his fatherdown! With that thought firmly in his head Adar grabbed his smog skin trousers, pulled them upand got a little determined look on his face and started marching back towards the beds!As determined as he was he was also just as equally determined to avoid the furry Demon withbad breath! He wasn’t particularly fond of it because he wasn’t sure what it would do so hedecided to pick the other bed in the room!
Walking up slowly to the side of the bed he saw a little person sleeping away. This personappeared to have the color of pink on their clothes and longer hair than the other person in theother bed with the furry demon! Carefully Adar started to climb onto the bed and get ready tomake his best scary face!

“BLAGGA BOOGA DARGOOIE!!!” Adar yelped out at the being in the bed!”Go away Chris we are supposed to be sleeping! Mom and dad are going to be really mad atus!” The high-pitched voice squealed and giggled as Veronica turned over in her bed to seewhat was going on!

As Veronica turned over to see what was going on she was confused! She heard a great littleyell and a commotion in the dark as she saw a figure going to reeling back in the darkness asher cat Castro lunged into the air swatting and batting at something!
Oh god’s not again! Adar thought!
As the cat and small figure rolled off the bed onto the side it into the toys she was hearingterrified little screams coming from whatever her cat was attacking!
“Castro! Leave him alone!”
Veronica hopped off her bed and pulled her cat off the little person in the dark in her room! Atthis point Chris had gotten out of bed as well! With all the commotion and the cat and hissingand the crashing of toys he was just as confused as to what was going on!
“Veronica what is going on?” “I don’t know! Castro is going crazy and something is over here! Ithought it was you! Playing a trick!”
Veronica turned on the light in the bedroom! What they saw next they were not prepared for…A little gray figure only about 3 or 4 feet tall sitting against the wall with his head in his handssobbing!
Adar had had enough! He didn’t want to scare anyone! This was becoming the worst night of hislife! All he wanted to do was make his father proud!
“What is it?!” Chris exclaimed!” “I’m not sure but he looks like he’s hurt!” Veronica said back!Gently and cautiously the five and six-year-old walked over to the little grey figure sobbing at theside of the wall. “Are you okay?” Said Veronica.
” Kerga dem corgo” came the reply with a sniffle.
Adar looked up with at them with big tears in his eyes and a look of remorse. Getting up andringing his hands together he looked down at the ground and in his own language hadapologized.
I’m going to tell mom!” Chris said! “No don’t! Look at him! I think he’s just scared and hurt asmuch as we are!” Veronica said to her brother!

Veronica took Adar’s hand in hers and led him towards her bed and wiped away his tears, and Adar began to smile as he wiped his nose with his arm and realized that he was doing what he actually liked to do, make friends! Not scare them!

Chris came over and sat down and tussled Adars hair a bit. The children being so young were more fascinated then scared of this thing they had never seen before and he didn’t seem threatening or trying to hurt them.

When Sparky came over Adar sucked in a gulp of air! Oh no!… Sparky came over and licked his face again and sat there with his tag wagging at full speed side to side! Even Castro came over and sat in Adars lap and Veronica wiped away the last of his tears and they all sat there beginning to smile and laugh.

Adar was so happy! But he realized with a start, what is he going to do?! He didn’t scare anyone and his father and the rest of the clan were expecting that of him!

He hopped off the bed and motioned for Veronica and Chris to look underneath.

“Oh my God theirs light under the bed Chris!”

Quickly Adar pulled her away from the light, and he looked at them and pointed at the light and made a scary face and squealed and screamed and pointed at the children! Then he pointed at himself “Grr!”

“I think he wants us to act scared or scream or something?” Chris said!

Excited Adar tugged his hand! That was it! Maybe they understood after all!

With everyone under the bed and there legs sprouting out from under the bed Adar indicated for the children to start screaming and yelling into the light square! As they did he banged some toys on his head and went “Grr!!!! Yarabaloo har grier!!!! Grr! Booga booga booga!”

Down below the echos of screams and Adars yelling could be heard in the 10th realm and his father looked up at the portal in approval and pride! His son had done it!

The children after this episode plopped back onto the floor and bed and giggled a bit as they found this all fun screaming and yelling while trying not to giggle into this blue bright light with their new friend!

Adar, took their hands and in complimentary fashion to his people, kissed their belly buttons once each and blew a fart noise on Veronica’s tummy and burst out in laughter! They all had a great laugh!

From that night on, once a year on Halloween night Adar would return to the children and Sparky and Castro to visit with his friends and roam the streets with them from house to house, laughing and eating candy and fooling his dad into thinking that each year he terrorized the same children with great pride!

So on Halloween night if light appears under your bed or at your closet, before you get scared, whisper into the darkness “Adar?” and you might just hear a giggle and make a friend instead.

I loved all the stories, I really did. I have no words to tell you how very cool it is for such great people to write stories like these to try to win a creation. ♥ The winners of the contest are:

 

1st Place: Obskura Aruksbo  His story about the son being dead under the bed was SO CREEPY!

2nd Place: @tim_chiwowa (instagram)  She was so scared, but strangely drawn to see the creepy eyes under the bed, and the were HERS!

3rd  Place: Ellen Hartmeijer   Bogey Nights made me giggle for several minutes, just loved it!!!

I hope you enjoyed reading the stories, I absolutely did! Stay tuned for the next contest!!!

Keep it creepy!!!

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Still here…

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Hey look, my blog is still here, and I am still here…

Hello lovelies. I’ve had lots of things go on, and writer’s block to boot.  But I am here.  And I’ve been working toward a small website so I have an online store… it will be all me setting it up, so don’t go getting too excited.  It’s my first go at all this, and it freaks me out some. But I’m trying to do a little moving and shaking, so …there’s that…

I am having another story contest this year. I will officially announce it later on this week. There will be a theme, and some rules, and prizes. I’m taking votes today and tomorrow for one of the prizes. Go to http://www.facebook.com/KimsCreepyCreations to vote. The contest will be open world-wide. You’ll be able to send me your stories via facebook or to my email. I hope to see lots of stories this year!!!

Keep it creepy!!!

My job is ending, but my business is really beginning…

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Hello Lovelies! I’m here!  I’ve not abandoned my blog, though, to be honest, I had toyed with it.  I was feeling overwhelmed with life, and just the fact that there was a blog, that hadn’t been updated in a long time, was just sitting … not being updated… it mocked me.  Really, it did. But, I’ve come back. 

Quick update,  the company I work for has been purchased. For awhile, it was going to be refinanced, and then some potential buyers came by, but we were told it was a formality. I really hate being lied to, so I’ve had lots of grouchiness about working for a couple of old guys who were just trying to find a good deal for themselves, but lying to the people whose lives it would really affect.  I wish they would have owned their greediness, told the truth. It would have sucked anyway, but giving false hope really sucks.  We had hired a girl, literally 19,  to take the place of the old guy, but her life changed and she quit after 2 weeks.  Since March my schedule has been crazy, and I’ve been working most of the weekends, and it just sucked.  They finally hired another person, but now we all have to re-apply for our jobs if we want them, and I’m not sure I want to work for the new company. They expect us to “sell more” and will have quotas for us to meet, ugh. I’m thinking it may be time to look for a different job.

Just a few of the things I’ve made since my last post…

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I’m taking a big step this year. I’m getting some help with my business. I want to do more than just custom orders,   I want my business to grow some, I want to grow as a person, and a business owner.

I am nearly frozen when speaking to people about what I do.  I’ve always had a fear of public speaking, as a kid, when I had to give presentations in school, all my friends told me I turned bright red, nearly glowed, there was a particular presentation in 10th grade, I was wearing yellow, and the red apparently lit up the yellow…ugh.  When it comes to speaking about my creations, you’d think I’d have an easier time, it’s what I love. But no.  Even if someone I know asks what I make,  it’s difficult for me to even get out the words “I create one of a kind art dolls.” It comes out more like “uh, I uh, you know, make dolls, usually, uh, creepy…”  Happily, there’s usually a computer around, and I log in and show my facebook page http://www.facebook.com/KimsCreepyCreations and things are better. I usually just let them scroll through the pictures and then things are easier.  I’ve never spoken to a business about selling some of my work at their shop, hell, I’ve never sold anything at a fair or convention of any type. I’m absolutely terrified. In my head what happens is a bunch of older ladies come by  and tell my my work isn’t good, and people like pretty things, what’s wrong with me. (Actually some older ladies  have said those things to me, I was working on zombies in a cafe, I used to do that some, and at different visits, there would be an older lady who would tell me that while my stitches were nice, and the work was well done, they were ugly. Clearly not my niche, and probably not going to be at a convention,  but they’re in my head, for now.  The world would not end if I sat somewhere with dolls I’d made and NOT sold one, I’d feel embarrassed as hell and it would probably feel like the end. I don’t know if I could have that happen much more than once.

BUT, I also have dreams. As scared as I am to speak to people, I am terrified that if I don’t ever give real effort to my business, if I don’t ever really try, I’d regret it.  I don’t have huge dreams of world domination…not right now at least… but I want to be able to face real people, I want to learn to market these guys, I love them, and others seem to also. I’d like to go to cool conventions up and down the coast and be excited to go and see people who will want my dolls. There are some other ideas brewing, but I’m actually going to be taking classes, and checking out different fairs and conventions in the area, once I learn to tell people face to face that I make creepy and fantastical dolls and they are going to want one.  That is my plan for this year. I’ll be sharing what’s going on with me here, at least that’s my plan… best laid plans of mice and all…

Well that’s that. I still need a bit of money coming in, so will look into another part time gig, but always looking to that time when I can say, “you know, I appreciated that you gave me a job, but my business is really taking off, and I don’t really need to work this job anymore. Thank you, and here’s my two-week’s notice.” THAT is my dream.

Keep it creepy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crochet and work, not all that interesting…

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I  realized it was about time to add another installment of my weird life in, so here I am.

Still haven’t hired anyone at work to take the place of the old guy. I saw him last week, he says he’s up and getting better, just didn’t think he needed to work anymore, too… He IS like 83, so good on him. he can go home and hang out.  Now I won’t have to regularly apologize for someone weekly, which is lovely.  Last week I worked Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, which wouldn’t normally be terrible, but I do prefer to work  Monday, Wednesday, Friday.  I’m  SUCH a creature of habit.  Really.  I’m also a pretty big introvert, so I also like to be able to count on my “alone time” or “home time” as being at a certain time, so I know when I can re-charge.  So having a pretty set schedule makes it easier.  This week I asked to have a day off in the middle of my work days, so I’m working Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. The Saturday off will be nice, AND Sunday we close at 3 pm, which is usually when everything starts to slow down for the day anyway.  I really don’t dislike my job, I just wish that people didn’t feel the need to tell me “they whys” of their lives. If you can’t pay your bill now, just say that. I don’t need to know why. Just ask for how long you’ve got to pay it, how much the bill will be by then, and we’ll end our discussion, you having NOT divulged too much info, and me not feeling like I know waaaay too much private shit about a perfect stranger.  If you need a storage unit, cool, let’s talk about the size, and you can tell me whether you want one or not, I DON’T want to know about how several people in your family have had illnesses and are in smaller places and have give you their furniture and now you’ve got to deal with it, and your kids and your husband and your sister’s cheating boyfriend… Seriously, I get to hear all this crap!  Sadly, because there is pertinent information in their stories, lost jobs, incomes, people in the families who are, say, unscrupulous, I have to pay attention,  and add stuff into their files so that everyone with account access has the same information… And some of our customers come with a new story each time they see/call us, all prepped and ready, like they’ve got  to unload it and we’re good enough.  One lady came in and asked where my co-worker was, she was having a bad day, and my co-worker always listened… I told her we’re down one person, so we’re split up, and kept typing. I was NOT going to be this lady’s therapist.  I asked her if there was any part of her account I could help her with, she said no.  I then told her that I was going to get back to the certified mail, so I could make sure it went out for the day, and that she should have a really nice day.  She looked a bit confused, but left. Huzzah!  When I work every other day, and then have 2 off, these expulsions of personal crap don’t seem to bother me as much, I get one day of too much info, and then one day to myself, it purges the system of all that nicely. I really can’t wait to go back to my regular schedule.

The upside of lots of days off together is time to stretch out chores, and I get to string together some creating time, which is cool.  I am currently working on a faerie for the lovely De’Anna.  She gave me some pictures she liked parts of, and told me she loved pink, and that’s all the constraints, yay! So here’s what I’ve got so far…

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When I was creating her body, I was looking at faery pictures, but when I want to create what she is the faery of, I start looking for items, elements in nature.  The super pale pink her skin reminded me of those first flowers you see in trees at the end of winter, beginning of spring. The trees are bare, the wood is dark, everything is dead. But then, there’s this pink bud on the tree… then a few…  Then suddenly the tree is bursting with pink.  I decided she’s the First Bloom Faery.  She goes around, spreading her magic right about the time that winter is nearly done, making way for all the lovely first-blooms of spring.  The Redbud tree is one of the first trees to bloom each year, and I decided that would be her name.

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I am completely enjoying making this spawn.  Her body type is a bit different than my usual work, and she’s not a monster, which is also fun.  I’m finding I even like pink some now…  After Redbud is finished, I have a quick zombie cat to make, and then I think I’m going to work on a few things that have been rattling around in my head for a bit…

Well now, that’s pretty much it… Nothing spectacular going on, though I do seem to have a burst of ideas scratching around I’d like to try to create…which means I’ll need to get back to creating. I’ve also begun thinking about some things I’m going to create for near easter, and international yarn-bomb day, June 7, 2014 will come quicker than I plan, I just know it.  So, well, that’s about that.

Keep it creepy fiends!!!

Hey Look! Another Post!

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Hello Lovelies!!!

So, the end of the year is here, we’re down to counting days or hours even before the end.  I’ve always liked New Year’s, endings, beginnings, old stuff is gone, we made it one more year!  I like to take stock of the year, so very much happens in one year’s time.

I never really like to think in terms of good year-bad year. Certainly some are better than others, some are smoother, uneventful, some are exciting, not always for the better…  But as I get older, I just like to look at what has happened, the good and the bad together. When you’re in the middle of the bad, it seems like forever, but looking back over the year…things are different.

This was a big year for me. I started this blog, got past, kind of, my hangups about not having anything to say that someone would read.  And look at me, some of you DO read what I write!  Kisses.  And I’ve tried to stay pseudo-regular with it, and will try to do so next year…YES, I will be continuing on next year!  I’m going to try to go back to a once a week posting, even if there’s “nothing” to post.  

I made a lot of bigger dolls this year too!  Medusa is 18″ long, Rachel is 12″ tall, and the Clay golem is 18″ tall.  There were a couple of 10″ Cthulhus, and Blue was more than 9″ tall, as well.

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I stretched myself,  always trying to make things look more like the image in my head, or the image I’m working from.  Calvin and Hobbes made me work.  They’re so popular, they have a specific look, so they couldn’t just be a blonde boy in a red shirt with a tiger, they had to look “right.”  Samara, too, was a very intense doll to make. I sewed all her wee hairs in by hand, AND I really did want her to look as creepy and close to Samara Morgan as I could get her.

Calvin and Hobbes by Kim's Sticks and Strings     1SamaraMorgan

I learned to  do a thread joint on bear legs, and  have come up with my own skull pattern that I like to use, very good for sugar skulls.

AshCareBear,Kim's Sticks and Strings     skullgrinchcollage

There were some less than wonderful things. It took me half the year to find a job. I DO really like my job, so I’m pretty ok with it all now, but it did take forever, it seemed.  My husband did go to the hospital for about a week for depression and anxiety.  It seems like forever ago, but it was at the end of September. He’s taking his meds, and while they may not be perfect, they’re going pretty well for him right now.  I’m so very happy things weren’t worse for him, or that he didn’t really need to be gone for any longer, I was a bit of a wreck while he was gone. Onward.

I’m so very very glad for all the connections I’ve made over the last year. I have made some very wonderful, supportive friends, you know who you are, and I just adore knowing you! In a perfect world we could all get together somehow, but I appreciate you sharing your lives with me.  I have also become closer to some friends who I’d made before 2013, people who helped talk me through the bad times, and made me smile and laugh all year long. I feel so very lucky to know such wonderful people. You are my friends, my support, comic relief, my muses, the thoughtful people who know just what to say, people who make me think, and dream.  I thank you all.

So, what do I want for this year?   I’m still more than happy to help people realize their dreams, sometimes, very creepy, in yarn. I’m hoping to learn to build in some time to create some dolls I’ve been thinking about, and to make some more sugar skulls.

I’m hoping the job continues to be as cool and fun as it is now. I, and the husband, would like for him to have a job; he’s had some very promising interviews, so he’s just playing the waiting game.

I will work being more mindful, on self-acceptance, and remembering to cherish my loved ones every day, our time here is so fleeting.

I will get back to reading more regularly– I read every day I was off the last week, it was fantastic!  And there will be more contests this year with spawn for the prize! Maybe not story contests, I’d like to try to switch it up!!!  OH, and YARNBOMBING!!!  Yes, more of that!!!

So here’s a picture of the last spawn I will have finished for 2013.  I wanted to create something I’d not had an order for, just start making and see what happened. I started this faery… he was very therapeutic, and so much fun. More things like this will happen in the new year.  So here is Gorman, the Water Sprite, my last finished spawn for the year. He’s already got a  home, I’m so happy, and will be making his way there starting New Year’s Eve.

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Keep it creepy, my lovelies!!!

The Clay Golem That Is All I’ve Been Thinking About

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Hello my friends! So sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been kind of one track minded for the past couple weeks.

Since getting the news about the job being unavailable to me, and then getting my heart/blood pressure pills, I’ve had one job interview, and am waiting to hear about that job. It will be another day or so, but I”ve been doing other job hunting too. Just so it doesn’t feel too glossed over, the meds are fine.  I take my pill in the morning, and the cool thing is that my pulse is nice and low when I wake up, instead of having early morning hypertension.  I have to tell you, it was something waking up with my pulse already pounding…but not so anymore.  It’s nice and regular, even after climbing stairs.  

Mostly, I”ve been working on the spawn.  I had a large order for zombies, and I needed to get those done and out before working on the clay golem.  So for days I worked to get those little buggers out. THEN it was time to work on the clay golem, which is kind of a clay monster that is supposed to be able to be controlled.   He’s the companion to Rachel, that I made a few weeks ago.

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This clay golem is in a story by John F.D. Taff as well, but it’s not a published story, so I can’t tell you anything about, it.  I can’t even tell you what the destiny of Rachel and the golem is…not yet at least.  Just so you know, part of me loves being cryptic. This part is completely out of my control.  But I have to say I absolutely adore being able to do this, it’s a wonderful project I got the pleasure of taking  up, and I had so much freedom and am just having the time of my life with it!!!

John and I had a long email discussion about this golem.  First was  his size…he’s 18″ tall.  I’ve never made anything this tall.  Most of my spawn are somewhere between 6 and 10 inches tall…the size alone was daunting,  but oh-so necessary!

For a long  time, I was a bit more annoyed by him.  He looked like a potato.  A big potato.  With a nose.

golem head  golem torso

golem torso beginning of legs

He’s totally Mr Potato-Head!    I gave him a nose in the beginning so that I knew which was the front of the torso. But even with getting the abdomen ready for legs, he really hadn’t grown on me like I’d wanted, and he was huge.  Knew what I needed to do.

golem eyes

He needed eyes. Instantly I liked him more.  The eyes are made in several pieces with 2 colors of brown yarn, you just don’t see the other yarn, it’s a wee bit darker, so it’s for shading.  The dots are glow paint, which are on a spot that’s black, so they pop even more.  He still doesn’t have a mouth yet, but that’s because I need it to be able to open a bit, for the shem… more on that later.

now with legs     full legs

legs and arms, just no hands

So once he got legs, I was determined!  I made his legs at the same time, so they were EXACTLY alike. I”d work 2 rows at a time, then do the same but mirror work on the other leg, then do 2 rows on that leg.  It was tedious, but I’m happy with the results.  He’s got strong thick thighs, and funky kneecaps, which I like. *Funny side note about the legs. They have small packets of bb’s in the feet, he needed some weight. I made the arms after the legs, so while I’m working on him, his legs are resting on my lap, over my arm, on my shoulder, as I turn him– the arms are worked as part of him, so no separately sewn on.*   He has yet to get toes, that will be one of the last details.  The arms are less than exactly alike. In the story it’s obvious he’s not quite perfect, I just wanted him to look like he’s not quite perfect, a bit odd in spots.  Brainy photobombed him…she’s always a bit jealous when I spend so much time on the spawn.

nearly done golem     chest and hands

 

abs of clay

 

Here’s the golem as he is RIGHT NOW.  Later on tonight, hopefully, he’ll be done.    I decided on 3 fingers and a thumb, not really sure why, but I thought he’d have chunkier hands with only 3 fingers. He’ll have only 4 toes too.  I also decided he needed huge pectoral muscles, and some abs.  I made those and stuffed them lightly before sewing them closed.  The only work left is to work on his face, his toes, and then I want to embroider cracks all over, so that he looks like cracked clay.  I’ll take more pictures of him before I send him away. Then, once his job is complete, I”ll have a great story to tell you.

Until then, I have other things I”m working on… I’ve got a tree already in progress, and some skulls coming up, and a Cthulhu and…yea, there’s lots more for me to show you.

So I totally lied… I’ve not been ONLY thinking about the golem.  There are other things too, but the only other thing I’ve been making are monster hearts for my yarnbomb.  International Yarnbombing Day is June 8 or 9… anyway, so I’ve also been making what I call “monster hearts.”  These are the first 2, started a 3rd on Thursday, but no pictures of the 3rd one yet, since it isn’t finished.  Ok, that’s pretty much it officially…

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Have a great weekend, my lovelies! KEEP IT CREEPY!!! 

Our Weekend of Sharing the Yarny Love…or, Yarn Bombing With Friends…

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Hello lovelies! Beginning of the week post, no rants, though, just some yarny lovc. 

So, this last weekend was the Global Yarn Bomb-a-Long with my lovely group of hookers from Treblemaking Hookers, https://www.facebook.com/TreblemakingHookers.  For those of you who don’t know, yarn-bombing, yarn-storming, guerilla knitting or crocheting is all the same thing, it’s a yarny form of graffiti, which, technically, is illegal, though most don’t get prosecuted for, it just gets taken down. Projects can be big, like an entire panel to cover a pole or a tree or an Albert Einstein statue, or they can be smaller, hats on statues, bunting, cute little things hanging from trees… you get the idea.  When your piece, or what yarn bombers  call their “installation” is big, you have to plan to remove it.  People don’t always mind a yarn bomb, but old, faded and tattered yarn is, well, not good.  I have big project phobia, after a bit, no matter what it will be, I don’t like working on it, so I make smaller pieces, pretty often skulls, hearts, or flowers, all that fit in the palm of my hand.   They’re small, easy to take and “install,” AND, for me, the coolest part, always gone after a bit.  It’s kind of my way of spreading a bit of yarny love around.  I make something I love, put it somewhere that one might not normally see yarn, and, at least in my head, someone walks by, sees it, and falls in love. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.  

some of my skulls

some of my skulls

more skulls

more skulls

A couple weeks ago, I asked the group how many might be interested in an impromptu group activity, and got a great response!  There were so many who hadn’t before, but wanted to, and I have to say I am absolutely impressed with all my hookers!  So many made such lovely items, all with the intent of  the yarny bits of love being taken, it makes my heart smile even now.  We’re from all over the world, and just happen to love yarn, and hooking, and, well, sharing.

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Anne’s children helped her yarn bomb! The youngest helped with tags and the oldest helped install. I didn’t put tags on mine, but a wee note telling people to take a bit of yarny love home with them makes me happy! The tag says “Give this whimsie a good home”– Awwwww!

crochetcraftsbycarole     This was made by Carole, and her husband helped her install at night! She said they had a great time, and laughed lots! Incidentally, when they got home, a fire had started in a neighboring home, and because they were just getting home, they saw it, and her husband put the fire out… how cool to go from yarn bombing to being heroes!

KatieMcCollum Crepe Myrtle Bracelet   Katie made a very lovely bracelet for a Crepe Myrtle!  I love this! Beautiful and springy, it makes me smile to think of decorated trees!  I”ve never done this type of yarn bomb before, but I do love it!

tracyreynoldsyarnbomb   Tracy made a sweet Bo Peep and some sheep that she fully expected to be taken, which made me wonder where she lived so I could run over there and see people smile at the cuteness, and watch for the person who was finally brazen enough to walk away with them…SO CUTE!  Her neighbors should feel lucky!

Denise 2   Denise library   denise niemann

Denise likes to do this on the regular! She makes cute little stuffies, names them and then leaves them all over town while doing her errands, LOVE HER!  She left her yarn bombs with tags AND NAMES at the library in different sections, and an elephant at Lowe’s. Makes you want to go to the library, doesn’t it!

fatima   Fatima braved the weather to put lovely bunting up on this sign. She said it sprinkled a bit, but the lovely garland was still there later on when she went to take sunny pictures. Flowers are a lovely sign of spring, and Fatima is helping spring along!

dreamcatcheryarnbomb Dreamcatch dreamcatcher maella   Dreamcatcher made wonderful bookmarks with cute tags and placed them all over!  How wonderful to be walking along and see  a very cute bookmark with a tag that tells you to take it!  Every time those folks are reading they will remember that day!

kimlapsleywooleytoons    Kim made the cutest little Tin Man, he even has an axe! And those wee things hanging from the barbed wire?.. Hearts! What else would the Tin Man be climbing barbed wire for?  The hearts are teeny AND crocheted as well!

mad crochet   The Mad Crochet Scientist made a skull and a small note saying that he needed a new home.  She went back a bit later to the bench where she placed him, but he’d already found a new home within an hour…cool.

Amandacrictchletslug Amanda itchy crochet itchy crochet   Amanda decorated a park near her with lovely bunting and snails.  She had her brother and his friend help her, and they played on the playground, so not only did they spread love, but also had fun! And they were all gone when she went back, so someone has cute bits of yarny love from an anonymous wonderful person!!!

deannaskull owl at th court house deann deannasnake rentabike   De’Anna and her kids went about placing some yarny love about town, and they had a parade and a band at their yarn bombing…I’ll have to schedule that for next time!  The owl is at the court house, and the skull in the tree was placed there while a police officer was in his car just a few feet away… she wasn’t arrested, thankfully. And look, rent a bike, get a snake!!!

320766_473182852751411_817174126_n 945330_473183219418041_370507796_n linny   Linny yarn bombed some people she knew, and some random people too… One person got yarn bombed AND candy…win-win situation, thank you very much!!! And who woudn’t love a heart on their windscreen wipers?

922684_599802436696774_386417723_n 931409_599800380030313_1810646819_n 942284_599799866697031_123428760_n   Ellen was away for the weekend, at a sci-fi/fantasy fair and took her yarn bombing with her!  Her multi colored skulls made even the dreariest places way better, and bathroom yarn bombs make me giggle every time!!!

chris quirky   Chris made a bunch of things for her yarn bomb, and wrote her story~

I WANT TO TELL YOU A YARN (bomb)
APRIL 2013

After a week or 2 of gathering ammunition to launch in our *global* yarn bomb weekend (27/4/2013), the day arrived and I was ready for attack. 

I had a plan. In our main city there is a small, infrequently visited, historical site that now houses a few shops and a few little flats, but it is so out of the way in the city centre that not many people visit and the owners of the shops there often suffer from lack of custom. Three of the shops there are actually *craft* shops, one selling all manner of leatherwork gear and supplies (where I get my leather supplies for belts, bags etc), one a *trinket* type shop and the other a yarn shop. 

My plan was to *bomb* the place, get people talking about it and hopefully more would go and visit the area to see the yarn graffiti and at the same time pop into the little shops there. But alas, I could not get into town this weekend and so I had to think of somewhere else. 

So it was off to the supermarket for supplies and as we drove into the car park I 
remembered that the Metro Station was there and BINGO found an ideal place. 

So Gomez (the hubby, hehe) said off you go, I’m hiding in the supermarket. (such a chicken). 

I proceeded to tie on my little bits of soft shrapnel hoping that I would be able to get them all on before a train came in so that I could go back and sit in the car and watch what happened. Unfortunately my timing was bad and a train came along just as I was almost 
finished. 

A quite *mature* lady came to the fence near the tree and said with a grimaced look that said I was in for a scolding, “Erm, what’s all this in aid of?” Honestly, I felt like a naughty little school kid and thought I was in for a right blasting though I don’t know why. Lol 

I explained what a yarn bomb was and told her that this was part of a *global* bombing by a group of friends on the internet and we are helping to put smiles back on people’s faces. 

She never once smiled throughout this conversation, which worried me a bit, and then she said in a rather gruff way, “Well don’t you think it’s a bit silly, people will take them away?” I replied “Oh yes, well that’s the idea, there will be a note saying “If this made you smile today and you see anything you like, please take it.””. Her face still showed no emotion. Lol. She then said, “Oh well there’s not many like you out there today.” I said “Thank you, and feel free to take one if you’d like one.” “Oh, well what have you got?” she said. After giving her a list she went away with a butterfly and said, “Oh and it did make me smile” but it must have been a secret one because I still didn’t see it, lol

I loved that story so much, and still love it after reading it for the 4th time.

donna   Donna is new to our group, but joined in!  She made these super cute owls and a sign that told people they were up for adoption and please come get one… such cute owls, and what a lovely idea!

164281_10151881998984951_698032141_n 168851_10151881998654951_813161533_n   Danielle braved the rain also to put up a bit of yarny spring love out for the world!  These are so very cute! Great job Danielle!

486703_578786632154578_826179675_n   Wanda spread wonderful yarny love all around too!  I copied her by putting a skull at the gas pump, gas is so expensive that it’s nice to get a little something back after filling your tank  and emptying  your pocket!!!

Ok, this next picture isn’t yarny at all. My friend Ken makes wonderfully creepy dolls. Werewolves, zombies, vampires, creeps and ghouls, all amazingly creepy!  He happens to follow the Hookers, and got so excited about our yarn bombing weekend that he made a special doll to put out at a local park.

KenShoenebaum  I love this so much! Ken, you’re more than welcome to Creepy-Doll Bomb with us June 9 for International Yarn Bombing day! This is SO VERY COOL!!!!

Oh yes, International Yarn Bombing Day is June 9 this year. I’ll be participating. So will many of my hookers, they said they so very fully enjoyed this that they can’t wait!  AND I know we’ll be adding a few more folks, some have already expressed interest in joining,which just increases the yarny happiness.

So, that’s my post. I love each and every one of these people so much, pouring their time and energy and love into their projects, ones that went out into the world to find homes with completely random people.  I’ve been grinning from ear to ear while typing, hope this put a smile on your face too.

Have a really great week, so very much love to all my hookers! And, as always, KEEP IT CREEPY!!!!!!