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!!!

It’s CONTEST TIME!!!

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Hello my lovelies!!! That’s right, it’s contest time! I’m officially announcing my Halloween Contest for 2014! I really enjoy these, and the response I’ve gotten has made me feel like you like them too! Every contest someone tells me, “I used to write stories all the time,” or “I haven’t written anything for fun in years and this was great!” Some even tell me they’re going to pick back up and start writing again! I love EVERY story I’ve ever gotten.

This contest is going to be a bit different. Each one of the stories has been “about” the doll I was creating for the prize, but not this time. I actually asked on Facebook what people would like me to create. I had a few ideas, a zombie animal, or a franken animal or even a classic movie monster. There were a few other movie characters that were suggested, but a few people grabbed onto a flying monkey zombie and that became one of the suggestions, and then the one that people voted for most. So, the prize will be a Flying Monkey Zombie! I will share progress pics on facebook and instagram and twitter, and will try to remember to on my G+ account too, so you should be able to find out what it’s looking like! There is a good chance that a second prize will be one of my Sugar Skulls, woohoo!

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THE CONTEST PARTICULARS: This time the theme is The Bogeyman. You can also call him The Monster Under Your Bed, or The Monster In Your Closet… whichever creeps YOU out the most… Tell me a story about that monster,  IN 1000 WORDS. I haven’t set a word count before, but some of the stories are kind of long, and while I love them all, I end up reading every story at least 3 times, and the ones that are close, I read 4 and sometimes 5 times.  I’ve read some pretty great 1000 word stories, some even shorter, that are just amazing, and soooo creepy. I know you can do it!!! There are word counts websites that you can type right onto, and they will keep your word count for you.  You will have until midnight pst, the 3rd of October, 2014 to get your story to me. You can put it on the post that will be pinned on my facebook page or put message it to me on facebook, or you can email it to kimperial1492@gmail.com, just put Halloween Story Contest in the Subject line. The contest is in no way affiliated with facebook or twitter or instagram or Google+, though I will post about it on all accounts. I won’t require anyone to “like” or follow me on any of my accounts, I don’t really want to go searching through all them to find out. I WILL be posting stories on my facebook page as they come in, and will post them all here at the end of the contest, for ALL THE INTERWEBS to read!

So that’s it for now, go out and do what you need to do to write me a story, and 

KEEP IT CREEPY!!!

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…

the_madness_begins shadowfaery 1klowncocooncollage 1RedBud_Goodbye_Collage

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A friend from Horror Homework was stalking me…

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Hello lovelies…

lego zombie outbreak man and Kim's sticks and strings

So, just a quick note this week. Nothing crazy going on at work, though my schedule for the rest of the month is Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday…not my favorite, but, well… it’s only for the rest of March…

My next blog post will be about my current faery, she kind of deserves her own post. Look for that next week.

A couple weeks ago I realized I had a fan at  HorrorHomework.com. My facebook page posts were getting share by someone from there every now and again, and suddenly that picture went to thousands of views, and sometimes dozens of shares…

Last week I get a message from my facebook friend Larry, saying he was a fan of mine, and the one sharing my work on Horror Homework’s page, and that he’d like to interview me! I said yes, and he said he’d get back to me after doing some research. He got back to me with some questions, and I let him choose the pictures he wanted to use. So I will leave you with a link to his article on me, I love all the creations he chose!

http://horrorhomework.com/blog/2014/03/crocheted-horror-creations-from-kim-sofia/

See you next week with a post about Redbud, the First Bloom Faery.

Keep it Creepy!

Sorry inactive for so long…

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So…I bet you thought that my blog had just gone inactive… or maybe just hoped, but not so…

I have found it hard to blog lately, for a few reaasons, but none “really” good.

~Still having the “nothing is really going on with me” feelings, nothing but my regular life to chat about, not a lot of outrage I need to express. And most of you who read this also facebook with me and/or we follow each other on twitter,  so you know what’s going on…  I find it hard to chronicle my day to day stuff… I’ve always wondered about blogs, why would I need one? Is my life so interesting/different/noteworthy to anyone that I need to spend time writing this down? The answer is a resounding “no” but still I try.  I was pretty good at staying on a schedule, but life makes things… happen here and there, and it did get left behind. I am trying to pick it back up, some sort of weird, random torture, but you know, different strokes and all.

~I’ve been crazy busy the last month with orders, and  there wasn’t much wiggle room for time in between.  I’m the only one to blame, I stacked myself that way. I’d like to try to give myself a bit more wiggle room in between this coming year, maybe a bit of time in between to make something that’s been in my head… Most of my deadlines are a bit self-imposed, folks pay for their spawn and wait, super patiently, so I feel like I’ve got to get them out…but this year, a few more things out of my head.

~I’ve been sleeping a bit later on weekends, when I usually blog. Now let me start this by saying that, for me, late means 6:15 or later.  I’m a notoriously early waker. I’m usually awake by 5:30, if not earlier, but bed is comfortabler than the harsh, cold-floored world.  This bit of time is usually when I read, and blogged.  *huge wide eyes* I haven’t read any books for about 2 months, I’m kind of going through withdrawls.  A consequence of not getting up that early, is that everything gets pushed back about an hour.  In the morning, I sit, check messages, facebook, twitter, look at my order calendar, wake up, and then make coffee. Reading happens before the facebook and stuff. I usually like to fill my mind with a different world, something creepy and monstrous, something different, other-worldly.  It’s like feeding my imagination.  Since I haven’t read for a bit, I feel a bit empty.  I don’t have a kindle, or laptop even, and I like to read in the super quiet, but all my ebooks are on my computer, so once the husband is up, there’s no reading to be done, the world is too busy for me to read.

The morning is my thinking time, my time for peace. I try to find things to make it a good day, something to inspire me. Staying in bed gives me less “me-time,” sad though that is.

~I also feel like I should write “an appropriate amount.”  I have no specific number of words, or amount of  things I should tell you before I can consider it an appropriate blogpost.  I seem to like to impose these irrational requirements on myself, without completely deciding perameters…I must like to keep myself guessing…good going self…  when I give myself a chance to read blogs, I read  all kinds. Not all have yarn, many are art, reading, horror… lots of horror blogs… Some are long, some are short. Very short.

~Lastly, for me, still comes how hard it is to share me.  There are still the mean voices, the nasties, the rudes, the ones that ask me why would anyone care? read? care. I tell myself I can do this, others do it, some seem to have no problem telling all kinds of stuff about themselves, whether of note, or not. They tell me that if I stop sharing, writing about what’s going on, about my life, about me, no one will care, know, care.  I say I will. I will know… and I might care.  They say no one.  I say, well, at least I get it off my chest, out of my head.  There’s so much to get out, I need to make room.  I need to get the negative out of my head, make room for the monsters the creatures I want to create, there’s no room for them AND the nasty rude voices. It’s hard to create when my mind is filled with “the badness,” so I write, to try to get them out. 

So, you know what this means, don’t you… I will have to start getting up early, reading again, and blogging again.  I can’t say as the blog will be weekly like before, but I can’t say that it won’t. Not sure what I’ll be trying this year, FOR SURE.  Though, my friend T suggested that she and I watch horror flicks this year, and we’re going to write down some trivia questions. Later on in the year, to give us time, I’ll put up some trivia questions about horror flicks, and will probably make another spawn to give away, make it like a contest.

I’ll be sharing my spawn, as well. I feel a bit odd about sharing them AGAIN, I put them on facebook, twitter, pinterest and deviantART, but I guess the cool part of it being MY blog is that I can share…

I will have an extra day or so off before the end of the year, so I’ll write one more post this year, sort of my year in review, and plans for the new year, but it won’t be before christmas.  We don’t do a lot, but spend the day together, so it’s nice.

Before I end this post, I will share a picture of something I made for fun. My friend from WORM FOOD Studios (on facebook https://www.facebook.com/YOUAREWORMFOOD) had a contest, he wanted a picture of santa, being eaten by a worm. I didn’t win the contest, but here was my entry:

santa eaten by a worm, kims sticks and strings

 

If you celebrate, have a lovely holiday. And until next time, keep it creepy!!!

It’s Halloween Contest Time!!!

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Hello lovelies! I know, I’ve been writing less frequently, sorry about that.  Can’t quite come up with why, but I’m sure it’ll sort itself out.

So, I’m sure that you remember me saying at least once that I was going to have a Halloween story contest, similar to my Easter-Bunny one…think back, I’ll wait……… Ok, yea, you remember!  So now it’s time to give you the set-up, my guidelines for the story.  Just like in the Zombie Easter Bunny contest, I wrote a short story, I thought I’d set up the contest with a story.   I’ll be writing a bit afterward, so keep reading until the end.  

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   This spawn began as they all do, with me sitting and thinking about what I wanted it to look like,  choosing yarns and putting it and a couple of hooks in a Ziploc-type bag.   Then I put up a few pictures for inspiration, or look at any notes I’ve made and just kind of  try to “see” it in my head.  When I feel ready, I open my eyes and start…weird, lame, just part of my “ceremony” for starting a new spawn.  This time I never got a quite clear picture of him…he was always moving around!

I was distracted when I started this spawn.  This is was the first prize for my Halloween contest, and he had to be good.   I’ve made a Frankenstein’s monster before, but this one was going to be different (Boy, was he!!!).  He’s the first green one I’d made.  I really do like the off-white skin I typically create him with, it makes it look like he’s in a black and white movie, but I also like the green skinned monster from my childhood.  The one thing I did that I’d always wanted to see,  was to make him look like he’d been made of different people, which would give better reason for all the stitches.  Supposedly he’s made from different people, so he should look like it.    I was crazed with wanting to find the right combination of yarns and greens so that it looked and felt like he was made from different people.  I’ve blogged about how I get all crazed about things “looking right,” so this shouldn’t surprise you. 

I had really meant to have him done before the contest, I wanted folks to see what they were going to win.  It seemed proper and all.  But life gets away from you sometimes, and my life, well… there’s just lots going on.   I’d start him Saturday night, just to get a bit of work in before going to bed.  I’d work really hard on him, and send him out on Monday on the way to work. 

I stuck my finger with a needle while sewing in an end, which is not at all a rare occurrence.  I say, half-jokingly, that there are “special ingredients” that get put into each spawn, and that’s what makes them come to life… I like the image in my head of sprinkling special, secret, creepy ingredients into each spawn.  I didn’t really, really, believe that I needed to bleed for each spawn.    I feel a bit differently now, of course…  Usually, I stop when I stab myself 3 times enough to draw blood.  That’s my cut-off.  I figure when I’ve got 3 fingers that I’m trying to keep from bleeding on the yarn, that’s enough.  This time I was driven, I really wanted to get as much done as I could, so this time I decided I could keep going after the 3rd stab… But I kept stabbing myself with needles.   Not the same needle even, I used a few different needles when I use different fibers… stuck myself with each one…… in the very same finger… in the very same spot.     

The thirteenth time I stuck my finger, in the same spot, a drop of blood landed on the stuffing inside his head.  I’d almost bled on him the other times, but I ended up wiping it on my pants until it stopped bleeding, and then moved on.  It was a really big drop of blood.  Like really, really, big.  Of course I wiped off the blood I could see, but really, it’d dry up in a second.  I giggled for a second about “adding the secret ingredient,” and decided that it was time to put him down.  My finger hurt a lot, and I needed to get an adhesive bandage for it, have a glass of milk and try to calm down enough to go to sleep. 

I woke up at 5:30 am Sunday morning, as usual, fed the dogs, made coffee.  Then I pulled out yarn.  I never do that.  I need time to wake up before I play with yarn.  I usually read a bit, facebook some, check twitter, do some chores, and then late morning/early afternoon, I start in with the yarn. I like to create after chores and responsibilities are done, so I get more uninterrupted time.  This morning I couldn’t wait to get my hands on my spawn.  It was understandable. It was possible that if I just worked very intently, I could finish him that day, I just had to focus. The house was completely quiet—my husband doesn’t wake up super early like I do, he’s a night owl, so he’d just been asleep maybe 3 hours…maybe. He’d be out for awhile.  The dogs would settle back into sleep pretty quickly, and I could work unbothered.

I’d finished more of his torso than I’d remembered, only a couple rows and I could start the legs.  Man was I tired last night…  I barely remembered working on his face,  but it looked how I’d wanted it to.  I usually saved that for the end, I like getting some personality in the body, and then creating the face, but I’d decided to give him one anyway.  I liked his eyes, they weren’t anything more than a few wee stitches with black and white embroidery thread, but still, they had a bit of something behind them… I love making the eyes, they’re the windows to their creepy little souls…  Did he just smile at me?

I’d been working for what seemed like ever, but was really only 3 hours. I’d finished the body, his legs, and his arms.  He was a monstrously handsome vision in black and green yarns.  But it was time to go get a shower, have something to eat, and take the dogs to the park, my husband was giving me that look that says, “Do you really have to crochet all the time?”  I shot him a look that said “Sometimes, yes,” but went and got a shower anyway.

Nearly the entire time we were at the park I was slightly irritated.   It was too bright.  There were too many people.  It was too warm.   It wasn’t yarny enough…  My husband could read me, and probably finally was bothered enough by my whinging that he said, “Fine!  Let’s go home, you’re making me crazy!”  I practically skipped to the car.

We got home, I got myself some more coffee, and sat down in my spot.  There he was, my monster, laying in his bag with all his yarns and hooks.  I took him out and straightened his fingers and adjusted his jacket……… I totally didn’t remember making him a jacket.  I’d thought about it, all the movies had him in a jacket, with sleeves that are too short, so that you could see the scars at his wrists.  I’d thought about it… but I hadn’t quite decided on grey or black… I’d thought.   I’ve been kind of tired lately, and there really has been so many things going on in the back of my mind that I’ve felt a bit on auto-pilot, but… Well, I’d obviously decided on the black jacket since his sleeves were already black, and it was a good choice, he looked really good in the black jacket… did he just wink at me?

Well, since I’d already taken care of the jacket, all I needed to do was give him hair, and look at him once more really closely for anything that needed attention, wee ends that needed to be cut a bit closer, errant threads, bits of fluff trying to escape.  I picked up the black thread I was using as hair, and a sharp needle and stuck the needle in his head… did he cringe ever so slightly as I stuck the needle in?  I pulled the thread through, and stuck the needle in him again, looking really closely at him, just to make sure.  Of course he didn’t cringe!  Crazy much!  I needed to finish this spawn, and then take a break for a day or so.   I continued to sew in hair, it didn’t take long.  The very last thread I tried to sew into several stitches, and several different pieces of yarn, for a good anchor.  It was really hard to pull the needle through, so I gripped it really tightly, and pushed the needle through the yarn, and into, and out of, the tip of my thumb, and through some more yarn.  It’s happened before that I’d pushed a needle through the very tip of my thumb, it’s mostly callused, and I usually just pull the thread through, and cut it.  It’s never gone through quite so deeply before… or come out with blood.  I looked at my thumb, it hurt more than it usually did when I stuck a needle in it. It was actually throbbing.  Had to finish him.  I picked up my scissors, pulled the thread taut and cut it as close to the scalp as I could.  Ok, so there was a bit of blood in the thread that was inside his head.  People paint with their blood ALL THE TIME!!!   I looked at his hair, which perfectly complimented his face (which is probably why I had decided to put his face on so early).  Hey wait, he was done!!!  I held him up, turned him around, over, moved his arms and legs, twisted his head, checked his hair to see that there were no holes or places that needed just a bit more attention.  Nothing.  As much as I’d felt like I wasn’t fully attending to him, I must have been, all his ends were woven  in and cut close, all the yarns and threads in the right places, none of the fluff trying to escape.  He was…just right.   I smiled big.  I always know when a spawn is done, I contemplate keeping it.  I turned him around, “walked” him across my lap, put his arms up into the classic Frankenstein’s monster pose… and my husband handed me a plate of food.  It was 6:30 pm.  He looked kinda miffed, as if I’d been ignoring him all day for something made of yarn, but he’s really understanding.  I put the spawn down, and ate my dinner … tacos, mmm, one of my favorites!  I ate the four tacos on my plate in a few minutes.  My husband had just sat down with his plate when I got up to get more.    I sat down with 3 more tacos, and finished them on in just a few more minutes.  The husband looked at me like I was some kind of freak…ok, I was gobbling, but I was hungry.  When I came back from the kitchen and sat down again, he said, “You worked on him all day.  When I asked you what you wanted for dinner you grunted at me.  I asked you to feed the dogs, you grunted, but didn’t do it.  When he is all done, I’d like you to spend your next day off with me, and no yarn.  I never ask that, but I think I deserve it now and again.”  He was right.  I never took a day off from  yarn, except when I was sick.  And he IS really understanding, and, well, the spawn was done. I told him Tuesday, my next day off, was all his, but now I needed to take some pictures.

I got out my camera, and Brainy, and some of the other creations I had around, some mine, some made by others.  It was like a party!  They all wore the feather boa and took pictures with the new monster, there was some dancing, I got up to go find some more props, and it was 10 pm… my husband was in bed watching a movie on his phone…  I had taken 117 pictures… I really needed sleep, I had to go to work tomorrow.

I woke up about 5:30, same as usual, feeling tired, like I’d been running all night.  I remembered running in my dreams.  And there was lots of blood… and my Franken-spawn was walking around, talking to me… but that’s all happened before, so…it was just Monday creeping in on me.  I went on with my usual routine, feeding the dogs, making some coffee, checking facebook and twitter, but I kept hearing things.  I looked all over the house, thought the husband had left his phone playing a movie, or music, nothing.  As I walked back in to sit down, I kicked the bag with my spawn in it.  I didn’t think I’d left it in the middle of the floor, but, well, maybe I kicked it there or something.  I put him, and the address of the winner with all my stuff that I take to work, and went to get in the shower. I had to leave a few minutes early to go to the mailing center, so I could mail the spawn.  I got out of the shower, got ready for work, and walked into the living room to get my stuff…  I thought I’d left my stuff in the middle of the floor, as usual, not leaning up against the door.  Grr, Mondays…   Got to the mailing center, found a box the Franken-spawn fit into,  and gave him one last look before closing the lid… HE WINKED AT ME AND SMILED, WITH TEETH!  I DIDN’T GIVE HIM TEETH!!!

I must have been looking bewildered for a bit, the guy behind the counter took the box, and the address I had on the counter, typed it into the computer, and said “Mondays really suck don’t they!!!”  I couldn’t respond.  My spawn just winked and smiled.  I don’t really give them that ability… I may pretend I do, I may say I do, I definitely WISH I could, but…  “Ok, we’ll add this to your account.  He’ll go out at noon, and be there on Friday. See you later!”  I looked down at the box on the counter, it scooted itself toward the mail bin and hopped in!!! 

I slowly walked back to my car, and just sat for a minute.  What had I seen?  Should I go back and get the package?  Did they all do this, and I just didn’t know?  What was going to happen when he got where he was going?                                                                                                                                                                                      ♦

So, in the story are just basic guidelines.  Your stories should be about what happens to the spawn once I leave…it can pick up with the spawn in the mail, or once it gets to YOUR house,  The first prize spawn is a Frankenstein’s monster, he’s green, and he’s got some special ingredients that I knew about before sending him to you, but now the story is yours.

I’ve just started the first prize but he won’t take long, and there will be 4 keychains for some of the really great stories that didn’t win.  All prize updates will be on my facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/KimsCreepyCreations .  That’s also where the official contest is being held.  There will be a pinned post during the contest you can add your story to, or if you don’t facebook, you can email me at kimperial1492@gmail.com, in the subject line write Halloween Contest Entry.  I’d also like to ask for permission to put your stories up on my blog after the contest.  All entries have to be on the official post on facebook, or in to my email midnight PST, September 30, 2013.  My plan is to read and judge the entries during that week and choose winners by the end of the first weekend in October.

The legal stuff: Facebook isn’t responsible for my contest, for the  judging or for the prizes. Facebook doesn’t get any information from me about you, and other than that’s where my page originates, facebook doesn’t have anything to do with my contest.

It’s possible I won’t update much until the end of the contest, when I put all the stories up on their own page for you all to read! I’m super excited to get some cool Halloween stories to read.  I should probably  go work on my Franken-monster, to finish him before the contest ends.  I’ve got to make something worth writing a story for!!!

KEEP IT CREEPY!!!

My Creations Make The World Die A Bit??? Now I’m Mad With Power!!!

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Hello lovelies!  Hope all is well with you, and that you’re ready for another installment of the crazy-ness that lives in my brains…just a reminder, NOT SAFE FOR WORK OR KIDS!

This week I’ve felt a bit like I was running around  screaming  EEEEEEEEE in a really high pitched voice.  Work has been a bit frantic.  My boss is pregnant, due in about 2 weeks, but, well, who knows… it’s her first baby.  AND we’re having an auction at work next week~if folks don’t pay their storage unit rent on time, they can accrue fees, and if they keep not paying we let them get to 2 months usually, and then they go to auction, after all the appropriate notices have been sent.  It’s  a stressful time, folks keep calling trying to get their stuff back for cheap, and they like to yell. OH, and if my boss goes into labor early, I will have to work alone and be at the auction…EEEEEEE!

I’m also kicking it into high gear with the spawn! Making a tarantula, life sized, and Samara Morgan from The Ring

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…and a bear and a dog, and so many other things, AND NOW, suddenly, I’ve got this need to start working on a skull pattern of my own.  I’ve been using Lion’s skull pattern http://www.lionbrand.com/patterns/70464A.html , but I really want to make my own.  I’d like it to be about softball/grapefruit sized, with light worsted weight, so that it’s smaller with thread.  I’m currently waiting more impatiently for stores to put up Halloween items, so I can find a nice model.  Yes, totally busy, and now my brain won’t let me rest…I’ve got several different ideas for Frankenstein’s monsters, this skull, and a list… I’m not complaining, either, just helping you understand the EEEEEEEE!

I’ve also been noticing more the shortcuts we take, which I think in part is due to social media.  some stuff which is banal, and some stuff that just makes me feel like we’re unbecoming humans.

Some of the lighter stuff  is thread jacking, of which I am a complete GUILTY!  I will comment on someone’s  thread, and then start a conversation with someone, not the person who the thread belongs to, and just take off…I really should create a new conversation, or talk in a chat box, but I don’t.  It’s probably the equivalent of jumping into someone’s conversation and changing it without asking.  I do it lots, sorry if it’s happened to you.   I DO know folks who dislike it very much, and while I try not to…I also don’t frequent the thread of those people. I like organic conversations, I like to see where they go.  Sometimes that’s not always appropriate, but…I did say sorry.

There are people who’ve just completely lost all their social niceties.  Maybe they didn’t have any to begin with, maybe they’re rude as hell in real life, and I’m lucky enough not to have to see it.  I know I mentioned in on Facebook, but it could do with some expansion…  I’ve seen, and had a few, negative commenters lately, and I wanna know  WHAT THE HELL!?!  People come right out and say “I don’t like that,” “The colors are off,” “You need photography lessons,”  “That would be better in blue,” “Why don’t you make those hats you made last year,” “When are you going back to making things like you used to?” and I saw someone say “Hey, I can make those, I can have a shop and make things and sell them too!” I got a pm the other day, “You know you’re not a real artist, don’t you?” to which I responded “You know you’re not a decent person, don’t you?.” right before blocking them.  And then someone did send me a message that said “When people are no longer interested in ugly or creepy things, they will realize you aren’t talented at all. Your “work” isn’t beautiful or thoughtful. A bit of the world dies each time one of your dolls goes out.”  A BIT OF THE WORLD DIES?!? REALLY?!?  REALLY REALLY???

I totally had no idea my creations had so much power…MUAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAH!

Now. to just put all those people together into one group, and just respond to them en masse:

DEAR BITCHES… What the hell?  As creators, ARTISTS, makers of wonderful things, we don’t care if YOU don’t like it.  If it wasn’t made for YOU, you can kindly shut it, because you’re not only making yourself look like a tactless dolt, but it really is just plain rude.  Folks don’t like it when people question their mamas but here goes nothing:  Didn’t your mama teach you if you don’t have something nice to say, then SHUT THE HELL UP YOU IGNORANT ASS!  The world, and all it’s kabillions (actual term, means lots and lots) of people are NOT here to please YOU!  If you don’t like the art,creation, picture, comment, don’t click the like button!!! Wow so simple!  Actually going out of your way to tell an artist you don’t like their work is rude/stupid/shitty/mean/hurtful/pathetic/means something more about the person who left the comment.    It means I wouldn’t like to know you as a person.  There are many pieces I’m not into, and pass up without clicking like.  I don’t always click the like button for yarn crafts, so you know.  I’m not a mum, so chances are I won’t click like for anything baby, but that’s not a hard and fast rule.  I click the like button for friends, their works, especially ones that they’ve really been working at, for the effort, and, well, a bunch of other reasons, as well as that I like it.  I click like for some cute  stuff, depending on whose work it is, if I really like it, or if  it inspires me to think about a creepy version (sometimes I see your cute work and I want to make the monster/zombie/creepy version, that’s inspiration too!)  But if I don’t like it, I just don’t click like.  That’s all.  IF someone is asking for critiques, just so you know, “I don’t like it” really doesn’t cut it.  I’m sure, after being shocked by your straightforwardness, the artist doesn’t care about your opinion again.   If I walk into a store, and let’s face it, our facebook pages are our “virtual stores (and hangouts),” I wouldn’t look at something and tell the proprietor “I don’t like this.”  It’s rude, inappropriate, and chances are that person will SAY something like “Well, take a look around, maybe we’ve got something else you like better,” but WHAT THEY WANT TO SAY IS “Turn the hell around and march your happy ass out of my store you rude bitch, there is nothing here I will sell you!”  Now, when you buy from an online store, that is really a facebook page, things are a bit less formal.  You are greeted by a cover photo, maybe some info from the artist, there are usually photo albums to look at, and you have the options to click the like button and leave comments, if you like stuff, or, if you don’t like it, YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE THE PAGE! If you don’t like something, leave.  Don’t go back to that page!  Try to act more mature than a gradeschooler!

When it comes down to it, leaving a negative comment says more about you than you know.   It says you’re rude, that you think you’re owed something in life.  You “think” your opinion matters, should matter, to most, because “it’s a good one.” Leaving negative comments says you’ve got sour grapes about something in your life…you could have made this, you wish you had time/the ability/felt a creative spark.  It says you’re narrow-minded and controlling…did I mention I don’t want to know you?  Did I mention if I ever happened to know someone who wanted to tell an artist they didn’t like something or to change the color or some kind of shit I’d kick them straight in their bung hole as they walked away!!!  I’d do it!

*sigh* There are some days that all the political blaming and crappy negative on my facebook newsfeed drive me to only look at the art posts. most of which I’ve got on a list, so that I go to that list, and only see those posts.  But when idiots leave rude comments I want to hug the creator, and kick the offender.

ARTISTS OF ALL GENRES: It is completely ok to hide the comment, and block that person. There is no need to subject yourself to that. All negative comments are immediately hidden, I often leave a pearl of wisdom, and then I block that person.  I don’t need them in my virtual if I wouldn’t have them in my real life!

Really, people don’t re-read what they’re posting, I swear.  I sometimes type out things, and when I re-read, I may not like how it comes off…so I don’t post it…hell, you CAN delete it too.  I think I’d like to know that folks consider what they’re releasing out into the world before they do it.  I’ve gone back later and not liked something and deleted it.  We’ve got the ability to constantly re-evaluate ourselves, and make things better, make things “right” or even to change them.  I know there are people who already think they are amazing, and don’t need to change a thing… I don’t want to know those folks.

So, I told you I was going to let you in on the crazies, didn’t I?  It may not be much of anything, the stuff I blog, but the pressure release valve is back to “normalish” again.  A semi-peaceful state has been returned to the Kimdom, and all will live creepily after!  Seriously, blogging helps sort my head, the creatures scratching around upstairs feel less stressed, and…crazily enough to me, some of you read this and comment!!! I love you!!!  Ok, have to go, things to do, parts of the world to kill with my creations!

KEEP IT CREEPY!!

I Love My Friends…

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Hello, my lovelies! Glad to see you here again! This post really is about you!

It has been a particularly good week for me, nothing really out of the ordinary has happened.  I’ve been working on Calvin and Hobbes characters for my friend Danny. For those of you not from the U.S., Calvin and Hobbes were comic strip characters created by Bill Waterson, a boy and his stuffed tiger, who the boy, Calvin, saw as a quite tall, upright walking tiger, who could talk.

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It was pretty popular in the mid to late 1980s, yes, dating myself, and it was in the daily paper, and there was a color half page on Sundays.

Here’s mine

Calvin and Hobbes by Kim's Sticks and Strings

Danny always makes me stretch.  He never just asks for a zombie, or something simple.   AND he orders everything as a keychain–he collects them, there’s one for most major happenings in his life. So everything I’ve made him also has a keyring on it.  But we’ve been friends since high school, and, well, I enjoy a challenge, and don’t mind putting a keyring on something…now my spawn get to be part of his giant collection.

Danny was the first to order a Grinch, and It got all  kinds of love.  His was special, he has my zombie eyes, and is wearing a hat. He’s also holding Cindy Lou Who’s dead-head…

My first grinch

Danny also ordered a flying monkey and an Oompa Loompa, from the first movie.

My Flying Monkey and Oompa Loompa from Kim's Sticks and Strings

But this post really isn’t too much about what I’ve been making, but more about all my wonderful friends, especially, the hookers.   I’ve commented to my friend Teeni of late, I am so very impressed with “our hookers.”   I’ve mentioned before that I’m an administrator for The Treblemaking Hookers, https://www.facebook.com/TreblemakingHookers, a crochet community on facebook that promotes the love, business, and art of crochet.  So when we talk about “our hookers,” it’s about the folks who are regular participants on the page, and on our yarny pages, and you know who you are!  You are the folks I connect with daily, weekly, regularly about projects, have chat  and giggle sessions with, and who I appreciate so very much.   We have days where we celebrate finished products, and pattern designers,  and these hookers are so positive and supportive of each other, it just makes me so happy!

And this week, this same group of hookers, our hookers, MY HOOKERS, as well as my other friends, and creepy lovers, fellow artists, amazing minds have given me so much  LOVE, with the best part of it being that I was in a place that allowed me to just go ahead and appreciate it all.  Add to that with a couple of folks getting their packages and totally being so very happy, and it’s a pretty great week.  I think that I’m finally settling in, and feeling a little less crazy, and I allowed myself to just sink into how wonderful all my friends are.  I feel pretty blessed.

I’ve told you some of the negative things that go on in my head, from way back.  And also in my head are the voices that tell me I’m not that talented.  I’m sure a few of you probably hear that voice once in awhile… NEVER BELIEVE THAT VOICE!!! DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE!!!  That voice can steal your mojo, leave you feeling terrible about yourself, and is really wrong.  That voice is very counter-creative!  That voice has been pretty silent this week, which is pretty cool!

 I invite you all, hookers,  artist,  writers, readers, moms, dads, friends, to try to listen to the words of your friends, and families, and loved ones, instead of the negative things you may focus on.  Even for just a weekend…just put the negative out of your mind. I know it’s hard, trust me.  And remember, too, that you have to give back.  You have to be one of those positive voices for others; you have to help stifle the negativity.  But the benefits are amazing.  When we lift each other up, we lift ourselves up, as a whole.   With the way the world is today, all the negativity, why not set out to be a bit more positive?  Why not be one of those positive, nurturing voices for someone?  I am so very grateful to each and every one of the folks this week who has been so über wonderful!  So go ahead, tell someone something nice, give someone a pat on the back, find someone who may be having a low day, and give em a bit of encouragement.  It’s not only lovely to hear, but is so very good for you, as well.  *whispers* I love you, all my friends!

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So, I’m nearly done with “the big Hobbes,” the one that Calvin sees. Then they will be off to the post. AND THEN IT’S BACK TO CREEPY DOLLS!  I really do love creepy dolls the most, though I’ll be making a few more “non-creepy” things over the next few months, and am excited about all of them!   *whispers*  Next, I’m making a  life sized Pink-toe Tarantula and Samara, from The Ring…yay for possible creepy dreams!!! Oh and some zombies, and an Ash Bear…well, it looks like I need to go put some yarn and a hook in hand, yarnspawn still aren’t making themselves…

HAVE A SUPER WONDERFUL, CREATIVE WEEK, SHARE A LITTLE LOVE, AND, AS ALWAYS, KEEP IT CREEPY!!! 

Just Another Week, and Some More Hooker Talk…

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Hello friends, lovely seeing you here!  

Just a quick note, swearing abounds when I start talking about pattern thieves later on…they really get my goat!

Am settling into a routine at work, getting the hang of it.  I’ve been spending a bit more time alone at work, my boss is pregnant and due in a month, and her mum, who works there with me, has been taking her to some dr appointments, classes, etc.  It’s been a bit odd to get used to: I have their dogs in the office with me, and when I leave the office, to show a unit or use the facilities, I have to lock the office doors, but unlock the childgates that keep the dogs in, one gets separation anxiety and will hurt herself trying to get through the gate.  There is a good chance, since one of the dogs gets such separation anxiety that I might have to dog sit when the baby comes, they don’t do well alone for more than an hour or so (they’re 11 and 13, so they need good schedules and things they can rely on).  They’re very good dogs, my work dogs, and I suspect that when I said I didn’t mind having the dogs with me while I work, that’s part of what helped me get the job.

So anyway, work was good, the 8 hours goes by quickly, and I can get a wee bit of crochet done, not usually a spawn, for those I usually have lots of bits and wire out and pliers and scissors, and well, too involved for work, since I don’t take  a lunch break.  I’ve been trying a 2D  sugar skull.  I looked at a few pictures of crocheted ones, and knew I could do that.  Here’s my first one, ready for some embroidered hearts and designs.  They’ll probably be slightly different looking, I’d like to try ones with different flowers in the eyes, or hearts.

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I spoke a bit about hookers stealing patterns, or changing a few things and calling it their own.  It’s been quite a topic for conversation amongst hookers this last week.  I likened it to recipes, you can’t take Gordon Ramsey’s famous recipe, add a pinch of salt, a half cup of shallots, and cook for 5 minutes more, and call it your own, and publish it in a book.  BUT, before the internet and things, folks used to do that, minus the publishing part.  They’d take recipes, alter to taste, and then call it “Jenny’s special recipe,” sharing that recipe with friends and family as their own.  With the internet, and the ability to share being so easy, we now know that Jenny’s special recipe was not her own, but a recipe someone else created from scratch, and now Jenny is claiming credit.  Well, hookers are doing the same thing.  Some lazy hookers find patterns, change a few stitches, and then call it their own, even sell it, knowing that they didn’t do “the work” involved in creating a pattern from the bottom up (or top down as some of us create).  There are supposed percentages one can change a pattern and claim it as different, I call bullshit.  BULLSHIT!!! It’s not a new, different pattern, it’s the same original one with modifications.

The U.S. copyright office says patterns “MAY  BE” able to be copyrighted,  and that one may be considered copyrighted as soon as it is written down or put onto an electronic device that allows one to view it.  http://www.copyright.gov  Of course, none of us have/can seem to find a copyright lawyer friend, so no one knows for sure.  It is not copyright protected until you actually go do the paperwork.  You CAN do the work after someone steals it,  but they can always say it was written before yours, and then try to counter…it’s a mess.  There is a link to an article that says patterns are not generally copyrightable:  http://www.tabberone.com/Trademarks/CopyrightLaw/Patterns.shtml , which throws all kinds of other things out.  There are folks who are considering NOT creating anymore patterns because of some ASSHOLES.  I’d call them assholes to their face, that’s probably the nicest thing I’d call them. I’d throw in lazy, lame, untalented, and pathetic.  I know there are many, many bear patterns, but I swear, if you just start looking at what IS out there, you can come up with something that isn’t.  I do it all the time.  When I start a new project, though I’m not working up a pattern for it, I look at what has been made before, and make sure that my work is completely different.  I’ve never had a hard time doing that, and so I really can’t come up with a good reason for anyone else to do it.  If someone else has created the perfect pattern for something you like, use it, contact that designer if you can and tell her/him, spread the love.  That will get you many more positive reactions that for ONE PERSON to find out you’re a pattern thief.  And if I find out, you’re pretty much ruined… I’m not shy about telling folks “this person fancies herself a designer but is nothing more than a lame, talentless hack.”  I’ll blog about it, tweet it, facebook it, put it on pinterest and deviantART, I have friends who will do the same.  I’ll put it on reddit, we all know how things go viral there…

I just want to shake these people.  They’re causing real designers, real hookers with real talents, to possibly quit doing the thing they like. No one wants  to create a pattern for something,  only to have someone else claim it as their intellectual property.  Thieves are stifling actual talented folks!  That makes me so mad!!!  Again, it’s part of why I don’t create patterns.  I’m not so very gracious as to share what came from MY brain with someone else who couldn’t possibly create anything like that…  Bitchy?  Maybe, but at least I’m truthful.  Of course if good designers stopped sharing their ideas the thieves would have less to steal from, or maybe have to actually use their brains and create for themselves…ooo, actual work.

I really am so very irritated by these people.  I’d love to know this is reaching at least one person who steals, or someone who knows someone who does.  I’d love to know that someone reads this, and then when a friend offers to “share” a pattern she paid for, says “Nothanks, that’s stealing. I’ll buy it myself, it’s well priced.” (or ‘I’ll design one for myself that I really like”)   I’d love to know that someone reads this and becomes outraged when someone they know tries to claim credit for a pattern they just changed a bit.  This isn’t just about thieving. It’s about the artists, the creators, THE PEOPLE.  I don’t want to know those thieves.  They aren’t good people.  Someone who is willing to lie, and claim credit for someone else’s ideas, even if “changed” isn’t a good person.  Not someone worth knowing, and I’m actually sad that they know how to crochet. I like to think of hookers, or those who crochet, as good people, but this just lets me know there are some asshole hookers out there I might like to smash the fingers of…oh yea, I’m hard core!!!

I still wish for and look for a good forum to reach folks. I will also blog about it on occasion, so you’ll read about it more.  Probably until folks stop doing it.  No artist wants their creations stolen.  I’m sure if the crocheted sandal was on the other foot, and they finally created something on their own, the thieves wouldn’t want someone else to claim credit.  That’s how we have to think, would we want this to happen to us?  Even if your patterns are free, it’s nice to hear “Wow, thanks for this pattern it’s amazing, just what I wanted!”

 

So, I’m making Calvin and Hobbes for my friend Dan

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Hobbes, the stuffed version,  is next.

Well, that’s what I’ve got… working on spawn, outraged by hacks. Loving my new home, my short commute, my job, the husband and dogs and cat.  It’s about time for me to put in a creepy movie and start hooking. I’ll see you next time!

Keep it creepy!!!