Krampus

He making a list he’s checking it twice

and the entire time he is doing that 

Krampus feels a little tingle in his toes.

AI Art by The Pumpkin Empress

 

Hellhound Sunday

For Jim Adam’s song lyric Sunday I chose a song that was recorded  in 1937 and to this day best performed ‘unplugged’ both live and in the studio.

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When I was young, someone played this song for me on the guitar.

It was a spooky song about a Hellhound chasing a man to his death.

The song painted a picture in my mind’s eye of a man running through darkness, sadness and in terror.

Afterwards the person who sang it to me said, ‘ this is a song about a man who is running because a lynch mob is after him.’

I knew what a lynch mob was- and I knew I had understood the song perfectly. It was a horror song about a man being chased to his death by a monster.

I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve
And tomorrow was Christmas Day
If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day
Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby?
All I would need my little sweet rider just
To pass the time away, huh-huh
To pass the time away
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm
Mmm, around my door, all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder
All around your daddy’s door, hmm-hmm-hmm
It keep me with ramblin’ mind, rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go
I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Hmm-hmm hmm-mmm
All I need’

Brrrrrr Months

Daily Prompt: What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

My favorite months are the ” Ber ” months

Sebastian Luczywo
Frosty Autumn

That’s

October

( for obvious reasons)

Photo A.M. Moscoso
October 2023 This was my granddaughter’s favorite Halloween display because she loved the ‘baby’ skeleton.

November because it that sweet spot between Autumn and Winter

November Afternoon, Stapleton Park
John Atkinson Grimshaw

and

December

Artist Unknown

The ‘ber’ months are cold, they are dark and they are filled with mystery, ghosts and all of those things are touched with shades of red, gold and orange- and if we are lucky – a fine dusting of snow too.

What is there not to love about such glorious months?

Christmas Eve, 1887, (oil on canvas), Millais, John Everett (1829-96)

A Ghostly Reminder

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I thought I’d repost a fun thing I wrote about telling ghost stories at Christmas back in November of ’22

Last week my day job has expanded a bit, so I’ve been focused on learning some new things- which is okay but it is NOT okay for my writing time ( which has suffered ). This post is going to get me  back on track so I thought I’d share it with you just in case anyone needs a little creativity boost themselves.

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Earlier this month I posted a story about my family telling ghost stories at Christmas- it’s a Victorian Tradition and one that I really enjoy taking part in. I’ve posted some links here for a little inspiration and if this Winter you have that feeling in your bones ( that can only be a ghost story trying to make it’s way into the world ) then you might find these useful too.

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How To Write A Victorian Christmas Ghost Story

Best Thriller and Suspense Writing Prompts of 2021 (reedsy.com)

Writing Prompts About Ghosts