Saturday, November 22, 2014

This tune always cheers me up. Thank you Michael Nesmith!


A minor emergency...

A minor emergency.

Once again we find ourselves in a situation where my wife's meds have run out before my paycheck. Now she isn't going to die without them and we have been through this before but she will be uncomfortable.

So if you have any change left after buying your turkeys and stuffing please help if you can.

There are 32 days left until Christmas and Santa is already looking burnt out...


IN THIS TWILIGHT - tales of lost gods and fragile transformations


This collection of 13 stories transports you to a world where both dreams and monsters lurk in the shadows, where love and forgotten rituals fight for control of the human heart, and where the madness of eternity can be glimpsed in a single segmented eye...

Friday, November 21, 2014

Otis Jiry can scare you in three minutes or two hours- choose your poison!

From OTIS JIRY'S CREEPYPASTA CRYPT



Overtime, the Night Blogger and other madness...

Well, it looks like I am going to have to change my Night Blogger posting schedule to a bi-weekly format. My workload has been slowing me down and I haven't been able to keep up on videos and podcasts either. THE COLD INSIDE will continue to be posted weekly since that novel is complete.

Thanks for sticking with me through all the changes...


You don't have to believe the stories on my blog, you can dismiss them as good hallucinations or bad fiction if you want to but they're all true. The darkness was never empty, there are things that wait for the innocent and unwary to turn their backs. What is it you think I'm talking about here? Ghosts? Vampires? Ghouls? If only it were that simple. The creatures of the night are still out there but they're not shadowing your every footstep. They just check your status updates from the comfort of their tombs.

All I ever wanted was to be a Do-It-Yourself style reporter but more often than I like I find myself becoming part of my stories. It turns out gods and monsters don't like their secrets getting out any more than your standard politician or celebrity. We all know how this is going to turn out in the end; I'm already long overdue for jail, the looney bin or a guest of honor spot at a monster buffet but until that fateful day I'm not going to back down or give up.

My name is Brian Foster and some people call me The Night Blogger.

But I wish they wouldn't it's kinda cheesy.





Storyline In Progress





Completed Stories





Part Three: Digging In The Dirt
Part Four: The Red Chimes
Part Five: Back From The Shadows Again
Part Six: The Devil's In The House Of The Rising Sun
Part Seven: The House Of Gorgo
Part Eight: The Parliament Of Moloch
Part Nine: Under The Eye Of Luna
Part Ten: The Tale Of Detective Bradshaw
Part Eleven: Waiting For The Mortician Or Someone Like Him
Part Twelve: The Shape On The Stairwell
Part Thirteen: It's What's Inside That Counts
Part Fourteen: Dies Irae






Chloë Grace Moretz ( @ChloeGMoretz ) + "Celebrities Read Mean Tweets" = FLAWLESS VICTORY!

You go girl!

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Latest GoFundMe update...


Just checking in before the Thanksgiving Holiday. I have to work that day but here is hoping you don't have to! My wife is almost a 100% recovered from the surgery and her Crohn's disease seems to be in remission. Joint pain is still an issue, so she still has the occasional sleepless night. That's the next thing to take care of I guess. Here is hoping that 2015 will be a much less... exciting year. That being said the bills are still there, nibbling away at our ability to keep food in the fridge and gas in the car. Anything you can do would be appreciated...

Catch a painted pony...

Monday, November 17, 2014

Now THIS is what I call a tattoo!

Found via LAUGHING SQUID


The Cold Inside (a serial novel) Thirteenth Interlude

The Cold Inside
Thirteenth Interlude
By AL BRUNO III

Wednesday April 10, 1991


The screams woke him, the pain came after. When he lifted his head from the school library carpet rivulets of blood dripped form his chin. Something on Greg Fletcher’s side felt ripped. When he reached down to clutch at it his hands came back soaked

Someone was begging and sobbing, a single gunshot silenced them. From where Greg was lying he could just catch sight of the figure in a long dark coat calmly reloading. There was no mistaking him.

“Jeff?” Greg dared a whisper, “I think that’s Jeff.” He caught a glimpse of his girlfriend Janice Tillman. She was lying perfectly still behind the book return bin. Greg couldn’t see her face but she had to be playing possum like he was, she just had to be.

Please God. Anything, I’ll do anything.

Someone had pulled a fire alarm before they’d been gunned down, the empty ringing of bells filled the halls of Colonie Village Junior High. Greg tried to find hope in that sound, it meant help was coming. Someone would save him, and Jan.

She’s all right. Please God. Please.

The tickle of a cough hung on the edge of his every breath. He struggled to keep it in check. Greg wondered how much blood he had lost. 

He had been standing in the library with Jan, surreptitiously holding her hand and making plans for their next date. Their first date without a chaperone, Greg’s Dad was going to drop them off at the roller rink at 7 and pick them up at 9. That left more than enough time for skating, some ice cream and a chance to follow up on those first kisses from last week. The gunfire had come from nowhere. The sight of a nearby student collapsing had frozen Greg in place. He hadn’t been able to do anything but stand there and get shot.

A student was crouched behind the microfiche viewer. He broke into a run but Jeff Hayes was ready, turning on his heel and firing twice. The first shot caught him in the shoulder, knocking him off his feet. The second caught him in the back of the head.

The survivors started groveling and sobbing all over again. Jeff started to make his way among them, firing a single shot at each of the prone figures.

None of this made any sense to Greg; he and Jeff had been best friends since grade school and there had never been a cruel thought in his head. They had shared a love of superheroes and a desire to enter the ministry when they got older. Things had changed recently, Jeff’s parents had pulled him out of school and changed churches. Greg had tried to keep in touch but every time he happened to catch Jeff on the street or elsewhere he’d found him distant and elusive.

Was this why? Had he been planning this all along? Greg risked another glimpse of Jan, Is this all my fault?

A cough escaped from his lips, he tried to stifle it but it was no use. He choked and gasped, blood filling his mouth. Before he could catch his breath Greg was kicked onto his back. 

“Janice is dead.” Jeff Hayes said,  “I’m sorry.”

“No.”

“She loved you. She was pure, just like you. Just like everyone here.”

“Why…”

“If an innocent man is killed in the pursuit of sinners that makes him a martyr, they go right to Heaven no matter what.” Jeff looked around the library, “I saved everyone here.”

“You killed her.” Greg said, “You killed Jan.”

“I saved her. She’s with Jesus now. It’s ok that she’s a Jew.” A pencil rolled from a desk and clattered to the floor. Jeff Hayes straightened and went over to investigate. Greg clenched his eyes tight at the high pitched cry and the crack of the rifle shot.

Please God… I’ll do whatever you want…

“She was real too.”

Jeff’s voice startled Greg awake, he could barely keep his eyes open. It hadn’t felt like he was drowsy it felt like he was being overtaken by something, overtaken and swallowed whole. “Please... Jeff…”

“You can’t tell who’s pure and who isn’t until they bleed.” Jeff got on all fours and leaned in closer, “It was just like Reverend Ferdman said, there are people that look like us but inside they’re demons.”

“Demons?” Greg found pictures from the Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual falling through his mind at the mere mention of the word.

“Sometimes I didn’t believe it either.” Jeff sat on the floor, “I think we were all of us looking in the wrong place.”

Greg tried to say something but he was too weak, it was an effort to just think. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open.

“Don’t be sad. You and Jan are going to Heaven, I made sure.” Jeff smiled, “The good guys always win in the end. You know, Magwier said-”

There was a crash as a half dozen policemen charged into the library knocking Jeff Hayes to the ground. In the mayhem one of the policemen stumbled and fell atop Greg Fletcher but Greg didn’t make a sound. He was barely breathing at all.