Scary October – #23

Here’s a brief excerpt and link to a truly scary short story by Diane Dickson that I wanted to share with you. She’s a member of the Shortbread Stories group that publishes short stories for those who are members, but you don’t need to be a member to read her story. She is currently sharing installments of her latest serial story, The Grave on her website, so you might want to stop by here and see what that’s all about, too.

As for this one, she says it “was originally included in a collection of Halloween stories last year and I thought it might be good to put it on here for this year’s season of fright and freakiness.” Sounds like it will be perfect for today’s post so, here it is:

One Last Look

The dark was viscous, she believed her eyes were open but blinked them to make sure. The flashlight was a good one, huge and heavy and now in her hand about as much use as a chocolate teapot.

She tried to visualize the last thing she had seen…

Read more: Short Story: One Last Look | Shortbread

Please follow the link. It’s well worth it, if you like spine-tingling tales. Oh, and I’m still looking for spooky stuff, if you’re willing to share. 🙂

Scary October – Day 8

Hi, Folks! Welcome to another Day of Scary October!

For the first order of business, I’d like to pass on a link to Tim Kane Books. On Friday he gave reviews of some zombie movies I think you might like. He called his post Five Funny Undead Movies. He also twittered about a man’s experience in NYC’s Black Haunted House, which sounded really freaky. The article can be found here. 🙂

Next is a blurb, an intro and an excerpt from a vampire novel by Matthew D. Ryan who runs the blog A Toast To Dragons (see link below):

Blurb for the dark fantasy novel “Drasmyr”

We vampires do not make easy prey. Our weaknesses are few, our strengths many. Fear is something we do not know, and death but a distant memory. So tread softly, pray to your god, and gird yourself with silver when the moons arise and night’s dark prince awakens. We fear not the wizard, nor the warrior, neither rogue, nor priest; our strength is timeless, drawn from darkness and we know no master save the hot lust of our unending hunger. We long for blood, your blood and no blade, nor spell, nor clever artifice, can keep us long from our prize. Feel our teeth at your throat, your life ebb from you, and know as darkness comes to claim you that the price of your folly is your everlasting soul.


In Drisdak, the city on the Sea of Sorrows, the citizens have much to dread. Unease and foreboding has always been associated with the local wizards guild; peasants have an innate distrust of magic and those who use it. But now, something else is on the rise. A mysterious fire at the guild has left two men dead and a third missing. A small matter, you say? Well, one of those men was the guild master, and his successor wants to know what happened to him. Enter Coragan of Esperia, the renowned bounty hunter. If anyone can unravel this mess he can. But is even he prepared to challenge the horrible evil that lurks at the heart of the mystery? An ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr.


There’s a woman in chain mail standing across the room from me; her sword is leveled at my chest. I can smell the enchantment on the blade, it’s a strong one; maybe even strong enough to cause me harm. Still, I’m not too concerned; it’s at least a ten foot lunge and I know I move faster than she does. Indeed, she’s the one who is looking worried. My display of strength and the death of her comrade have shaken her resolve.

She’s got a pretty face, flushed with excitement but strong and in control. It is her neck that really draws me, though, so soft and inviting, filled with the warm blood I desire. The curve of her flesh glistens, waiting for a well-placed gentle kiss.

She’s breathing rapidly now, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her trek up through the castle has sapped much of her strength. And the fear she feels is naked in her eyes. Now, she’s getting ready to pounce, just a little too much tension in her stance, her eyes just a little too focused. She couldn’t give me more warning if she were to ask my permission first.

She moves in with remarkable speed, her blade striking out like a serpent’s tongue. Even winded, she still manages to cut my cape, then prances away with her back toward the wall, ready for anything. Anything, except me.


Drasmyr by Matthew D. Ryan is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and other on-line retailers.

Follow Matthew D. Ryan’s blog at

Or follow him on Twitter at: @MatthewDRyan1

Hope you enjoyed this little tidbit and will pop around to see what other stuff he writes about, like reviews of scary movies and stuff about dragons – and who doesn’t like dragons? 🙂

Scary October – Day 5

Hi, Everyone! Yesterday, my friend, Chris Rutkowski of UFO fame, sent me a rather scary story so without further ado, here it is:

My Darling!

By Chris A. Rutkowski

“My darling! I love you!” said the man.

                  “No, you don’t,” she said to him. “It’s impossible!”

                  “But I do!” he replied. “More than ever!”

                  She laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous! You’re just infatuated with me!”

                  “Oh, my sweet! Even this infatuation is bliss to me!”

                  She rolled her eyes. “Listen, you stupid git! I let you in my house tonight to finally get rid of you once and for all! I know that I never should have asked that witch for a spell to make you love me in the first place. That’s the last time I go on Kijiji!”

                  He wept. Real tears. “But my Beauty, I have longed to be with you every minute of every day, pledging my love for you!”

                  “Yeah, you’ve  been dogging me every day for the past three months since I snuck into your apartment and got some of your hair from your brush for the potion. How was I to know how potent it was? You’ve been calling and texting me every day since then, usually fifty times a day!”

                  She put her hands on her hips and stood over his prone form on her living room carpet. “But enough!” she declared proudly. “That tea that I made for you and watched you drink was laced with pure cyanide that I managed to sneak out of the chemistry lab at work today when I tricked you and left by another door. And even then, you were back here on the porch within an hour anyway.”

                  “I was in agony, being so far from you,” he said, his voice wavering. “I felt my heart reaching to you across space and time, and I followed its pull to your door.”

                  “Things were much, much better when you were ignoring me in the supermarket,” she said angrily. “I realized I didn’t need you in my life after all!”

                  Even in his weakness, he gazed up at her passionately. “No, no, I still love you! I love you more and more, even as I feel the world spinning around me.”

                  He began gasping for breath. “Please—hold me in your arms! The room is—getting dim!”

                  “Hold you!” she guffawed. “Why, I’ve done everything I can to avoid you for weeks! You’ve driven me absolutely crazy with your constant clamouring and hanging onto me whenever I tried to leave my home!”

                  She strode around his sprawled legs so she could look down directly into his ashen, but still enraptured face. “Why I ever thought you were the right guy for me, I’ll never know! Before that love potion, you barely even gave me the time of day when we met at the bus stop every day. Whatever possessed me to ask that weird old woman for the strongest spell she had?”

                  “I can barely see your lovely features any more, my love!” he breathed, straining to speak, and squinting his glossy eyes. “I want to be with you forever!”

                  “Who needs that kind of love?” she spat.

                  “But—I don’t want to leave you!” he moaned, but then he breathed his last.

                  “Finally!” she exclaimed.

                  Slowly and methodically, as she had planned for weeks, she rolled his lifeless body in the carpet, then dragged it down the hall into the attached garage. It’s a good thing she had kept up her membership in the gym, because she was easily able to get the carpet and its occupant into her SUV through the side sliding door.

                  Under cover of darkness, she drove to the gravel pit on the east side of town. She used rope to tie the carpet tightly around the body, then used large pieces of rebar and cement blocks to weigh it down before dropping it into the deep pond at the centre of the pit.

                  “Good riddance!” she exclaimed.

                  She drove home and started planning how she would dispose of the van in the coming days, to cover her tracks.

                  She arrived back at her house and immediately went into her living room. She listened carefully. The room was silent.

                  “Hooray!” she shouted. “No more annoying guy to bug me! I’m free at last!”

                  She quickly walked into her bedroom and lay down.

                  “Finally, some sleep!” she sighed with a smile.

                  “But my darling! I love you and now I can be with you forever!” said his ghost, beside the bed. “The spell was strong enough to conquer even death!”

                  She screamed, and screamed again, until she could scream no more.

I guess the moral of this story is, be careful what you wish for! lol

On Sunday, Chris will be my interviewee so you can find out more about how his mind works and ask him things I may not have thought of but questions you may have after reading this! lol

I’m still open to accepting stories or links if you have something to share. Thanks for dropping by! 🙂