Category: ghoststory

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New Christmas music and more Ebenezer Scrooge misadventures on the way!!

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“Where have you been Robinson Crusoe?”– Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)

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‘Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.’ –Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)

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To feel alive with your terrified pulse pounding, to feel the warm embrace of love, to have your teeth chatter with fear, the stomach quivering nausea of dread, or the blinding throes of rage, is what I offer with this collection. These horror poems I share with you have blazed the flames brightly to inspire me to create the most ghastly of horror tales and the most powerful of rock songs to date. You’re going to know my soul crushing angst in ‘Blood in the Pouring Rain’ as I saved my father’s life. You’ll look over your shoulder a glance or two maybe with a tear hearing the haunting ‘Sarah the Eternal’. And maybe you will laugh and howl along with ‘Ghost on Christmas Mountain’ to lift your spirits.

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MAGIC RUNS DEEP has cast its spell!!!!!!!!

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‘Yes, it was funny,’ She said, “about the ghost.’–Elizabeth Bowen (Pink May)

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‘He joined her.’ –E.F. Benson (The Terror by Night)

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HALLOWEEN ALL THE TIME still howling away through Halloween and beyond!!!

MAGIC RUNS DEEP releasing NOVEMBER 6th!!!!!

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For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
–Edgar Allan Poe (Annabel Lee)

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HALLOWEEN ALL THE TIME is rocking away for HALLOWEEN!!!! check out the album on Spotify, YouTube, Apple…Hell everywhere!!!

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“Yes,” continued my friend, his eyes still fixed on the spot.
“But the strange thing is that I see the body lying on the top
of it. Of course,” continued Holger, turning his head on one
side as artists do, “it must be an effect of light. In the first
place, it is not a grave at all. Secondly, if it were, the body
would be inside and not outside. Therefore, it’s an effect of
the moonlight. Don’t you see it?”
“Perfectly; I always see it on moonlight nights.” –Francis Marion Crawford (For the Blood is the Life)

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His heart began to sink within him; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a stave. There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless!—but his horror was still more increased on observing that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of his saddle!–Washinton Irving (The Legend of Sleepy Hollow)

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Bats flying! Flying!
In eternal night
From the river to the cave to wheel in the twilight.
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (Song of the Vampire Bats)

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A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
–H.P. Lovecraft (Halloween in a Suburb)

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‘Between him and the moonlight was the black outline of the curious bunched head…Then there was a figure in the room. Dry earth rattled on the floor.’ –M. R. James (There Was a Man Who Dwelt by a Churchyard)