Sunday, October 31, 2010

Don't Go In There!

Every kid has that place in their home, their yard, the neighborhood where they stopped in their tracks and refused to go any further. Sometimes, it was the smell, the lack of lighting, or some scary urban legend. My childhood estate, Aspen Grove, didn't just harbor Civil War ghosts, it also harbored many such places that seemed to scream "Don't go in there!" So, of course, being the way I am--I had to explore!

The creek meandered through our property and into the darkest woods imagineable. If I followed it through blackberry brambles and came to the sound of a small waterfall, I would be arriving at "Witch's Hollow." We name it that because it was so very devoid of light and the banks of the creek were such spongy moss that it felt like walking on a trampoline. The trees had so many big thick lichens on them, they looked like twisted deformed elephant men. The short slate cliffs around the creek provided even more shade and the water was deep, dark, like melting caramel and earth. Leaves got caught in the whirling surface from the waterfall and if one sat there long enough, you could occasionally hear a witch-like cackling sound.

There was a part of the woods that went from our stables to the elementary school. It was the short cut for us kids to get to school. The other option was climbing a chainlink fence, crossing a suburbanite's yard and walking through a whole neighborhood to get to it. So, we braved the woods. It was a beautiful hike, crossing the meandering creek. The only problem was the legend of the whistler man. Supposedly, a man had a cabin in the woods and was lonely for company. If you walked silently through the woods, he would take you and make you his companion. He was lonely, but he hated talking and conversation. So, if you walked through the woods and whistled, he wouldn't take you. I think I was still doing that when I hit my adolescence. Just in case.

Nobody used the closet in the end bedroom. The small bedroom was on the corner of the house above the long wisteria arbor. The scents from the open windows were heavenly, but this room had a dark secret; the closet. The little closet was icy cold year-round in a home with no air-conditioning. Anyone who was unlucky enough to have the room would put their clothing out and not retrieve it in the morning before school or it would be too cold to put on. It wasn't just the temperature, either. People had seen a dark man-shaped figure head down the hall and enter the room. When I had the bedroom for a miserable period of time, I would turn away from the closet because a few times I saw a dark man shape cross the room and go right through the closet door.

The basement was musty, dark, concrete and filled with mysterious heavy tools and old paintings that were cracked and staring back at the visitor from their stacked piles against the wall. The moldy smell of it, the silt on the ground from the last rain flooding it and the dark hole that led to the crawlspace and wafted icy air to the gazer all combined to make the low-ceilinged room horrifying. Drafty, dusty, dark and dank, it was the most forbidden place in the entire mansion.

Some nights as a kid, I would race barefoot in my flannel nightie through the boxwood maze in the full moon's light. I would wander through the thicket where the sour cherry trees stood amongst such thick undergrowth it was nearly impassable, catching the fabric of my gown and tearing at it like the claws of an angry cat. I would slowly stalk the stand of hickory trees in a strange dark corridor that always held the most lightning bugs and the strangest whispering voices. I would swing open the doors of the big old barn and listen to the boards sigh as I stepped inside to smell the lingering sweet scent of hay and the persistent hooting of the owl that lived within. On my way back to the mansion, I would zig-zag through the apple orchard and under the tunnel of the arbor where the grapes overripened on the vines. Once I came back to the mansion, something dark would peer at me from the window up above and I would know that my journey had been watched by one of the unseen guardians of the home who waited until the last family member was home and asleep before resting as sentinel.

Happy Halloween ya'all!

Halloween Series: Interview with Hannibal Lecter

(Later today there will be another post filled with creep atmosphere about my childhood home, Aspen Grove)

This is the last in my Halloween Series of Sunday interviews with horror movie killers and we’re going out with a bang! Well, perhaps a chomp! Here is my interview with Hannibal Lecter of “Silence of the Lambs.” At last, I had a worthy killer to interview. This isn’t just your usual big stupid knife-wielding oaf. No, Hannibal sees himself as quite superior to the rest of humanity. This may be the only interview I did in which I broke the killer.

AUTUMN: I want it noted that we have removed Mr. Lecter’s facemask and mouth guard for interviewing purposes, but he is strapped down to his chair and appears quite harmless. Mr. Lecter, tell me why you feel compelled to kill?

HANNIBAL: (thoughtful pause) I don’t consider it the killing of a living being but the transformation of a wounded creature into his or her true potential.

AUTUMN: True potential or your dinner meal?

(charming smile) The act of digesting them is an ancient practice called toteism, the eating of the flesh to take in the knowledge and strength of that individual.

AUTUMN: But didn’t you feel disdain for your victims? You considered them weak and frail and not nearly as clever as yourself. So, why would you want to take on their characteristics? I think perhaps there is something else going on with you, Mr. Lecter. Perhaps you aren’t as advanced on the scale of evolution as you perceive yourself to be and are nothing more than a common street criminal in fancy clothing.

HANNIBAL: (jolts against the straps, fists clenched) You dare to try and define and classify me? You, with your brassy hair and overly ripe breasts smelling like some Halloween bonfire in the woods and your quaint little ‘ya’alls’ and charming smiles? You are only a step away from your origins, my dear. I take you to be from the Virginias with a comfortable upbringing and exposure to the arts and society but not quite of that world nor of the common trailer trash world that you emulate in your casual attire and folksy manners.

Apparently, I must have struck a nerve, Mr. Lecter.

HANNIBAL: (deep breath, forced smile) I am duly chastised. You see, it has been a long time since I have been near a woman as beautiful as your self.

AUTUMN: Mr. Lecter, I do believe you have only been around men the past 10 years in prison, so I would hazard to guess I am the ONLY woman you’ve seen in a long time.

HANNIBAL: (chuckle) I always had a thing for leggy redheads, my dear. Every man has a weakness.

AUTUMN: (smiles knowingly) So, your weakness is females?

HANNIBAL: Not just any female, my dear. I admit to having a very active fantasy life. I lose myself in my art. I sketch up scenarios that do not exist in this world, but in the perfect world; the one inside my mind. Look at those sketches there, my dear.

AUTUMN: (picks up a roll of papers and unfolds them to find a sketch of a woman’s face) This is me?

HANNIBAL: (smiles) Yes, that is from a picture on your blog. I follow you, you know? Oh, I use another name. I think before I act. You will never know which follower I am, but I come and read every word you write. I especially enjoyed the belly dancing scarf videos. The things you can do with your bottom fascinated me to no end and inspired that next sketch.

AUTUMN: (hand trembling as she unfolds a sketch of her naked backside) This is anatomically correct, Lecter. I will give you that, but you missed something. Too bad. (sighs)

HANNIBAL: (tries to lean forward against his restraints) What?

AUTUMN: You think you have so much knowledge and insight. Too bad. (tsking sound)

HANNIBAL: (voice rises) What? What did I miss?

AUTUMN: Is this a component of OCD, Mr. Lecter? Does it bother you that you didn’t perform a photographically perfect rendition of my rump?

HANNIBAL: (speaking through gritted teeth) What-did-I-miss?

AUTUMN: A darling mole on my low back and two distinct dimples right here and here. (gestures to her very low back)

HANNIBAL: Damn! (hangs his head)

AUTUMN: One little flaw has you defeated? (smiles)



Leave! (turns his head away)

AUTUMN: That really bothers you that you didn’t imagine me as I really am?

HANNIBAL: (turns to her, face anguished and gray) You do not understand. I used my keen eye and logic while looking at your videos to know just exactly how you would be. Proportionally, I had ever detail down. That sketch was the culmination of every observant skill I possess. If I could miss such subtle details, what else have I missed? I am a failure.

AUTUMN: I would think, Mr. Lecter, that you attendance in this maximum security prison is perhaps the best example of how you failed.

HANNIBAL: (growls) Get-out!

AUTUMN: (grins as she leaves)

PRISON GUARD: You know, with you putting Lecter in a suicidal mood, I’m half tempted to untie him and leave him a knife.

AUTUMN: I think you should leave him a chair and a rope. (leans into the guard and whispers) It’s so much easier to clean up and he’s been enough of a bother already. (chuckle)

Saturday, October 30, 2010

My Son's Creepy Vids

Ya'all probably know my son is about to graduate from college with an art degree with an emphasis on video art. His talents blow me away and he is hoping to some day start his own production company which I have no doubt he can do. His video inspirations involve some southwestern influences but most are focused on memories and boomtowns gone bust. Enjoy these films he's made over the years and hope they get you in a creepy mood.

“Automaton” (above--yes that is actually him on his first Halloween)

"Al Khamsa" (above)

"Reverberations" (above)

"Tamarisk" (above)

"Ghost Lab" at Lizzie Borden's and Investigation Discovery Shows

THANKS DISCOVERY CHANNEL!!! (TLC crapped out on documentaries and the unexplained--unless you count families with too freaking many children, but Discovery remembered us--thanks!)

Sorry ya'all, I didn't have this in my weekly show's writeup because the TV listings didn't list it. Argh! I'm excited and this is actually something I want to see. It's tough having it up against "Destination Truth" and "Fact or Faked," as someone's going to have to decide which one to tape and which one to see.

Though she was subsequently acquitted, townspeople remained convinced of Lizzied Borden's guilt. Is it possible that the alleged spirits of the Borden family hold the key to unlocking this mystery once and for all? The Everyday Paranormal team on "Ghost Lab" uses unconventional methods — including an attorney — to find out.
-- Premieres Thursday, October 28 at 10 pm ET/PT

On Investigation Discovery Channel they're bringing out all the Halloween treats for adults.

This Saturday, Investigation Discovery presents American Occult, a three-part mini-series that explores some of the most haunting subcultures in America. Taking viewers inside the sinister worlds of self-professed vampires, cannibals and Satanists, each episode reveals the truth behind these ritual killers.

Each hour-long episode of American Occult features:
-- two different stories that are linked to the occult;
-- and commentary from Dr. Katherine Ramsland who analyzes and explains the killers' thought processes, beliefs, reasoning and how these crimes relate to the broader schemes of these dark subcultures

Savage Sin
-- Police uncover a group of devil worshippers who have been cannibalizing their victims in ritual ceremonies, and discarding their mutilated bodies in fields.
-- In the second story, a nun is found on an alter, stabbed to death. Police fail to find a suspect, and the case goes cold for years, but when investigators exhume Sister Pahl's body in light of new evidence, the identity of the true killer is someone they never expected.
-- Premieres Saturday, October 30 at 8 pm ET/PT

Blood Lust
-- A Florida woman accepts a ride from a businessman who seems to be polite. But lurking behind that ordinary exterior is a man who believes he is a real-life vampire and whose lust for blood leads him to torture.
-- Later, when a series of prostitutes is murdered in a Massachusetts town, police uncover a group of sex workers involved in a secret satanic cult. These cult members perform satanic rituals in a nearby forest, but has murder become one of their evil rites?
-- Premieres Saturday, October 30 at 9 pm ET/PT

Evil Sacrifice
-- A teenage boy finds his parents murdered as part of a ritual killing. In the days that follow, locals patrol the streets with guns, convinced that a network of devil worshippers are about to strike.
-- Next, a charming and eloquent preacher gathers together a group of devout believers determined to bring on the end of the world with a sacrifice.
-- Premieres Saturday, October 30 at 10 pm ET/PT

Investigation Discovery will also offer viewers another chance to see Cropsey (Friday, October 29 at 8 pm ET/PT)
... and a marathon of shocking "Trick or Cheat" tales of infidelity that end with tragic outcomes on Halloween Day. Some of ID's most talked-about episodes featuring stories of spousal revenge will air back to back from 3-11 pm ET on Sunday, October 31.

"Ghost Hunters" Live Episode Tomorrow SyFy!

Yes, I am going to be watching this because they got smart this time and their special guests are all the members of GH from all the shows and Josh Gates hosting (yum!). So, I will be watching this live episode from Buffalo Central Terminal (very scary place), but I admit to taking a break for AMC's new zombie show "The Walking Dead" and it would take the walking dead to pull me away from that one. Tomorrow night promises to be amazing on SyFy and AMC!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Lonely on a Friday Night

It's that time again--from now until the last person passes out, we'll hang out here and comment back and forth. Jump in and join us at any time. The more the merrier. You can tell us what you're up to, talk about "Ghost Adventures," flirt, complain or anything else. It's totally casual and totally ridiculous.

"Ghost Adventures" Drinking Game

"Timothy" is a 1971 song about 3 men trapped in a mine. Well tonight is "Ghost Adventures" in the Vultures Mines. Could it be more appropriate?

I admit that I got to see this episode early and WOW!! This might be my favorite episode they ever did. Yeah, don't miss it guys, this is actually a really cool investigation and some interesting techniques and just lots of chills.

Same as always, the drinking game tonight includes the rules; you must stay home--no driving. Take a slug for every "bro," "dude," "man" and every time Aaron's mouth drops open in shock. I'm adding one more thing from now on--every time Zak gets touched! My drink choice tonight? I figured since they're hanging out in the mines, maybe something a bit rich like cognac.

Don't forget at 7 pm EST and all evening we have "Lonely on a Friday Night" here. Come and join us, comment back and forth, talk about the show, what you're drinking, any bizarre or weird things you want to bring up, flirt, goof off, joke around. It's an online party, just have fun.

Review "Fact or Faked"

(above-special Halloween edition pic this time, next week expect the tank top shots to come back full force)

It's the second season of "Fact or Faked." Those who have followed my blog for a while know a few things about this:

1. There is always a boobie shot based on an inside joke about whether they're fact or faked (the answer is FACT).
2. Upon occasion the show inspires a new episode of my LAUGH series (right hand side of the screen) and expect this season will be most inspiring. In fact, the first episode is on Thursday as part of your reminder to see the show and it was so funny to write, that I literally had to stop, take a breath and continue typing as tears ran down my cheeks.
3. I might have a slight crush on Ben Hansen, the team leader. It probably has to do with his thoughtful deep-thinking stares and his intelligence and slightly nerdish shy feel that I have always had a thing for.

All your comments are graciously welcome, good and bad. We don't hold punches around here. One thing I know about the making of this show is that the premise is a brilliant one and technical issues aside, taking massive hours of filming and reducing it to a single show's time slot is going to be like making your favorite recipe and deleting ingredients you don't happen to have in your cabinets; it may resemble the original recipe, but it may not taste quite as complex.

First, I like to see Ben wearing more casual clothes. Last season, he looked like an eager college graduate in dress shirts and fresh ironed pants. Fashion advice aside, the investigators seemed a bit more loose and comfortable and expressive (as much as some of them can). Maybe someone gave them some energy drinks beforehand? Or maybe a nice shot of whiskey? Either way, it helps.

With only one show to view this season, all I can say is it has potential. I'm just watching the gestation period to see if it'll be a healthy birth.

The video of the mist in McPike Mansion on the ghost hunt had a few explanations from the group, but which explanation was NOT one of them?
a. Fog Mist
b. Bug swarms
c. Spider

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Boycott Halloween Movies on Halloween! Enjoy Zombies instead!

Got your attention, huh? Every Halloween we watch the same thing while handing out the candies (and eating half of them, as well). We put on the lineup of horror movies. Maybe we think we're being innovative watching J&G sellout and have celebrities hunt for 6 excruciating hours with them. There is only one place I will be on Halloween night and that is in front of the TV watching AMC's brand new show premiering that night called "The Walking Dead." This promises to be my very favorite drama tv show!

Here's the description:

"Police officer Rick Grimes wakes from a coma to find the world ravaged by a zombie apocalypse. Nearby, a small group struggles to stay alive as 'the dead' stalk them. Can Rick and the group survive the zombies and each other in this horrific new reality?

The Walking Dead is a survival adventure series from the director of The Shawshank Redemption and the producer of The Terminator. Premieres Sun., Oct. 31 at 10/9c on AMC.

AMC set up a fun site with fun prizes to hype it up. They know they have a good thing. Look for it here. They call it "Spread the Dead."

If you love zombies, for goodness sake, please catch this show! They are finally getting what we want to see! I can hardly wait for Halloween and not for the expressions on the kiddies faces as they see my haunted set up but to hunker down and see this show. Now, that's a first. Most Halloweens I'm distracted by the child parade on my front pathway. Not this year. I've never been so bad to have a big screen!

*DO NOT FORGET TONIGHT--End of season for "Destination Truth" and beginning of season for "Fact or Faked" SyFy! You will be quizzed!*

Winner of the Book Giveaway/"Destination Truth"/New Season "Fact or Faked"! I Love You SyFy!

Here's the winner of the book contest for "The Dead Path"

I managed to find a way to control Skittles. It's sort of like hypnosis. He loves horror, but it was making him more and more controlling and scary. But, I found out that "The View" tends to make him quite docile for a good 24 hours, just in time for another episode. Only problem is the weekends and with this being Halloween weekend, well, we might need to go to Plan B and leave him in the desert...

The last episode for "Destination Truth" for this season...

Expect to see my usual Friday review of "Fact or Faked" including, of course, the boobie shot (a seasonally appropriate one this time and you're getting four for two because I have a friend standing in with me as guest breasts).

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Almost Forgotten Cemetery

Today's creepy thing in the blog world is here.

This cemetery intrigued me. It sits in Chandler, Arizona and was outside of the grounds of a formal cemetery, a bunch of spread out graves in huge tall desert weeds and tumbleweeds. The graves were itinerant worker's graves from the early half of the 1900s. A huge home builder bought the land and wanted to put McMansions but he was met with resistance. They couldn't move the cemetery and could hardly sell houses with it sitting there. They had to do some quick nice-nice with the community groups so they put up a big wall around it, some pretty park benches and a plaque and then hid the gate away in the shadows so maybe no one would notice in the center of the new housing community was a few acres of graves. As you can see by this film I shot when Julie and I were there, some of these houses look down into the cemetery. I seriously would pay extra for one of those homes.

Suggested Online Halloween Shows

My favorite show of all time was "Stark Raving Mad." The premise was simple: An uptight publishing assistant is sent out to help a misanthropic dark and bitter horror writer get his second novel written after having a huge best-selling first. The writer has a dumb-headed assistant and a female friend who bartends in the bar at the bottom of their apartment building. The anal-retentive, germaphobic assistant is contantly dealing with the sarcastic writer's antics. This episode involves the ultimate pranks and paybacks. Enjoy! The elevator scene had me laughing so hard I cried.

I've found this online series called "McKracken Live!" on KoldCast TV that is pretty sharp. This Halloween episode might be just the thing.

"Ghost Hunters" in Oldest House in Georgia SyFy Tonight

Today's the last chance to enter the ghost book giveway.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Collectors: Do Your Possessions Get Along?

Today's creepy thing in the blog world--my favorite Halloween Haunt Builder, John from Season of Shadows is fucking brilliant.

Ya’all know I’m working on a few books right now including a workbook called “Was That a Ghost?” that helps you through some steps to figure out if something you encountered was paranormal. One of the chapters deals with objects and how they interrelate given psychic residual that they carry. Some of this information seems like something worth sharing.

The problem occurs when one adopts used, vintage or family heirlooms and introduces them to the mix at home. On a psychic level, it’s like bringing home a new pet. Sometimes, they don’t play together well with the established pets.

I call this the “curse of the antique shop.”

For decades I’ve had friends who wanted me to go into antique stores with them to read objects before they acquired them. I don’t mind doing such a service and can tell them much about the past owners and be sure they get ones with the energy they desire.

Often times, these stores have items thrust together that should not be near each other, causing no doubt poor sales and customers who whisk past them quickly. Every one of us is a fledgling and I suspect many of you have entered such an antique shop and just felt rather disturbed in certain sections of it.

The same sensation can happen in your home if you bring new things into the mix and the whole tone of that part of the room changes.

How can a person know if that is the issue?

Note these things:

Is there a part of your house that no one seems to want to sit in, hang out at or you find them avoiding the area all together?

Is there a part of the house that consistently someone seems to cause fights or get emotional? Note if it’s the same spot you argue in every time.

Have you found that there’s a cherished item you loved and now you don’t seem to love it that much any longer?

What do you do?

Backtrack to the last item added or moved in the room. Now, beware because it’s real easy to blame the newly added item and it may not be that it’s causing bad mojo, but like two north pole magnets, it might be repelling with the feel of another item.

Admittedly, as a psychometrist, this is an easy task for me, but for the regular person at home faced with a display of trinkets, this is how you do it on your own:

Stand in front of the display. Close your eyes to not be distracted by visuals. Now, notice how your body and mind feel. Do you feel buzzed? Tight? Sad? Is your mind racing? Anxious? Fuzzy?

Next, take the latest item added to the mix and move it to the opposite side of the display.

Leave the room.

Come back in to approach it anew. Close your eyes, feel what’s going on inside your body and mind. If you feel somewhat more relaxed, leave it. If you still feel a little weird, move the object yet again. Keep doing this, leaving the room each time and reapproaching it until it feels better.

Take note if things have changed, like people are using the area again or family disruptions are no longer occurring there. Periodically come back and feel the area and be sure it feels good.

Just know that all these items can have very good vibes, but some have conflicting vibes, like one might be enthusiastic and peppy and another is relaxing and spiritual. A powerful one can negate a peaceful one and cause anxiety and feelings of unease.

There’s no need to take an item back unless isolating it still causes strange feelings near it. In general, a lot of zen-like pieces with one high energy one eventually brings down the energy level of the peppy item over time. It’s sort of like being in a crowd of whispering people makes the hollering person start to speak more quietly.

I hope this helps. Remember, if you have more issues, just contact me. I’m always around to give advice about the quirky world of objects and their energy.

Sentimental Scents: God, I'm in Love!

Every woman likes to know they have a lingering scent, not the kind that drives people away from them in the store because they give others a headache, but that mysterious waft of memory that hits people with an instant emotion.

Spirits may have residual that plays out through time in a building, but the living have residual too; a trail of intermingled fragrant artifacts that make others feel happy and safe, intrigued and aroused or adoring.

I have spent my life playing with scents from the expensive bottles on my mother's dressing table at our manor house to the toilet waters from the turn-of-the-century left behind in our Victorian summer home. All the while, I've waited to find a perfume that arouses my memories. Many make me think of "male," "female," "old lady," "desperate cougar," but none of them delight me into playful, comfortable, or downright horny moods.

That is, until now...

I discovered a perfume maker whose entire line of perfumes are based upon sentimental scents. Not only that, but they are complex and the longer you wear them, the more different parts of the scent release and you get hit with yet another sentimental reminder. They are very fine quality and extremely affordable. I spent the same amount for 1 single fragrance of a much much smaller quantity from a huge perfume maker than I did on 3 scents from this company giving you a generous amount. Remember, perfume is extremely potent. One drop in your cleavage can linger all day long.

CB I Hate Perfume
is the ideal name. This is truly a company and a perfume maker who gets how we hate those stamped and bottled things found in department stores and plugged on TV by celebrities. Everyone knows "Obsession" and honestly it only smells like a full-on assault of the senses with no imagination and, even worse, no point of reference. How often do you smell a scent and discern its origins? There are usually so many intermingled fragrances that it comes out as a big smack in the face instead of a tickle of your recollection reflex.

Here's just a few samples of the extensive line found here:
"Under the Arbor" (We had a grape arbor as a child and in the summertime, I would hide in there in the deep shade and the sticky dark grapes would smell and the green and the wood of the arbor heated by the sun and little lacy patterns of light would dance on my skin and I would lay back and take a nap--this is that scent). Crushed grape leaves, weathered wood, green moss, cool earth.

"Winter of 72": Fresh fallen snow, hand knit woolen mittens, hint of frozen sleeping earth.

"Mr. Hulot's Holiday": Salty breathe of breeze on the Mediterranean, driftwood, rocks covered with seaweed and old leather suitcases.

"Burning Leaves": The scent of burning maple leaves.

"M#3 November" (this is the one I am currently wearing, appropriate for Autumnforest and some could say custom-designed for her) Pumpkin pie, fallen apples, bonfire, woodsmoke, dried grass, fallen leaves, wet branches, damp moss, chanterelle mushrooms, a hint of pine forest." To me, this one smells first like the forest floor in autumn with some lingering pumpkin, but not sickeningly sweet because it's countered with a bit of woodsmoke. Truly a brilliant earth scent and not that sticky sweet crap in the stores that turns the scent of pumpkin into something nauseating. The person I picture wearing this would exude the personna of an earth-loving pagan eco-weenie.

The other two scents I got were CB93 which is a total woodland smell. It really smells like the magical scents when your feet crush pine needles and it mixes with earth and mushrooms and a hint of astringent fragrance of fir trees. It's not that nasty "pine" scent that smells like someone's newly cleaned toilet bowl or their car deodorizer. Nothing in this perfume line has a store-bought smell. It truly smells as if they wrung out the woods and put it in a bottle. It's a freaking mystery to me. The person who would wear this would exude the personna of an international airport traveler to Tuscany.

The last scent I got hit me like a sentimental freight train. It's called lavender tea. I've been searching my whole life for tea scents, specifically Earl Grey (hint hint perfume gods). This one I expected having lavender in it would be very medicinal smelling like that 4711 fragrance from Germany or something. It actually is a very masculine scent. I've smelled men with something similar on and have literally followed them through a crowd to get another whiff. It's definitely for both sexes, but the lavender is potent enough to leave a peppery aftertaste (if scents can have an aftertaste). When it's worn, the tea smells rise up and you begin to smell like "home." I have never felt so in need of my mythical "mommy" as when I smell this scent. It makes me feel welcome, safe, content and blissful. It smells just like my mother's 4 o'clock tea time when I was a kid and that sweet lingering smell in the bottom of the cup. The person who would wear this fragrance would exude the personna of a classic beauty with style, grace and dignity.

Not only are these scents very accurately described, but don't let the folksy sounds of the scents put you off. We're not talking about those cheap Renuzit autumn-scented candles you smell in stores that make you feel sick. No-no-no! This is as if you were to take something elemental about nature and childhood memories and a hint of wistfulness and put it into a bottle and when you put it onto your skin, you exude traces, bits, hints and fleeting memories that will drive you nuts and others too and make people intrigued by you to no end. I have never quite smelled anything like this and know I never will.

If I were a promoter, I'd honestly quit everything just to plug these perfumes. That's how freaking impressed I am

You know those 8-track songs of Gordon Lightfoot or the smell of chlorine or Bain de Soliel suntan lotion and its coconut essence? If you were to take all those great memories and bottle them and wear them all the time--that's this. Yeah, it doesn't get better for your disposition and your attractibility either.

I will tell you that after buying 3 scents from here, I plan to only buy scents from here exclusively--so, let's keep these folks in business, shall we? You don't want to see Autumnforest rushing the black market in search of any lingering bottles of this heaven in a glass container.

BTW: I was given nothing for writing this post. They didn't even know I did it until I wrote it. I simply have the very strong conviction of promoting things when I know they have true heart and true talent which is why I also promote smaller blogs to get them going. There's a lot of unknown talent out there. I'm determined to do something about it one by one as I uncover them....

Monday, October 25, 2010

Abandoned Churches

(Don't forget the book giveaway.)

I always had a fantasy about buying an old church and making it my home. I'm not a religious person at all, but I am spiritual. No matter how people come about their spirituality, a church is an interesting place to contain a lot of people having spiritual experiences at one time and so for that reason they intrigue the psychic in me. I've had a long-time love affair with abandoned places. You put the two things together and you get this beautiful video:

When I win the lottery or become a best-selling author--I want to renovate one of the ones in the video? Or, perhaps I could settle for a new home in PA, this one (below) is only $99,000. There's more listed here.

This Halloween week in Horror Movies and Paranormal TV

Just for fun, put on your copy of "Halloween II." Oh, you know you own it, confess! Put it at the beginning when they show Dr. Loomis shooting Michael. This bothered me from the first time I saw it in the theater in high school... notice how Michael backs up onto the balcony and his feet are at the same level as the railing? Hmm....

*(asterisk) means I’m watching it.

This list gets bigger and bigger with more paranormal shows making new episodes and of course all the smart channels knowing to show horror as we approach Samhain. I’m thrilled that “Fact or Faked” is back on the scene on Thursday night following “Destination Truth” (awesome ass to kiss). So, expect more of the FoF tank top boobie shots on the Friday reviews and perhaps a new LAUGH episode.

SPIKE: “Halloween” (the Rob Zombie unusual version)
*AMC: “Halloween” (the good one) and “Halloween II”
SyFy: “Scare Tactics” marathon


*FX: “The Happening” (M. Knight’s first R-rated movie about a plant-borne virus)
AMC: “Halloween III,” “Halloween IV” (both suck)
SyFy: “Stephen King’s Tommyknockers”
HISTORY CHANNEL: “The Real Story of Halloween”

*FX: “The Strangers” (awesomely scary movie)
AMC: “Halloween V” and “House on Haunted Hill”
*SyFy: “Ghost Hunters” new episode “The Oldest House in Georgia”

AMC: “Constantine”
*SyFy: “Destination Truth” Guam Zombies/Fangalobolo. Followed by “Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files” NEW SEASON!!!! “Haunted Mansion Mist/Starlight Intruder.” Expect me to have the usual review the next day here on the blog including the infamous boob shot.
HISTORY CHANNEL: “Ancient Aliens” (a few episodes)

FX: “Halloween Resurrection” and “Halloween H20”
MTV: “Jeepers Creepers 2”
*TRAVEL CHANNEL: “Ghost Adventures” This will probably be my favorite episode as the guys hit the “Vulture Mines” here in AZ during a once in a lifetime rainstorm. Should be hee-larious!

DISCOVERY: “Is It Possible?” marathon (show about weird and funky stuff)
FX: “Halloween II,” “Halloween Resurrection,” “Halloween H20,” “The Happening,” “The Strangers,”
AMC: “They Live,” “28 Days Later,” “Predator,” “Predator 2,”
TRAVEL CHANNEL: “Ghost Stories” marathon, “Ghost Adventures” marathon
SyFy: “The Beast of Bray Road,” “Dog Soldiers,” “Ginger Snaps II,” “Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning,” “Underworld” “Red: Werewolf Hunter”
*HISTORY CHANNEL: “Monsterquest” marathon (I miss this show and UFO Hunters soooo much!!!) “Afraid of the Dark” (show about people’s fear of the dark), “The Real Story of Halloween,” “Ancient Aliens”
TLC: “Bermuda Triangle Exposed,” “Return to Bermuda Triangle”
LIFE: “Flatliners”
CMT: “Gremlins”
SPIKE: “Halloween,” “Freddy Vs. Jason”

DISCOVERY: “A Haunting” marathon
LIFETIME: “Wind Chill,” “Devil’s Diary” “Hush Little Babies,” “Flatliners,” “The Eye,”
FX: “John Carpenter’s Vampires,” “Shutter,” “The Happening,” “The Strangers,” “The Ruins,” “Prom Night”
A&E: “Ghostbusters,” “My Ghost Story,” “Paranormal State” marathon, “Amityville: The Final Testament” “Paranormal State” NEW EPISODE—they revisit a case where activity is back in a big way. “Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal” NEW EPISODE
AMC: “Halloween III: Season of the Witch,” “Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Meyers,” “Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Meyers,” “From Dusk Till Dawn,” “Dawn of the Dead,”

******“The Walking Dead” I WILL STOP EVERYTHING TO SEE THIS NEW AMC SHOW!! This is the new zombie show!

TRAVEL CHANNEL: “Most Haunted in America,” “Haunted Lighthouses of America,” “Halloween’s Most Extreme,” “Most Terrifying Places in America” (marathon)
*SyFy: “Ghost Hunters” marathon, “Ghost Hunters Live” (Buffalo Central Station—good location)
TRUtv: “Conspiracy Theory” marathon
ABCfamily: “Practical Magic,” “Van Helsing,”

On a goofy note, my favorite YouTube goofiness--"Drunk History." They get someone really drunk and have them retell an historic event and a famous actor plays it out...

Sunday, October 24, 2010

New Ghost Book Giveaway!

Today's creepy thing in the blog world.

Wow! Random House is going to offer a copy of a new book that sounds very promising. A ghost story. Yes, the best kind!

Do you remember the last time a book gave you the chills? "The Dead Path" is the ghost story we’ve been waiting for.

A haunting vision in the woods sets off a series of tragic events, leaving Nicholas Close lost amid visions of ghosts trapped in their harrowing, final moments. These uniquely ter rifying apparitions lead him on a thrilling and suspenseful ride to confront a wicked soul, and will leave an indelible mark on lovers of high-quality suspense and horror alike.

Nicholas Close has always had an uncanny intuition, but after the death of his wife he becomes haunted, literally, by ghosts doomed to repeat their final violent moments in a chilling and endless loop. Torn by guilt and fearing for his sanity, Nicholas returns to his childhood home and is soon entangled in a dis turbing series of disappearances and murders—both as a suspect and as the next victim of the malignant evil lurking in the heart of the woods.

Stephen M. Irwin is the kind of debut author that readers love to discover—and rave about to all their friends. His electric use of language, stunning imagery, and suspenseful pacing are all on full display here. "The Dead Path" is a tour de force of wild imagination, taut suspense, and the creepiest, scariest setting since the sewers in Stephen King’s It.

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Halloween Series: Interview with Jason Voorhes

Today's creepy thing in the blog world.

This is another in my series every Sunday until Halloween in which I interview a horror movie killer. This interview today is with Jason Voorhes.

AUTUMN: Some people might call you a real mama’s boy, Jason. What do you think?

JASON: (muffled voice from behind the hockey mask) My mommy was a good woman. She worked hard to avenge my death.

AUTUMN: (blinks) But, you didn’t really die, did you?

JASON: (Shakes his head and shrugs)

AUTUMN: Why do you continue to kill people here at the lake when you know none of them had anything to do with your drowning?

JASON: They’re having sex in my woods! Getting drunk! Getting high!

AUTUMN: So, this is a moral issue?

JASON: Moral? Hell no! I’m fucking jealous! Who the hell is going to get drunk or high with me? Who’s going to make love with me?

AUTUMN: Yes, that’s true.

JASON: Of course, you realize I can’t let you leave this cabin.

AUTUMN: Hmm? (scoots her chair back)

JASON: I can’t let a woman get away when she’s so vulnerable and alone in the camp. That would go against everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. (reaches for his machete and stands up)

AUTUMN: (shuffles through her purse) I have a beer, would you like to have it?

JASON: (sits back down, sets aside the machete) That’s real thoughtful. (snaps it open and downs it in one gulp) You got a joint?

AUTUMN: (shuffles through her purse) Sorry.

JASON: Then, we can get right down to the sex now. (stands up)

AUTUMN: (stands up cautiously) I tell you what, Jason. Why don’t you just get out of those uncomfortable clothes while I put on the sexy little nightie I have in the trunk of my car?

JASON: Sounds good to me. (unbuttons his shirt)

AUTUMN: (Rushes to the car and starts it up, taking off down the lakeside road towards town)

Some of these bad guys are simply dumber than others. Jason's a real tree stump--thankfully!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Circling the Drain: How Does Residual Haunting Imprint?

Finally, I'm going to write about something ghost-related. I know, I know, I'm very ADD in October. I can't help myself. I'm a playful gal and then I have Dale the Doll and Skittles the Clown added to the mix of chaos and I'm lucky I get 2 posts up a day. Some day, if this gal ever gets a love life, you might only get a post a day. Guess you'll know I'm getting lucky if things slow down on here. I promise that as we go into November, the focus is going to get hot and heavy in all things paranormal. On Halloween day, I debated what to write about and decided I'd give you some insight into the place that started my trek into the paranormal, my childhood home; "Aspen Grove."

The first time I heard this term, I worked in an ER. I heard two doctors talking (real dicks) and one said to the other, “yeah, he’s circling the drain,” referring to a patient who was dying and could not be revived.

Since then, the term has come to mean more to me. It involves a whole set of circumstances that makes a person obviously on their way out if someone doesn’t put a plug in that drain. Anna Nicole comes to mind, but then so do dozens of other celebrities and addicts and those with deep depressions who act on a whim of emotion and end their lives. I think especially about the hospital room where Anna's son died and she gave birth and the amount of anguish as well as the drugs involved amplifying her emotions and might have laid down a tract there of residual.

It also came to my attention that those who “circle the drain” seem to be the object of much of the hauntings. When I did a psychic read at a location where teens party heavily, getting one read was hard, but the cacophony of emotional and mental distortions imprinted on the site made it very haunted feeling and made me wonder. We know mental hospitals and hospitals in general, prisons also, seem to have a lot of hauntings and we all know why; human suffering. So, what if a person is in a state of mental disorder like Anna (above)? Will they be more ripe for a haunting or residual?

That argument my sister had with my mom and the pounding on the walls and screaming that came back years later when she was long gone—that residual was laid down by a sister who was smoking pot regularly. Could that have somehow enhanced the emotions and the ability to lay down a residual tract?

What if hormones and electrical activity produced by people in altered states, whether it's mental illness or substance abuse, could produce a kind of kinetic solar flare with a resulting geomagnetic storm around them that impresses itself into the environment? In my own studies of things I find in common in high levels of haunting activity, I found that 100% of the time it occurred during geomagnetic storms, the result of solar flares. I use this example to show you the rippling effect of high emotional energy on the immediate environment. Sure, we're not as powerful as the sun, but what if we're sitting in a chair during a burst of our own electrical activity in our brains and we send out a storm that affects the very structure of the chair on a subtle level?

If we are to believe telekinetics (the moving of objects using the mind) is possible, then surely we have proven that mind/environment interaction does occur. Could this be held within the walls of a building to be released later? Perhaps released during the times of renovation in which walls are torn down, wallpaper peeled back?

I can't help thinking about my own psychometry skills and the ability to read residual left in places and objects. When I went into that burned out home and found it completely sterile for reading abilities, I knew that I found yet one more clue in my skills; whatever is held in the object in the form of readable information is in the surface of the object. I'm intrigued to no end because I go back to the sound of my sister banging on the wall in our house or the soldier's booted footsteps on the ancient wooden floors and I feel so much closer to understanding residual.

I want to explore this more with ya'all as we go into November and the Halloween craziness slows down. I will not lose my playful and goofy ways and there will be silly reviews of "Fact or Faked" and the "Ghost Adventures" drinking game, Dale and Skittles and the LAUGH series, but I am very focused now on being closer to understanding the forces involved in hauntings and I want my think tank (ya'all) to chime in. I'm going to make you think a lot, but then I'll make you laugh and it'll be all better. I promise.

I'd love to hear your input on whether this sounds feasible.

Halloween Series: Short Story: "Drained"

Todays creepy thing in the blog world. He's showing Halloween-ie cool music videos. I love it!

This is another in my Saturdays in October series of short stories. Enjoy!

He never ventured out after dark. It wasn’t that he feared it. No, Holger’s reasons were ever so practical; he had poor night vision. If he even tried to drive on the roads, headlights from oncoming cars looked like blinding sunbursts. He cringed when he recalled the last time he drove at night, precisely one year ago this evening.

The things you do for love.

Pleased that on this Valentine’s Day he didn’t have to trek out to an overpriced restaurant for a meal he didn’t like, he made himself comfortable at home. The whole romance thing was grossly overrated. He knew from experience it was a sticky trap that ruined a man’s confidence. It wasn’t like Jenny Lee had just up and taken his heart with her when she exited his life, but she did leave a bad taste in his mouth.

She seemed like a perfectly sweet and pleasant woman when they met but, over the last year of their relationship, became a demanding, angry, and resentful woman. The distortion of her once delicate features into a twisted rapidly aging face made him shudder.

Did I do that to her like she said?

Admittedly, he did tend to overwork. When he was stressed and tired, he didn’t want any more demands on his weary brain such as pointless conversation. He wasn’t raised in an affectionate family. In fact, his mother was from Holland and his father was from Germany, so it left him rather inaccessible to a passionate Irish woman. It was true he didn’t like kissing. It was a messy business and he had poor enough vision that she was a giant blur up close. So, maybe he could go for weeks without sex and be just fine with it. He was in his 40s now, his drive was waning. And giving compliments? It wasn’t in his makeup. If someone did well, they didn’t need their ego stroked more. Humility was always the best practice.

And how did that philosophy work for you, idiot? Well, it’s her fault too. She should have asked for what she needed, been direct. I’m too tired for games and mind-reading nonsense. The next woman in my life will be ballsy and assertive. And I won’t have to do a thing to please her!

With a sigh, he stroked his terrier, Millicent. The alarm on his watch sounded and it was time for bed. Holger strolled off to the bedroom to begin his methodical routine. First, turn down the bed, gather up his pajamas and socks, go to the bathroom where he would undress from his work clothing and lay out the pajamas while he took a shower for precisely 5 minutes, followed by socks first, briefs next, bottoms, and then top. He would brush his teeth for two and a half minutes, floss and then cleanse his sinuses with a neti pot of warm saltwater rushed through his nostril and out the other. Clear his throat, blow his nose, and turn out the light.

Holger climbed into the center of the bed, lying on his left side facing the doorway. He closed his eyes with a sigh. He was weary, well and truly spent, completely drained. It had been a long week with many demands, longer hours than he liked. In fact, this evening he barely made it out of the manufacturing facility before it got dark with the winter-short days. He sighed again.

A firm knock on the door startled Holger to life. He sat up, confused what to do. Admittedly, it was a Friday night and 10 pm, but he was ready for bed. And now the inconsiderate person at the wrong door was making him put on his slippers and robe.

With a groan he swung the door open, not even caring at that moment if it were a knife-wielding predator. In fact, it might put him out of his bored routine to cut through his mental numbness. His passion for life was completely anemic at this point and there was nothing but cold emptiness within. When he was once satisfied by routine and order, he was now feeling a pronounced howling void.

He blinked against the porch light as it cast a glow on a tall slender woman with long shining black hair and crystal blue eyes. Her skin was pale and perfectly flawless, her lips full and red. He blinked again.

“I’m sorry to bother you. My car broke down.” She pointed over her shoulder. “I don’t have a cell phone.”

“Me either.” He remarked awkwardly and then realized he should practice the social graces. It was like practicing a foreign land’s customs when it came to niceties. “You need to use my phone?”

She nodded.

He opened the door and let her step inside. She glided in very gracefully, her rounded buttocks and long legs stunning in her dark jeans and high-heeled boots. Holger never considered him self an ass man, but hers was perfectly tear-drop shaped and he was a man who admired details, symmetry and balance. It was in his father’s German blood to look for flaws. He wasn’t finding them.

“Ah, it’s over there.” He gestured to the bar counter.

“Thank you so much. I’ll try not to be long.”

“It’s fine.” He admitted and then looked down at his plaid robe and old-man slippers. He ran a hand through his thick sandy hair and cleared his throat as the woman dumped the contents of her purse on the counter and scattered through them.

“I don’t know my car club’s number.” Her voice was husky with a slow drawl and a hint of foreign accent. She examined each card. “Here we are.”

He was glad he wasn’t needed for conversation because, honestly, he could replay this scene of her in his condo a million times over the next few months, imaging how close he was to having a living breathing woman and a gorgeous one, at that, in his very own home. He’d even be able to contribute to a conversation at work. Finally.

The beauty sighed as she set down the phone. “They said it will be 90 minutes since it is a Friday night and Valentine’s Day, at that.”

She studied him and he felt a flush of self-consciousness in his nerdish nighttime attire. He wasn’t a dresser. In fact, he wore the same things he’d seen his father wear to bed.

“Thank you for letting me use the phone.” She wandered towards the door in a trail of jasmine and sandalwood.

“It’s cold out there.” He told her.

Jesus, you don’t state it as a fact, idiot! You present it as a question. At least act like you have social graces. Pretend to be human.

“Do you have a place you’re going to wait?”

“My car, I suppose.”

“No.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s too cold out there. Why don’t you wait here? You can see the tow truck pull up from my front window.” He nodded.

”I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I was just…” He looked around, “going to watch some TV.”

She tilted her head, the veil of black silky hair falling forward. “I don’t think so. I think you were going to sleep and I interrupted you.”

He shrugged. “I wasn’t asleep, just thinking of it.” He offered.

She yawned and stretched, her long arms rising above her head, her round breasts rising, as well. He tried not to stare but her nipples were hard beneath her clinging sweater. Holger swallowed past a dry spot in his throat.

“I’m tired too. I don’t blame you. What a week!” She leaned down and undid her boots. Her breasts swayed inside the loose neckline of her cashmere sweater and he could see the rosy tips brushing against the lucky fuzzy cloth. “You don’t mind, do you?” She asked as she kicked the boots aside.

He shook his head mutely.

“I’m Kasha.”

”Kasha.” He said dumbly. “That’s a nice name.”

She wants your name, idiot!

“I’m Holger.”

She stepped up to him. “Holger.” She said thickly. “I like that name. It suits you.”

To his utter shock, she reached out and her fingers curled around the lapels of his robe.

“It’s chilly in here, you like it cold, Holger?” She purred.

Tell her you’re too cheap to put the heat above 65.

“I can turn it up.” Holger told her, his voice lowering strangely. “The heat.” He clarified awkwardly.

“No, I like it. It feels good.” She murmured as she played with the nape of his neck where the hair had been trimmed to try and squelch the natural waves. “What do we do for 90 minutes?” She raised a dark brow, her lips curled into a pretty little bow.

He licked his lips. “I-I don’t have board games or movies. I have books.”

“Nonfiction, no doubt?” She laughed throatily and dropped her hands. “You’re too fun to tease, Holger. You really don’t know how to play games, do you? Another man would have given me some god-awful line and had me spread out on his coffee table.” She waved her hand in that direction.

Holger studied his Ikea coffee table that took three hours to assemble. Somehow, the imagery of her splayed out on the cheap birch wood confused his practical mind. Instead of wondering if it could hold her weight without incident, he imagined her rippling body undulating against the cool surface, a study in contrasts.

Where the hell did that come from?

“W-we could watch the late news, if you like?” His voice squeaked.

She pouted. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll make you a drink, Holger? Consider me your Valentine’s date.” Kasha winked. She walked confidently into the little kitchen and foraged through the cabinets.

“You’re my guest.” He insisted.

She stopped and pivoted, studying him. “Holger, I suspect you are not a cook, are you? Why not enjoy having a woman in your home for a time? I have no one to share the evening with. We will be a little pretend date. You can be my Valentine for 85 minutes, hmm?” She turned away to pour some vodka into two cups.

He watched her open the refrigerator and search for a mixer. Kasha tapped a red fingernail on each milk carton. “One, two, three. All labels facing forward. In fact, everything is flawless. You’re an engineer, aren’t you, Holger?” She turned and smiled.

He nodded self-consciously, waiting for that moment when the woman would decide he was a settled-in-his-ways middle-aged OCD nerd. He had absolutely nothing to offer in the way of romantic notions.

“I appreciate this more than you can know. I too like things to be in neat order. We’re so alike.”

He wanted to choke on that comment. What could this gorgeous creature have in common with him? They were barely of the same species. She was everything graceful, charming, and captivating, and he was cold and dead inside, an “emotional vampire,” as Jenny Lee like to accuse.

Kasha poured some cranberry juice into the glasses and set the container back on the shelf in the refrigerator in exactly the position he’d left it. She turned and studied him as if looking for his approval.

Holger nodded, his heart beating wildly that such a woman existed that understood he wanted no one marking his territory. She was a guest in his home, and she must leave things as if she had never been there because he had to live there the rest of the time. Jenny Lee never understood that when she came over and began shuffling through his things like a mouse from its cubbyhole while the humans slept. In an ideal world, Kasha would only leave a lingering scent on his sofa and memories of her company as his ideal Valentine’s Day of all time.

“I really don’t want to disrupt your life.” She handed him the drink. “I’m sure I’ve shot your routine to hell, hmm?” She purred as she took a long sip.

“No, really. It’s fine.” He couldn’t have her trying to leave so soon.

She breezed past him, wafting the light scent of her perfume in his nostrils. He watched her get comfortable on his sofa, caressing her glass.

Holger looked around. She had placed herself directly in the center of the sofa, leaving him to have to sit unnatural close to her, but he did it. The drink sent a heat to his groin and he felt relaxed. Alcohol only seemed to make him more sober outwardly, but inside he tended to feel warm and loose and less self conscious.

“What is it you do?” He was immensely proud he recalled that line from the “Bachelor’s Handbook” online.

The beauty dipped her finger into the drink and licked the droplet of vodka and cranberry juice from her long red nail. Normally that unhygienic gesture would have made his stomach turn. Right now, he was fascinated with the drop of red liquid dripping from the squared off tip of her nail onto her tongue. He licked his lips as if he too could taste it.

“I’m on the road much, Holger.” She sighed wearily.

“You travel a lot?”

With photographic memory he recalled rule #7 from the manual “Repeat what the woman says so she knows you listened.”

“Yes. It is my work.” She sighed. “I’m researching the cure for anemia.”

A scientist? His admiration for her soared even higher.

“It intrigues me, helping those who need more red blood cells. Red is my favorite color, you know?” She waved her fingers before him, the perfectly enameled nails taking on a robust symbolism.

Kasha leaned back and sighed, her finger swirling in her cup and sucked on the tip of her finger with pleasure.

Holger choked past a dry spot in his throat and swallowed some more drink.

“What do you do, Holger?”

“I’m an engineer. I work on stress analysis in--”

“No.” She put her hand on his. He studied the red nails and the long slender fingers curling around his squared furry knuckles like beauty and the beast intertwined.

“Where is your passion, Holger?”

“I-I enjoy designing sound amplifiers and speakers when I have free time.”

“You like music, then?”

“Well…” He couldn’t admit that he didn’t like music so much as he appreciated the very best sound recordings and getting the potential of their pure sound to come across through his creations. The challenge was in getting it as crisp and clear as possible.

She sighed and squeezed his hand. “Yes, I understand. You want to master the music beast, not be its hypnotic victim like the masses. I like that.” She purred.

She makes me sound positively fascinating. Where has this woman been all my life?

She looked around the room. “You have no women’s touches, Holger. I take it you are alone?”

He nodded.

“You must not look for the woman. The woman must find you. You are unique. Most women will not understand your ways. There is a method to your orderly world. I appreciate that. The right woman will see that in you and find it comforting. She can count on your stability.” She studied him with her crystalline eyes. “You do not know how to flirt, do you, my dear?”

He nodded, completely hypnotized by the feel of her finger rubbing the back of his hand.

“You like this?” She looked down at their hands and rubbed the silken back of her hand against the hairy back of his. “Women like their men hairy. You know why? Because we like the contrasts. The rougher you feel, the silkier we feel. We’re like kittens rubbing up against men.” She purred.

He shivered and swallowed tightly as she leaned into him.

“Let me guess, your last girlfriend was undisciplined and ruled by emotions? She didn’t understand the benefits of an orderly life and logic-guided emotions?”

“Are you psychic?” He frowned.

She laughed throatily. “I understand what it is like to be ruled by logic and directed by duty and discipline. I could not survive if I weren’t rather ruthless about my business.”

Where had this woman come from, just falling into his lap and on Valentine’s Day as if mocking all the attempts at traditional romance?

It’s surely a statistical impossibility.

She ran her finger along the soft worn lapel of his robe. “I like a no-nonsense man. I’m very frank about what I want.” She lowered her eyelids and studied the tie of his robe, reaching out and undoing it easily. “I’ll make it very clear to you so you’re not left to wonder about the intricacies. Holger, I’d like for you and I to go to your bedroom, remove our clothing, and lie down on the bed. You don’t have to do a thing. I’d really like to do it all. I don’t require any sort of preparation or kind words or show of affection. I’m talking about just pure sexual gratification for the purpose of an orgasm. Are you in?” She raised a brow.

Holger swallowed and nodded silently.

The hypnotic moment was broken as Millicent rushed into the living room and attempted to jump on his lap, only to stop on her haunches and growl lowly, the hairs rising on her back.

“Oh, I love pups. They are so trusting. She doesn’t seem to like the competition, hmm?” She smiled.

The dog raced from the room.

“She’s claimed the bedroom, no doubt. Let’s start here.” She murmured. “I am not a kisser, dear. I hope you don’t mind.”

He cleared his throat. “I-it’s fine.”

The corner of her red mouth drew up. “Oh, I do like you.” She leaned into him and her breath puffed on his neck. It left a strangely cold shiver. Her tongue licked the length of his neck and he moaned lowly, trembling like a young man bursting to pump himself into his date.

Why would this beautiful stranger want to go to bed with me? Maybe she’s going to rob me? Steal from me once I’m asleep? Jesus, who cares? Just, please, let her take what she wants from my body first!

She murmured something about liking his taste and Holger trembled uncontrollably as her teeth grazed his flesh. His entire body responded and he arched up against her as her teeth clamped tightly to him.

“Ah.” He gasped, completely unable to move. His entire body became paralyzed with an astounding combination of pleasure and pain. It was the most alive, animated and impassioned he had felt in his entire life. He moaned out loud as she continued to suckle his neck greedily. Holger’s head lolled to the side weakly and he was barely conscious when she withdrew. He smiled deliriously as his eyes rolled closed, feeling well and truly…drained.

Kasha sat back and studied the man. Jenny Lee had sought her out to drain Holger literally in retaliation for draining her emotionally. The bitter woman was ridiculous and didn’t realize the danger she had posed seeking out her kind. Kasha let her live, but only to learn more about this engineer with the rigid lifestyle, not encumbered by emotions.

She headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower to clean up the blood dripping onto her sweater. She should have known better than to wear cashmere for such a night, but lonely men so loved soft things.

Oh yes, she would keep this newest pet. He was much like her, uncomfortable and awkward with emotions and intimacy. He was a dream mate. In fact, never in all her hundreds of years had she found a man who was more like the undead in his mortal state than a vampire. And now, she had ensured he was drained of the last of his humanity to join her without conscience in search of the “cure” for their anemia.

And Kasha knew just the first feasting she would offer her new lover. A brittle, dried up woman tied up in her car’s trunk.

Jenny Lee.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Lonely on a Friday Night?

It's that time again. From now until the last person gives up commenting, we all just hang out and chat, giggle, make comments about "Ghost Adventures" tonight, flirt, and share philosophy and cocktails. You may begin commenting now....

Q&A With Ben and Jael from "Fact or Faked"

(Sorry, Ben, I just had to use this shot above--it was too cute)

Right now, I'm on a Q&A with Ben and Jael from "Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files." Lucky me, I got the first question. You know I had to ask Ben-Baby a question.

Did you ever want to investigate something the rest of the team didn't?

Ben said, yes. UFOs are one of his favorite subjects and they had a bunch of triangle ones in Russia being seen by huge amounts of people and might have been a hoax, but with so many witnesses, he wanted to check it out.

Did you ever find out anything about a case afterwards that changed your mind?

Ben said, yes. An upcoming episode this season in Washington State he entered very open-minded and found the witness to be not credible.

Ben also opened up that he was a nerd with microscopes as a kid. "X-Files" was on when he was in high school and he thought the job was so cool and loved the paranormal cases. He was influenced by that. He studied crimonology. He worked for private and gov't agencies doing research, interviewing, putting together evidence, making conclusions, that type of work. He was mostly doing ghost hunting before the show and interested in UFOs for over 20 years and the production company had no concept yet, so they sat down and talked about what was lacking on TV. They got the ball rolling from that. They added some team members, some swapped out, brought in Jael because of journalism background and "Destination Truth." Ben had investigation background and Bill was well known in paranormal community, so they all joined together.

Jael's favorite case was the weird walking stick figure on the person's lawn and it creeped her out. There were also 2 sightings of it while investigating. Jael will be doing 2 guest episodes on "Destination Truth" next season.

Ben said he would like to spend a couple weeks in AZ camping and checking out UFO stuff. Hey, Ben, honey, if you come here, you better contact me. I'll show you some pretty wicked places where I've seen UFOs and a gorgeous view of the moon, as well. :-)

I am really really really looking forward to this season beginning Thursday Oct 28th on SyFy after "Destination Truth."

"Ghost Adventures" Drinking Game! And More Skittles the Clown

(The creepy and cool post to check out today).

Well, tonight Zak and the boys are going to a nursing home, hence the video chosen above. I'll admit that I got a chance to see the episode earlier and it actually is one of my favorite ones they've done in a very long time. Definitely worth a watch in the dark with a good warm drink. The drinking game's only requirements are you stay home to do it and watch the show--duh! Take a swig for every "bro," "dude," "man" and every time Aaron's mouth becomes unhinged in horror. Tonight's drink at my "Day Spa"? Disarrono in hot cocoa. I wanted something sweet and potent (the way I like my men and drinks. Oh hell, I guess sometimes I like my drinks stiff and my men... well, you get the idea).

Don't forget tonight at 7 pm EST, we have "Lonely on a Friday Night" here. Come and comment back and forth, flirt, goof off, tell us what you're drinking, comment on the show as you watch it. Everyone is welcome. We go until the last person passes out or turns off his/her computer. Oh, and I got wise and eliminated the blasted word verification. I never thought about changing the original settings from 3 freaking years ago. It should make commenting a breeze.

Oh, and here's another insane video from last night. It seems that Skittles the clown doll, bought for all the best intentions to keep my ventriloquist doll, Dale, in his place, is now terrifying us both. We have a plan of how to get rid of him. Wish us luck.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

How We will Defeat our Captor

"Destination Truth" SyFy Yahoo!

Okay, so daily I'm going to direct you to something creepy I found on one of the blogs I follow, something that is dark and will get you into the Halloween spooky paranormal mood. Look for today's here.

Yeah, I have a drinking game for "Ghost Adventures" and those of us who believe "Destination Truth" is our very favorite show, desire a drinking game as well I've suggested it before and I'll remind you; take a swig for every time they take a new form of transportation (this an even include hiking). Stay home, for pete's sake. You're going to seriously get buzzed.