Tuesday, October 8, 2013

"The Clown Statue" Creepy Halloween Story

Well who would have thought it - Due to "Pumpkin Seeds" being popular with my editors, I was informed that putting it on my blog would not be beneficial at this time. Never believed myself to be a writer of children's books, but was also told, it was the drawings and art work that I did that was what intrigued them. Not all writers have the ability to also be illustrators - so here's hoping that "Pumpkin Seeds" becomes a best seller or I step into the word of art.

So in the mean time I have to get on the ball and bring you those Halloween stories that I so crave. I've got 8 days to make up for, so lets get this 2013 Halloween Blog scare going. WAAA WHOOO!!Without future delay - below is a story sent to me from Chuck who lives in Portland, Maine. He tells  me it is one of his favorites but he is not the author of the tale. All I know is that clowns creep me out and this story gave me both the shivers and goosebumps, but don't forget to add the creepy music box music as you read - oh yeah!!!! Have a frightful day and I'll blog you tomorrow. 



The Clown Statue
 
SO-AND-SO'S FRIEND, a girl in her teens, is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house — you know the sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this specific room (he doesn't really want her wandering around the house) and watch TV there.
The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.
She resorts to calling the father and asks, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."
The father says seriously, "Get the kids, go next door and call 911."
She asks, "What's going on?"
He responds, "Just go next door and once you call the police, call me back."
She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, "So, really, what's going on?"
He responds, "We don't HAVE a clown statue." He then further explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching them as they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they were having nightmares.
The police arrive and apprehend the "clown," who turns out to be a midget. A midget clown! I guess he was some homeless person dressed as a clown, who somehow got into the house and had been living there for several weeks. He would come into the kids' rooms at nights and watch them while they slept. As the house was so large, he was able to avoid detection, surviving off their food, etc. He had been in the TV room right before the babysitter right came in there. When she entered he didn't have enough time to hide, so he just froze in place and pretended to be a statue.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

"Pumpkin Seeds"

Another Saturday is upon us again, and I am thrilled to know that we are now in the Autumn season. I've gotten my pumpkins out, the cornstalks are up and decorated, the mums are of multiple colors and are in full bloom and my favorite Halloween blowups are in the yard for another year. I love this season, have since I was a little kid - which brings me to today's update. I got a different request this year that I'm rather eager to publish and not many know I had a interest in.  As you know, I truly enjoy drawing, painting and anything that has my brain thinking creatively. This request still falls in the area of writing and with the Halloween theme, but not the spooky, mystery, thrillers, I generally gravitate towards. I was asked to try to write something on the happy side of Halloween that could be read to younger children. I was immediately intrigued with this idea and before I knew it, the brain started movin' and grovin'.  I still plan on bringing you the traditional Halloween style flair to other stories, but this one is more along the lines of cute, simple, and very heartwarming. A story that I hope will someday become a childhood classic.

Coming Monday September 30th, 2013 EST.

Join me in the adventures of 
"Pumpkin Seeds"
 the orange roly poly pumpkin faced kitten
and the happiness he brings to young Charlie Tucker,
who's missing his dad who has gone to war.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

"The Artwork" - Original Spooky Thriller written by: Stacey L. Bolin







 

Musical Accompaniment by: Dolomedes Threatening
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s925u_dFwh8




“The Artwork”


An original story written by: Stacey L. Bolin


Copyright: September 25, 2013
 

A bluish clammy gloom slowly draped itself around her as she continued to walk the darkened hallway towards the location of the mysterious scratching thumping sound that echoed through her home. Her husband and children lay silently asleep in the safety of their dreams. Bang! - Another sound now accompanying the unexplainable thumping that startled her to awaken and rise from the warmth of her bed.  Her feet naked upon the hardness of the floor gave refuge to the cold that nippily progressed throughout her body. She continued moving forward determined to reveal the sources of the dreadful sounds that grew louder with each step. Her breathing quickened as she guardedly entered the kitchen.

Her attention momentarily stolen by the intricate Victorian lacy shadow created from the rays of a full moon that shone brightly into the window and through the lace curtains casting the imagery upon the tile of the floor – it was appeasing to her. Scratch Thump! Scratch THUMP! BANG!  Fear simultaneously shook through her every sense of humanity as the unknown directed her every step once again.

She reached for the block of cutting knives, on the counter next to the stove, to accompany her fear with some level of protection. Something was out there, obscured by human sight, but not by sound. Thump! Bang! Scratch! Scratch! Her body startled by the sounds as she opened the kitchen door to the backyard. It was on their porch.

“Hello?” her mouth motioned, but not a word was spoken. “Is anyone out there? Hello?”

The silence of the night was deafening and triggered the sounds of ringing in her ears. She clutched the knife tightly as she stepped out on to the porch that wrapped around the home. BANG! The sound was just around the corner. Tears ran down her face, her heart raced, her body shook with the feeling of an adrenaline rush. A low wet, gurgling growling grew with intensity as the sounds of untrimmed toenails of a large dog or animal made their way closer to her. She knew that whatever it was they both were going to meet one another as they reached the corner of the house. As she turned the growl was met with razor sharp teeth and the color of yellow eyes that glistened and glowed in the moon light. The creature rose up to jump at her as she raised the knife and shrieked a blood curdling scream.

“Sweetie what’s wrong!” her husband yelled out.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

“Are you ok?” he asked in a soft voice hoping her scream didn’t wake the children.

“Did I kill it?” was all she could whisper.

Puzzled by her response, he calmly asked, “Killed what?”

“The wolf, the one that was…” she stopped what she was saying when she realized she was laying in the comforts of their bed. It had been all but a dream. A sigh of relief escaped thought her smile as she leaned forward and into the arms of her husband. “Thank god it was only a dream.”

Later that day their youngest daughter sat quietly at the dining room table intently working on a drawing. Her mother couldn’t help but ask her young daughter, “What could it be that keeps my little girl so focused on her art work?”

“I’m making you a picture mommy.” Her voice soft and gentle coupled with a look of innocence as only a child of eight could wear.

“You are... can I see it?”

“It’s not finished.” She turned and continued once again on her master piece.

“Please?” her mother asked as she glanced over her shoulder to sneak a peek at the art work that was transpiring.

A paralyzing chill raced across her body filling her with panic as she screamed causing her husband to rush to her side.

“What wrong?” he shouted.

“It’s done. What’s the matter mommy…don’t you like my picture? Her young daughter questioned as she held it up with a deep sense of pride for her mommy and daddy to see. “It’s you mommy. I saw you kill the bad man.”

Drawn as vividly as her mother remembered, the eyes, the teeth, the moonlight - it was all there, yet there was one important detail that differed from her mother’s memory.

“How could you have known? It was only a dream?” her mother asked.

“Oh no mommy…it wasn’t a dream.”

Her husband quickly chimed in, “she probably heard us when I woke you up from that scary nightmare.”

An extreme shout out, from their sixteen year old son, filled the air outside of their home, “Dad come quick!” Everyone rushed out the front door, but nobody was there. “Dad…back here! On the porch!” a sense of urgency filled his voice that was coming from the backyard.

When they got around the corner, they all stopped and stared.

“Dad…what happened?” His son questioned in disbelief.

They couldn’t believe their eyes. The siding on their house around the window had been deeply scratched and appeared to have been pulled back as if someone or something was trying to claw their way into the house. When they moved forward to get a better look, pieces of coarse brown dog-like hair had been embedded into each scratch.

“It looks like a bear did it?” he son remarked trying to find a simple answer to sooth his growing fear.

“The bad man did it and that’s why mommy killed him.”

They all turned to look at her as she stood holding her picture in front of her that she had drawn in crayon of her mother on the porch - and the scary wolf man that tried to attack her.