In the Dead of Night

In the Dead of Night

PTU Tube "Sugar Skull_2" by ©verymany

PTU Scrap Kit "Dead of Night" by Gothic Inspirations

FTU "Miz_Mask_245" by Mizteeques

I hear the whispers, know the fear...

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween

PTU Tube "Sexy Witch" by ©Alex Prihodko

PTU Scrap Kit "Autumn Solitude" by Pink Paradox Productions

FTU Mask "CM-HallowenMaskbysyl" by Creative Misfits Creations

Witchy woman, she how high she flies...

Twilight Forever

Twilight Forever

PTU Tube "Vampire_4" by ©verymany

PTU Scrap Kit "Magic of Chichi" by Gothic Inspirations

FTU Mask_Viv_0046 by Dragonfly

Twilight is upon us, soon night will fall and forever begins...

Sorcery

Sorcery

PTU Tube "Witches Rings" by ©Vadis

PTU Scrap Kit "Dead of Night" by Dees'Sign Depot

FTU Miz_Mask_091 by Mizteeques

Only one word will suffice when stumbling upon a practicing witch in the woods at night..."RUN"...

Snake Charmer

Snake Charmer

PTU Tube "Charmer" by ©Barbara Jensen

PTU Scrap Kit "Magic of Chichi" by Gothic Inspirations

FTU WSL_Mask353 by Weescotslass Creations

A beautiful woman can charm the skin off a snake....💀

Some Girls Bite

Some Girls Bite

PTU Tube "Slither" by ©Barbara Jensen

FTU Cluster by Caro Creations (No Longer Available)

FTU BackdropE02 from "Deliberate Descent" by Chaos Priestess

Some girls like to play rough...they often take a bite or two! 

Ready to Fly

Ready to Fly

PTU Tube "Lift Off" by ©Barbara Jensen

PTU Scrap Kit "Dead of Night" by Dees'Sign Depot

FTU Mask "minyu_TFLON_maszk05" by Minyu

Teaching bats to fly is hard work for a demon! 💀

Night Blood

Night Blood

PTU Tube "Gothic Siren" by ©Anne Stokes

PTU Scrap Kit "Desirous Magic" by Pink Paradox Productions

FTU Mask "4hwmask2.fecnikek2" by Fecnikek

Serious drinking going on at midnight.  All are invited to the party! 👻

Immortal

Immortal

PTU Tube "Vampire_3" by ©verymany

FTU Scrap Kit "Secrets" by Chaos Priestess

FTU Mask "JJS_95" by Jackie's Jewels (No longer available)


To be beautiful and live...forever!

Skull Garden

Skull Garden

PTU Tube "Alice" by ©Alec Rud

PTU Scrap Kit "I'm So Hollow" by Dees'Sign Depot

FTU Mask_DFly_0017 by Dragonfly

Loving this scrap kit by Dees'Sign Depot.  I have used it for several tags and a Facebook cover too! This lovely witch by Alec Rud happens to be far from scary, she's more like a beautiful vision! 

Finally getting back into my routine...which is a relief.  I was worried about my lack of walking and the effect it would have on my weight.  Amazingly, I lost six pounds since I got back from Washington DC! Now that was a pleasant surprise! 

Happy Haunting! 🎃💀👻

Raven Queen

Raven Queen

PTU Tube "Crow Girl" by ©Alex Prihodko

PTU Scrapkit "Autumn Gothique" by Pink Paradox Productions

FTU DD_NGM1_2015 Mask by Dangerously Delicious Designs

A beautiful queen of the night by Alex Prihodko, matching perfectly with the scrap kit "Autumn Gothique" by Pink Paradox Productions. I used ravens in the background, but she has a crow on her knee. What is the difference between a raven and crow?   

Ravens often travel in pairs, while crows are seen in larger groups. ... A crow's tail is shaped like a fan, while the raven's tail appears wedge-shaped. Crows are smaller in size, where a raven is the size of a hawk. Another clue is to listen closely to the birds' calls. Crows give a cawing sound, but ravens produce a lower croaking sound.

Fascinated with ravens and how they play upon the spookiness of halloween and the decaying season of fall. Whenever I see them, I get a chill down my spine.  What comes to mind is Edgar Allen Poe's poem of terror, "The Raven".

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

I can hear that raven rapping on my window....right now. Quoth the Raven...“Nevermore.”  🎃💀

Witchful Thinking

Witchful Thinking
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PTU Tube "Warlock" by ©Kajenna

FTU Scrap Kit "A Taste of Halloween" by Misteeques

FTU Mask "hw18fecnikek" by Fecnikek

Time is flying by so fassssssttttt....love this time of the year!  Cooler temperatures and hauntingly beautiful nights.  I am enjoying each day as it unfolds.  😎