Have No Fear



10:45 P.M.

Slanted Eyes


Photo of moon taken by Ms. Vee Monster credit Scary Photo Frames

Photo of moon taken by Ms. Vee
Monster credit
Scary Photo Frames

The moon has a slanted eye this


As monsters walk along your


The ghosts are playing in the


Beware of the chilling


When ghouls come out to join the


Werewolves start to


And all the dogs begin to


Happy Halloween!

12:24 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

A Dream


Photo taken by Ms. Vee July 2013

Photo taken by Ms. Vee
July 2013

Last night while I was sleeping

I had a lovely dream

I was standing at a nearby stream

The rushing sounds of gulps and burps

Completely surrounded me

The rocks were white as pearls, sparkling like gems

I stepped a little closer, and took a look around

Stripped off all my clothing, and tossed them on the ground

Wading to the other side, feeling as if I’d been reborn

Stepping out the water, a hand reached out to me

I saw it wasn’t human, it was bark made from a tree

The telepathic message..

Come Ms. Vee, and sit with me

We have much to do, and a lot to see

Tomorrow when you wake

You will be always be with


Penelope Says Goodbye


The Nameless Children built this chair for Penelope's spirit Photo taken by Ms. Vee

The Nameless Children built this chair for Penelope’s spirit
Photo taken by Ms. Vee

This is a sorrowful ending to a tragic short story. I wrote The Nameless Children Part I and II. It wasn’t well received nevertheless, I have to put end to the story.

This is a dark short story, so if you have the heart to read it, I have added the links for Part I and II. I am curious to know what you think of my story. Please leave a comment, positive or negative. I do enjoy writing from a dark side.



Narrated by Ms. Vee…..

Penelope knows she’s dying. With each painstaking step, she is in chronic pain. Nothing will deter her from reaching the playground and seeing the children. She knows this will be the last time she will make the walk down the crooked dusty path.

Upon her arrival The Nameless Children form a circle around her. She collapsed on her favorite bench. She never felt the wet slime on the bench, until this moment, but she ignored it, and smiled.

Penelope spoke softly, and slowly. She addressed each of the children by name, beginning with the oldest. Alex, Brian, Xavier, Dawn, Anna, and Romona. Penelope’s voice was raspy when she said “Each one of you know that I love you dearly. I know you gave me the vision to see you, and my beloved Romona because you felt the connection and grief in my heart and soul when you were taken from this earth. I prayed each day, and asked God to forgive me for committing murder, and I will have to answer for my sin, very soon. Don’t feel any guilt for tossing those matches on that murdering bastard. I am tired, old, and sick.  It is time for me to close my eyes, and leave my weary body, and soul. I want you all to find peace, and not to be afraid of the rain, or fire. Play in this playground every day, and continue to fill the world with your laughter.

I can’t make the walk back home. I am going to lie on my favorite bench, with my loving children around me, and close my eyes.” Before Penelope could lift her feet up to curl on the bench; she died. It immediately started to rain, and The Nameless Children sobbed.

They buried Penelope under the bench, and built her a new one a few weeks later.

Alex, Brian, Xavier, Dawn, Anna, and Romona, sit on the bench at the playground every day!

….The End….


The Nameless Children Part II



playground (Photo credit: MademoiselleChaos)

Welcome back. Come along. Sit down.

The tale of the nameless children continues…..

The youngest victims were drowned. Their corpses were floating along the river. They were found, not long after, they were reported missing. Decomposition of their bodies had already taken place. I see their wet bloated faces, with holes in it, where fish had been eating at them. Some of the nameless children have gashes in them. Birds had picked at them too. They appear to have a permanent grin fixed on their face; most of the skin is missing. Their teeth are very prominent.

Their agonizing screams, from long ago, have turned to laughter in this playground. On the anniversary day of the first burn victim, the playground is engulfed with thick black smoke. The anniversary day of the last drowned victim, there is torrential rain. Those are the two days; the nameless children aren’t in the playground.

I am here every day. One nameless child is mine. I place the long stem black roses under each swing.

I killed that son of a bitch! I drenched his body with gasoline. The nameless children and I, threw matches and watched his body burn to ashes. I threw his remains in the river.

The nameless children were silent that day.

Can you smell them?


The Nameless Children I



playground (Photo credit: MademoiselleChaos)

The playground is full of children this afternoon. The sun is bright. The constant odor of stale smoke hangs in the air. The kids are running, and playing tag. The swings are creaking, with each forward, and backward movement. The rusty chains need to be oiled. The children don’t seem to mind. Their shrieks of laughter puts a smile on my face. Laying on the ground, under the six leg swing set, are long stem black roses. One for each child.

I visit the playground daily, sit on an old red, dry-rotted bench. The color is faded, and the wood is moist with green fungus, but it’s my favorite spot. I am the one who can see, and hear them. This is the only place the children are alive.

Sit beside me. My name is Penelope. I am going to tell you the tale of the nameless children.

Many years ago, a serial killer lived in our neighborhood. His victims were innocent children. He snatched them on their way to, or from this playground. He tortured them. They met their demise from being burned alive; or drowned.

The children that were burned, have charred bodies. Fingernails, and tiny pieces of skin, that resemble burnt newspaper, drop off their little bodies. I know you can’t see them, but you can smell them.

Oh my! Time has gotten away from me. I must go now. Meet me here tomorrow, so I can finish the tale of the nameless children.

To be continued………..

Early Morning Apparition

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What have you heard about people born with a veil over their face? Do you believe they posses the ability to see spirits?

I was born with a veil over my face; an extra layer of skin, removed at birth. My first sighting was at the age of twelve. This is what happened. I call this apparition Night Creeper.

I know something is here, in my bedroom. I feel it, an overwhelming sense of uneasiness. A shadow lurks in the dark. Its suspended in the corner, slightly below the ceiling. Like a puppet on a string. In the blink of an eye. I see it clearly, standing along the bottom of the bed. Night Creepers silhouette! It is a boy. (extra-sensory perception alert) Short, small-framed, with a scroungy suitcase. Although, no arms or legs are visible. I’m not spooked. Just curious.

Night Creeper seems hesitant to do anything. He just stands immobile. Finally; the suitcase opens, and three objects appear on the bed. A bright red ball, the size of a golf ball. A doll with a mangled face, one eye is missing; but beautifully dressed. The last object is a rotten apple. It appears to have been bitten into, and maggots and worms are crawling all over it. I gag, and think I might throw up in my mouth. Uggg, I can taste the bile. How disgusting! I hate bugs, and maggots are vile. I can not take my eyes off the apple. I will freak if the bugs start crawling on the bed. They don’t. Phew. I am terrified of worms and maggots, but Night Creeper doesn’t alarm me. Wow, I admit…I am weird.

The ball begins to bounce, it lands in my hand. And the doll is next to me. We play catch for about five minutes.

The sound of the neighbors rooster, startles Night Creeper. His objects jumped into his suitcase, and he was gone. He never did visit me again. But I will always remember, my first contact with an apparition. Wherever Night Creeper is, I hope the little boys finds a friend to keep him company. No one should be alone! Living or Dead.

Creeper House

Creeper House (Photo credit: EpF)

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