tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post6727247968547973526..comments2023-11-02T02:40:48.410-07:00Comments on Crime Fiction Collective: An early BOO.L.J. Sellershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10213491074676394406noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-11514536455041729582013-10-24T18:09:22.879-07:002013-10-24T18:09:22.879-07:00Bela scared the willies out of me, too. It IS what...Bela scared the willies out of me, too. It IS what we can't see, isn't it? I'm an adult now, nearly a crone, age-wise, yet I still have this feeling, when I'm taking out the trash at night. There is a cold, clawing hand out there, reaching for my shoulder.Gayle Carlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15783449240138097315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-40949947955460611072013-10-24T18:07:07.555-07:002013-10-24T18:07:07.555-07:00Okay, I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight,...Okay, I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight, Basil.Gayle Carlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15783449240138097315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-57341670356263812492013-10-24T15:40:38.336-07:002013-10-24T15:40:38.336-07:00Well, now that I've written that I probably wo...Well, now that I've written that I probably won't sleep tonight. <br />;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13152540665352170999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-39161072836966733322013-10-24T15:36:21.557-07:002013-10-24T15:36:21.557-07:00Um… and you don't do horror?Um… and you don't do horror?Peg Brantleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04906858123466177508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-26959393936359833032013-10-24T15:34:25.259-07:002013-10-24T15:34:25.259-07:00Fear is not a feeling, it’s an act of your will. O...Fear is not a feeling, it’s an act of your will. Or shall I say, an act of my will. I am the shadow of your terror. My breath, the chill that makes you pull the blanket tight on a warm night. My eyes, the reason you draw the curtains at night. My feet, the sound outside your bedroom door. I am the nightmare shape that flits across your sleep drunk vision as you quiver in your bed, begging that heaven render you invisible. There is no escape. I am in your head. I am the eater of souls.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13152540665352170999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-91514845106951386012013-10-24T15:34:08.446-07:002013-10-24T15:34:08.446-07:00Interesting how easily we can be scared by what we...Interesting how easily we can be scared by what we cannot see. I too am not a fan of horror. The movie that scared the willies out of me, and made me swear off horror as an entertainment option, was the 1931 Dracula with Bela Lugosi. Twelve years old, after midnight, only one awake in a dark room that movie gave me a physical dread of having to walk to the end of the hall to go to bed. Funny thing is, after 30 years of avoiding horror movies and books, when I first started audiobook narrating I got picked to do a whole string of horror novels. Have three more lined up this month. Have I got over my dread? No...I just keep a gun with silver bullets, a stake and some garlic in the recording booth.<br /><br />As for you challenge... how about what follows?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13152540665352170999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4954486699810607306.post-21320729221144843702013-10-24T14:40:55.991-07:002013-10-24T14:40:55.991-07:00Too much work for me, Gayle. But I am going to try...Too much work for me, Gayle. But I am going to try and find Cat People!Peg Brantleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04906858123466177508noreply@blogger.com