That Spooky Lady

09/25/2022

Owning a haunted bookstore sounds like a nightmare. You will find random magazines with page corners that are bent from idling ghosts, human leather skinned books bleeding all over the rest of your inventory, and don't get me started on how nothing is ever going to be where you placed it. Ever.

04/25/2022

03/31/2022

Morbidplaythings looking great in print!

A bonus page reveal for the new Book of Haunters Volume 8. Submissions now being accepted! Hi-res images to [email protected]

03/29/2022

Character Highlight:
Penelope the Pierrot Clown

Penelope always loved to make people laugh. She was, traditionally, portrayed as a sad clown, loving and devoted to comedy. She traveled with a French theater troupe but never quite fit in. She was teased and bullied by the other performers. Amongst the performers was Ivan. Penelope's heart pined for Ivan even through the ridicule she endured from him and the rest of the group. Their comments cut through the grease paint Penelope would put on nightly before the show:
"You're not even that funny."
"Penelope, you're in the wrong tent. The elephants stay over there."
" We only keep you around so the troupe has their own circus to laugh at."
"They should've left you in the gutter you were found in."

But nonetheless, Penelope performed. She would pantomime, dance, and do her tricks for the audience. It seemed to be the only motivation she had... Well... That and Ivan. Penelope would leave him small gifts, anonymously of course, in the hopes of building a strong fire for her small flame of desire.
One night after a rained out show, Penelope approached Ivan's tent. She decided tonight was the night that she would be honest with herself. Her voice trembled as she spoke through the tent's layers and Ivan greeted her. He did not invite her in. The rain fell over Penelope as she confessed her feelings to the man before her. He laughed. He laughed right into her fu***ng face. The pierrot fell silent as he laughed. Her makeup ran down her face. Some of it from the rain. Some of it from the tears of hurt and outrage.
Penelope experienced her first of many rage-induced dissociation. She watched herself grab Ivan by the collar and drag him into the rain and mud. He protested but it was no use. She had the upper hand and pushed him into the ground. Hovering over him, Penelope picked up a large rock that helped to anchor his tent and she hit him. Then, she hit him again and again and again. She was screaming but no sound could be heard between the violent act and the thunderous rain. Ivan no longer resembled a man but had the uncanny resemblance to ground meat that had been smeared with broken teeth.
Penelope regained her body and she stood over the pile. As the rain continued to fall, all was silent to Penelope. She laughed. She laughed a laugh that was finally heard. The pierrot no longer felt sad.

03/24/2022

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03/24/2022

A fantastic shot from the costume ball at Transworld last weekend!

03/23/2022

Thank you, boils and ghouls, for all the love! I plan on keeping new character highlights weekly and who knows what else!

03/22/2022

Another great video from Morbidplaythings !
I was able to debut my newest creation. I am.the very last character you see. Thank you for the shout out!

03/22/2022

Character Highlight:
Nurse Norman Louise Johnson

Norma was head nurse at Auburntown Asylum during the 1970s. How did she get there?

Norma was a known s*x maniac who got into the wrong place at the wrong time. When her memory came back to her, she was left stranded in the middle of the woods somewhere in Tennessee. Blood ran down her legs and her entire body ached from what she guessed was rohypnol and the group of men she was previously with. Delirious, she started walking. Stumbling. Walking. Screaming. Walking. She came to a road. It was quiet countryside.
"You can't go wrong when you go right," she told herself and set off in that direction. Cars passed but no one stopped. Time was only an illusion set by the passing sun. As the sun set and the moon began to rise, a rusted, red pickup truck pulled beside her. The passenger window rolled down. Behind the steering wheel, a man with long and greasy black hair looked at her from behind his sunglasses. She could see the scar over his right eye.
"Rough day?" She said nothing but didn't break eye contact. The man leaned over and opened the passenger door. "Get in. I'll take you to the hospital." The air was thick with Tennessee humidity. She reached for the door handle and felt a shock of electricity. She climbed in but did not buckle her seat belt. The stranger drove. She left her hand on the door handle in case she needed to make a quick escape. "You don't have to do that. I won't hurt ya."
They drove in silence. Soon, they pulled into a lot next to a large building in the middle of a field. "Where are we?"
"Home," he said. "I'm Doctor Kevin Klein. Welcome to Auburntown Asylum."