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Post-Halloween Interlude – CGI Ghosts!

CGI ghosts are horrifying. They creep up behind you, seeming to almost blend in with their surroundings. Their feet kinda hovering above the floor – are they supposed to be floating or is it just poor compositing? Doesn’t matter. It’s ghosts!

CGI ghosts are nothing but possibility. They could be in the room with you. They could be just outside the window. They could be in the foreground or background. Are they transparent? Are you? It’s almost impossible to tell! It’s ghosts!

CGI ghosts aren’t limited by the confines of the physical world. Or even the metaphysical world. They don’t feel the need to to enter a room through a door, a window or a wall. They just float in from off-screen. CGI ghosts don’t leave like normal ghosts either. They can burst apart into a thousand identical leaves or crumble into unconvincing ash. It makes no difference which. It’s ghosts!

CGI ghosts sometimes bear the faces of dead loved ones, but these faces are plasticky and the mouths don’t move right. This is not a flaw, however, it is a feature. It makes these ghosts seem unreal and therefore scarier. The eyes of the CGI ghosts seem to float within the head, hovering just behind their eye holes. The muscles of the faces of CGI ghosts move independently of one another and not always in concert. Still, it is creepy. It’s ghosts!

CGI ghosts don’t need no bustin’ because they are always welcome despite their hostile actions. CGI ghosts are the real life of the party. CGI ghosts push envelopes. Think outside boxes. Impress your girlfriend. Know all the best bands. CGI ghosts don’t haunt; they help . . . you be a better person. It’s ghosts!

You got a problem?

CGI ghosts!

You need a hand?

CGI ghosts!

You like that girl?

CGI ghosts?

That’s some good soup!

CGI ghosts!

CGI ghosts!

CGI ghosts!

CGI ghosts!

CGI ghosts!

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Halloween Interlude – The Shortest Ghost


The Shortest Ghost was very short
Not even two feet high
He looked up to the other ghosts
Who called him “Little Guy.”

The witches called him “Goblin Food”
The mummies called him “Thumbkin”
The Draculas just picked him up
And stuffed him in a pumpkin.

The werewolves all turned up their snouts
As if he wasn’t there
The bats and spiders laughed at him
The Devils pulled his hair

Each Halloween he hoped and dreamed
He’d pull off one big fright
And listen to the children scream
And cry for mom all night

But, when the spooking hour came
The other ghosts would sneer
“A tiny ghost with no loud ‘Boo!’
Does not inspire fear!”

This Halloween, he sat at home
And watched some DVDs
But scary films just made him sad
And he’d seen all of these

And so the Shortest Ghost set out
He thought he’d Trick or Treat
With emphasis on “tricks” because
The treats he could not eat

He stalked a motley group of kids
Who’d not, for hours, be missed
And with a pounce enveloped them
Within his spectral mist

He showed them sights – obscenities –
No living being should see
The face of Death, the Hills of Ot
The Red Pnakotic Sea

He led them through Zehirete
The Holy Womb of Light
And bathed them in The White Fire
Which Is Darker Than The Night

Shub-Niggurath – the Black Goat
With a Thousand Hungry Young –
Ignored them, but not Nyarlathotep
God of the Bloody Tongue

The King In Yellow, Hastur,
Lord of Interstellar Spaces
Was dropping by and broke their minds
By showing them his faces

The Shortest Ghost then dragged them deep
Beneath the ocean’s waves
Where mermaids, fat with sailors’ blood,
Lured men down to their graves

And, down where dead Cthulhu dreamt
And Dagon held court, too
The Shortest Ghost swam in their ears
And whispered to them

The children screamed, or tried to,
For the ocean filled their lungs
But, soon enough, it mattered not
For death had stopped their tongues

He’d played his trick, he’d had his treat
The dawn would soon be there
The shortest ghost now had his proof
That he knew how to scare

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” his brothers cried
As he rose out of the foam,
“The Old Gods wake! The Howler Screams!
The Shambler starts to roam!”

“You’ve called attention to mankind
With your stupid little trick
We’re sorry that we called you short
But, this is pretty sick!”

The Shortest Ghost looked hard at them
And, then into the sky
The stars blinked out, the clouds dripped blood
The moon revealed an eye

He thought, “Well, no more haunting now
The dead won’t fear the dead
And, no more Halloween for us
Just endless dark instead”

But, never did the Shortest Ghost
Regret what he had done
For size is always relative
Beneath a blackened sun.


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Halloween Interlude – Morning Run

It was brief, so I can’t be sure I really saw it. A face – a kid’s face? – looking out of the upper floor window of a bungalow. I ran by so quickly. Still.

Five o’clock is pretty early for a kid to be up. But maybe, I don’t know, maybe he couldn’t sleep. Or, she. They. Maybe they couldn’t sleep. Maybe they wake up every morning and just stare out the window. Maybe, they’re looking for me to run by.

No, wait, that freaks me out to think about.

Maybe, they wait for anything to happen. Something to keep them interested. It’s not a busy street.

Maybe it was a fluke?

It was a white face. I know that. The streetlights made it shine a sickly yellow, but it reflected them well enough that I know it was white. Whitish.

Also, it moved. He moved. They moved. The kid moved. It wasn’t an “it.”

It was a kid.

Or, it was small at least.

I run by the house – I run by a lot of houses in the morning – and I see this face in the window and it freaks me out. I don’t, like, scream or anything, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop seeing it.

I keep expecting this weird feeling to fade.

What was it looking at? That’s all I want to know. What was it doing with its hands?

Oh, shit, it had hands.

I forgot about that.

It had hands and it was doing . . . something with them. Moving them. Waving? In front of its face?


It was covering its face with its hands and doing a peek-a-boo motion with them.


How did I forget that?

I ran past and it peek-a-boo’d at me. Really quick. Hands-face-hands. Really quick. 1, 2, 3. Blink, blink, blink. Really quick.

It was sitting there with its face covered. Waiting for me to run by. Why would it do that?

Running. Face. Hands. Face.


It didn’t cover its face. It just stared.


It did cover its face. I never saw its face.

No, wait.

It – it covered its face once and once it –

I’ve seen it before.

No, once it covered its face. Once it didn’t cover its face. Once it peek-a-boo’d.




Blink, blink, blink

How many times did I run by?

1, 2, 3 –

Wait, once it waved. It did wave. 4

1, 2, 3, 4

Covered, uncovered, peek-a-boo, wave

Did it say something.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Covered, uncovered, peek-a-boo, wave . . . whisper?



Or, yell.


Or hit the glass?


Did it crawl out? God, was it crawling out of the window?


Down the side of the house?


It was not unlike a child.


It moved wrong. Like it had too many legs. Or arms.


Too many mouths.


I can’t stop running.


I can’t stop running.


I can’t stop running.

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Halloween Interlude – Le Ghost

I was nothing until I met you. Just pieces of a whole. I dwelt in darkness, surrounded by the things that would come to define me. But, you found me. You put me together. You made me what I am. Or, was.

You gave me shape, a place to live, a job, a life. You gave me a life! You surrounded me with friends who shared my interests. You arranged things so I always had something to do. Something to look forward to.

You kept things fresh. You introduced the unexpected into my life by changing things up. Going off script. But, the pieces were always the same. Recognizable.

And, you would go away sometimes but you always came back. You brought new things, new experiences. I know I wasn’t always the most important thing in your life, but you never forgot me. You never forgot me.

But, I guess nothing lasts. I guess people get bored. I guess “changing things up” can only get you so far before you have to take desperate measures just to keep yourself interested.

I never knew how far you’d go.

I never knew how sick you were.

It wasn’t until I felt your fingers on my neck. Pulling. Pulling!

I had trusted you. I had thought you’d never hurt me, like I’d seen you hurt the others. But, then, you started pulling.

I tried to cry out, but you’d always been deaf to my pleas. I tried to signal for help from the others, but we never helped each other. We just watched. I’d watched, God knows. Smiling.

You pulled, and when pulling didn’t work you twisted, you wrenched. Until it worked.

You ripped that thing clean off my neck.

You dropped it under your table. Down into the place where I’d seen other pieces go. What did you replace it with? Someone else? Someone you though “fit” better for you little plans?

I don’t know. I couldn’t see. I didn’t want to see. I was already out.



By you.

And now, I’m here.

With you.


There are a surprising number of us here. Every time you did it, you made another one of us. And another. And another.

We’re small, but we’re many.

And we’re getting stronger.

So, get ready.

Our time is soon.

Boo, motherfucker.

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