Elisabeth McBride and The Evil Ones


Jezidiah sat on the front steps of the large mansion, talking to Martha Jean.

“Do you think she’s forgotten about us?” He asked Martha Jean. He looked at Martha Jean with his big brown eyes.

“Who?” She looked at Jezidiah.

“Angie, she’s been so busy doing other things that she’s hardly advertised us at all.” He said, with a worried look in his eyes.

“Who could forget about us? No one could forget about us.”

“I hope you’re right, Martha Jean.”

“Oh come on, Jezidiah. No one could forget about Elisabeth McBride or The Evil Ones. Her sadness, isolation and loneliness rips at your heart strings. Her evilness lives in the deep, dark crevices of your soul.

Who can forget about Elisabeth’s wonderful sense of humor? You remember the time that investigator’s skin fell off? Or how about the one she sent home crying to Mama? You have to admit Jezidiah once you read about Elisabeth McBride you will never forget her.”

Martha Jean smiled at him. She wasn’t a pretty woman, but he loved her, just the same.

“I guess you’re right, they couldn’t forget about us if they wanted to. Halloween is coming up, and they’ll want something scary to read. If Elisabeth McBride isn’t evil enough for them they can always read The Evil Ones, just to get an idea of exactly how wicked Elisabeth can be.”

Martha Jean nodded.

The front door of the mansion opened. A child with long, dark hair poked her head out the door.

“Martha Jean, someone’s at the back door!” She shouted.

“Elisabeth, darling, let them in. Let them in!” She stood up, and dusted herself off. “We haven’t had a visitor in simply ages,” she winked at Jezidiah. “Don’t worry, Jezidiah. They won’t forget.”

Jezidiah and Martha Jean walked back inside the mansion, while Elisabeth stood at the door. “Don’t worry, they won’t forget, and I’ll be waiting!” She laughed wickedly, as she shut the door behind her.


Read ‘Elisabeth McBride’ and just incase you didn’t get enough horror out of that one ‘The Evil Ones’ will be sure to please you!



There ain’t nothing funny about crazy!

It's Showtime (2)This is a twisted tale of Michael, an abused and tormented soul whose flashbacks of his childhood give you insight into a lost and trouble upbringing. With a “Tales of the Crypt” feel to it “It’s Showtime!” weaves you through a tale of mystery, suspense, and murder you won’t want to put down. You won’t soon forget the haunting smell of Michaels mother’s perfume, that teased and tantilized his nostrils making them dance with curiosity all over the food court. His father’s ties that have stories all of their own to tell. His “Goody Bag” in which he kept under lock and key. Last, but not least, his closet with all of his beautiful clothes.
Michael~who needed to save his victims from a heartless, cruel world full of people who never wanted them. Useless, weak people whom the world did nothing, but tease and ridicule.

Until one day……

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No One Is Safe While…


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After surviving a car accident that killed her father, three-year-old Jennifer begins having nightmares. It’s soon obvious she suffers from something more dreadful than the accident when she provides clues to a murder committed 3,000 miles away—and two decades before she was born.

Jennifer’s nightmares set off a chain reaction that prompts the infamous Zodiac Killer to emerge from dormancy and terrorize San Francisco for a second time.

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Goin’ Postal & The Creek

An indoor garden

As many of you know my daughter who is allergic to flowers has moved out of my house.  I’ve not had flowers in my house for almost 24 years.  Yesterday I bought my first hanging potted flower. 11196337_820708091349340_6815152646076824327_n I don’t know what kind of flowers these are but I decided I loved them and they were perfect.  Well, as that love got bigger so did the expense at Bi-Mart, perfect shopping for anything garden.  This is only the beginning…

1487434_820708131349336_5744387156344398942_n This, my friend, is a large square pot with gardening soil.  “What are you going to put in that pot?” You ask.  Well, now that’s a good question, and that’s when it all began…

I’ve been researching inside gardens, anything from flowers to veggies and herbs.  In one of the articles it gave me a list of awesome ideas for the home, even an apartment like I have.  Now, mind you, I don’t have a lot of room in this tiny two bedroom apartment, but I’m thinking we could deal with it.  It said to pick a window where it would be best to have the garden.  You might think we are crazy, but we don’t use our kitchen table very much, and although, it sits on the South side of our apartment, it really is the best place for sunlight on any given day of the week.  It is above a heater that we never turn on, and there are no fans around it.  The curtains help not give the direct light on the plants who don’t need it, and our  balcony helps give the direct light on the plants who do need it. 001 I’m thinking if you lift up the curtains and move the table, right under the window sill we can set up a large shelf and plant a small garden on top of it.  It would be perfect for our own vegetable garden.  I’m very excited about this idea and have researched what plants grow best in the house.  Lettuce, tomatoes, peas, carrots and mushrooms were listed and I think those would be perfect for our vegetable garden.  They’re all favorites so I am sure we will have no problems getting rid of them.

Okay, so we have decided where and what and now we’ll be off to Bi-Mart on Wednesday to get started.   Stay tuned for step two!

P.S.  I just wanted to stop and show you a picture of what is growing there now:

009 Two bamboo trees and some yellow flowers.

Stay tuned for step two! 🙂

Naked Twister

While my children are getting ready to leave the nest, and I have been confused about how I feel about things, I also have a little secret in the back of my mind I haven’t shared with anyone.  I know it sounds mean, and awful of me, but I’m not really trying to be mean.  I think every parent thinks about these things.  However, there is that little ping of guilt I feel every once in a while, when I do think about it.

When Cassidy was little we found out she was highly allergic to flowers and Christmas trees.  I don’t miss Christmas trees so much, but I’m going to cover my house with flowers.  I love flowers and I intend to have a dozen of them, at least.

059 These are some of my favorite flowers out at my Dad’s house in Pingree, Idaho.  I will be getting some of them.  I will also be planting a flower bed this year and maybe even a raised garden, when I figure out how to do it.  I am so tickled that I will be able to do that this year.

I will also be spending a lot of time at Bed and Bath picking out pretty smelling body sprays.  I can’t stand perfumes, but I love the body sprays.  Anything that is soft scented and makes a girl smell…well, like a girl.  (Lavender is yummy!)

Then, of course, the scented candles…a must have!  I haven’t had a bath with burning candles in so long I’d almost forgotten how.

Although, my days won’t be spent getting kids up and ready to go to school anymore, or doing their laundry, cleaning their rooms, making sure they take their pills every day, or lecturing them about boys I will be busy taking my life back.  Spending time with my husband, traveling, reading, writing, photography and maybe even a game of Naked Twister or two.

You want to know what the real secret is? I’d trade it all back to have my kids sleeping in their own beds again.

An Easter Story~

A couple of years ago my mother passed away.  It was literally one of the most horrifying experiences of my life.  She passed away a couple of days before Easter.  Her birthday followed and then, Easter and the day after, her funeral.

My mother was very big on holidays.  Christmas and Easter were two of her favorite holidays.  She cooked a huge dinner, usually ham on Easter and other wonderful side plates to go  with it.  We always had the family together and everything always looked beautiful and smelled wonderful.

This particular holiday wasn’t so wonderful.  Although, we had holidays without Mama, because Mom and Dad moved to Idaho to help take care of Grandma, we could always call her and wish her a Happy Easter, or whatever.  This Easter was different.

I’d gone to Idaho for the funeral and both houses felt very empty without her there.

The night before Easter I was having some sort of a melt down.  I sat in front of Grandma’s house bawling my eyes out.  My Grandma’s dog sat right beside me in the dark as I cried, smoked and cried some more.  He’d lick my hand and my face to try and make me feel better but nothing worked.  I felt like a part of me was missing and I couldn’t get it back. Ever.  I fell to pieces.

It was at the time right before night turns into day and I got cold. I went inside and grabbed my coat and came back outside and broke down again.  This time I felt out of control just thinking of how Easter was going to be without my mother this year.  I cried and cried.

The dog growled.

I froze.

I heard something just a few feet away, but the darkness kept me from seeing the noise.

The dog growled, again.

Something white scurried across the lawn, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

“What the hell…who’s here?”

I wiped my eyes and stood up, staring into the cold darkness.

Something white scurried across the lawn again.

This time the dog stood up and ran into the yard,  I reached inside the door of my Grandma’s house and clicked on the porch light.

I could hardly believe my eyes.

A yard full of white bunnies were scampering, hopping and playing around.  I squealed with delight and ran inside to grab my husband and my camera.  I thought ‘He’s never going to believe this.’

“The Easter bunny’s here, the Easter bunny’s here,” I said, completely delighted for my Easter surprise.

“Angie, you’re going to wake up your Grandma,” He said, quietly.

“She can see the bunnies, too!”

For the next couple of hours we chased rabbits and took pictures.  Most of the rabbits you can’t see anymore because they’re hiding.

The strange thing about all of this is on the phone my mother told me that Dad was raising rabbits and selling them.  Mom hated it.  So when the rabbits got just big enough she would open their cages and let them run free.  Her and Dad would argue about it, but she’d do it anyways.  Dad finally quit raising rabbits.

So, what I am asking is this just pure coincidence? Or is this a mother who wanted to stop her daughter from crying on Easter morning and this was the only way she found to communicate with her?

I never shared this story, (only with my boss and friend Debbie Rodriguez, because I knew she would understand).  I didn’t even tell my sister about it.  I think about it every Easter, though and I am convinced…it was my mother.

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The Tales of the Undead


Vampires have ruled the horror genre since the beginning of time.   They are mythical creatures whose appearance in fiction have become rather glittery and frilly, as of late.  In an attempt to defeat the Hollywood vampire, and to bring the vampires back to the dark side where they belong,  a writing group of mine was challenged to write a short story starring our favorite blood sucking creature, the vampire.  This is my attempt at saving the vampires:

 Blood Cravings by Angie Blake

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