The Color Of Evil
In THE COLOR OF EVIL by Lori R. Lopez, a mysterious woman appeals to a Nun at a Convent for help with her strange affliction.
In THE COLOR OF EVIL by Lori R. Lopez, a mysterious woman appeals to a Nun at a Convent for help with her strange affliction.
Ghoulish Horror Host MISTER MACABRE introduces three Shorts by Lori R. Lopez to read before turning off the lights and allowing Night’s inhabitants to roam.
What terrible event turned a young woman’s hair white in a matter of minutes, and why is she spending Christmas Eve under observation in the Psychiatric Ward of a hospital?
Under the city’s canals, amidst a secret web of conduits Hide many a wonder in the disguise of darkness, Veiled by shadow and a discreet demeanor, a shyness
You are never truly alone. While you sleep, nocturnal creatures stir. A couple discovers that things have changed overnight, and they are no longer in control. Their house is full of cobwebs . . .
A black hole is etched in my soul Space has no end, no beginning It bounces to the knife-edge of Nevermore And beyond, perhaps too far
The birds of night flap broodful wings Against the pewter clouded mist Though sleep might claim most At this hour of witchcraft and ghoul Their leather-like flails evoke a restless
There was something in the basement . . . A girl cowered in her bed at night and listened To a mournfully somber wail that echoed Through the floor of her room, imprisoned.
Halfway to the city of angels I may have lost my mind I think it fell out the window of the car When we hit a bump on the freeway
What if you woke And found yourself cursed — The clock ticking backward Your reflection unreversed? If the canary were tweeting Dead-battery-chirp babble And you drew only blank tiles
The score from The Mudpuppy Author Reading video, composed and performed by Noel Lopez.
A song for a funny spooky animated dance video featuring Chupacabras, as described in the humorous fantasy novel titled DANCE OF THE CHUPACABRAS by Lori R. Lopez.
A demonic entity will return at Midnight on All Hallows’ Eve to claim the lives of a child from each family. A young woman scoffs at the legend and invokes the monster’s rage.
The stars cast their glance To an unknowing person A weary wanderer In need of comfort tonight He sleeps in the brush of the forest
My dear companion I treasure these moments When I am with thee Free To breathe the wind That floats aloft the sky’s saddle The winds of the world The tides of travel
What terror lurks behind the fence in an ordinary neighborhood? What manner of monster will you see if you peek through a knothole? Something ugly. Something angry. Something with a very large appetite.