Hello, my little demons.
It’s time to wrap up the first series in story time. What fun it has been to take my listeners back to the time when mom or dad would read you a story and tuck you in at night. It has been a pure delight to introduce to you the adult version of story time. The stories told here are ones of horror, and the time of day that you listen to them is up to you. Do you need the light on? Or can you immerse yourself in a terrifying story in the darkness of night?
I did very much enjoy doing this series. Some terrific horror writers were kind enough to give me permission to read from their devilish delights. Thank you to each an every one of these authors. Please, do check out what they are up to, all links are provided below. Take a listen to the readings you missed, and if you like the stories, get your full copy of their terrifying work.
Visit Daniel Willcocks – author of Twisted
Visit J. J. Reichenbach – author of Notorious Nix
Visit Sherri Pilon – author of Mysterious Fate
It has been so much fun reading these beautifully written works.
If you missed out, or want to listen again, please do. Grab a morning coffee, or a late night cocktail, curl up on your couch with a blanket, and allow me to send a prickle running down your spine, or perhaps whisper a chill through your bones.
Goodbye, beloved series. My little demon heart shall forever hold you within.
The first corpse was found in the woods by a little girl with bouncing blonde curls and pink boots.
This first corpse yanked Detective Mahoney from his sunny side ups and hurled him into a dark vortex in one foul swoop.
The first corpse with long dark curls, painted porcelain skin, and deep intersecting lacerations marking the work of a sadist.
The first corpse is the one that will haunt Detective Mahoney until he finds the sick psycho that left the body on a bed of leaves. Continue reading “The First Corpse”
Killers AND demons. Why, Julie, why? Why did you create such a ghastly sounding website?
I’ll tell you why.
The killers part comes from my obsession with serial killers. I’m absolutely fascinated with such dark, twisted minds, and have been for a long time. I’ve been watching Criminal Minds for years, and I squeal with delight when an endless stream of re-runs appears on TV allowing me a full day of binging on murder while the rain pelts against the window. When I’m cooking dinner or my latest French pastry creation, I love to put Forensic Files on in the background and pick up tidbits of gruesome acts and how DNA, fibres, or stupidly left paper trails lead the authorities to the killer.
I love to problem solve. I love investigations, and poking holes in the fictitious, or real ones, that I watch with eagerness. As for the killers, well, it scares me to death what real people are capable of. This particular type of killer – the serial killer – the kind of person who cannot be completely and accurately psychologically diagnosed, and who becomes so obsessed with a dark fantasy that he or she must play it out over and over – like some sort of horror flick – until it is perfect, fascinates the part of my brain that can’t look away. I can’t help wanting to figure out why someone can murder dozens of people and do unspeakable things to the bodies. I can’t help wanting to understand why it happens and why it’s so difficult to stop, to prevent, to nip in the bud. It’s terrifying. Just like you, I have my favourite genres of movies and books – and scary shit just happens to be right on top.
Continue reading “Killers AND Demons? Why is Your Creation so Ghastly?”