There's just something about this time of year that makes you feel like a kid again. Am I right? Dreaming of a white Christmas. Seeing Santa at the mall. The Christmas lights. Presents under the tree. Candy canes and Rudolph and Silver Bells and running down the stairs Christmas morning. It's nice. Really. But today I'm not bringing you stories of holly jolly children who made Santa's "good" list. Nope. I'm here to share some creepy kid stories, because that's what we do here at the Midnight Society. We crush those sugar plums that dance in you[...]
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4 Hey there, boos and ghouls! Halloween is a little more than a week away, and you know what that means. Yep, your local grocery store will soon be out of Reese's Peanut Butter Pumpkins. It's tragic, I know. But at least we here at The Midnight Society have another fun Halloween contest to help take your mind off of it! Here are the rules: * Carve a really cool jack-o-lantern * Like The Midnight Society Facebook page * Post a picture of your really cool jack-o-lantern to our Facebook. (If you don't have Facebook, you can still participate. Just comment here o[...]
You played with dolls as a child, right? Dolls can be fun... or they can be the ultimate fear factor. You know what I mean. Hard plastic eyes that you could swear are staring at you. So you move to a different place in the room BUT THE EYES FOLLOW. Or, the doll was sitting on the couch. You are SURE it was sitting on the couch but then, why is it on the floor? I admit, I had a thing about Care Bears when I was young. I swear mine were possessed or something. They moved, they STARED. They were scurry. But now that I'm all grown up, I'm past all that. Yep. Dolls ar[...]
All those silent, watchful things that we grew up with from the time we were children — the stories shared around campfires, at sleepovers, secrets handed down from older siblings — we grew out of believing they were true, right? There’s nothing behind the cracked door of your closet, open two inches too far to show anything beyond the slat of pitch. There’s nothing under the bed that might reach for your ankles if you slipped from the covers to place your heels on cold floor. And certainly, there’s nothing waiting in your peripheral vision in a darke[...]
