Author Cheryllynn Dyess gives her thoughts on creepy clowns!


I asked authors concerning  their feelings about the phenomenon of “creepy lowns”

Cheryllynn Dyess replied…

It’s not long at all… but this is my experience and where it all started .

Why clowns creep me out all begin with the movie Poltergeist in 1982! I was a whopping ten years old and my mother thought this would be a good movie to watch. Yeah, well not so much but it did start the life-long trend of not liking clowns.

I remember when we sat down and watched this movie. I remember the room we were in while watching the moving.  I remember it being night because of course who would show this to their ten-year-old in the middle of the day, right? I even remember eating popcorn as it played and how my mother and her friend sat on the floor to get in closer.

That clown terrified me. I would never look at clowns the same way. While that has been 34 years ago, I still don’t handle clowns well. I am not terrified of them as I was in my childhood, but I do tend to give them their space and watch them ever so closely.

I have been to amusement parks where clowns try to be cheerful and I just stand back and shiver inside. Around 2008, I remember going to a theme park for Halloween and a scary clown came at me, I hit him. Poor clown was just doing his  job.

About Cheryllyn

Cheryllynn’s vivid imagination comes through in all she does in life. Her writing started in junior high, although she never truly shared her work until recently. They were kept hidden away in an old tattered orange folder. Original works she wrote as early as 1984 still hold ink on the pages and are just now coming to life. Paranormal and Fantasy are her favorite genres with Mystery and Thrillers close behind.

Born in Northwest Florida and raised in Southeast Georgia she developed a love for nature and the outdoors. Her experiences outdoors allows her to create universes with vivid detail. After a detour of almost twenty years in the health care industry and obtaining her Bachelors of Science in Healthcare Administration/Healthcare Information Systems she has returned to her love of writing.

Currently living in Central Texas with her family, she has begun a new chapter in life that has opened her heart and soul to many great adventures. Her hobbies include fishing, crochet, gardening…and of course reading.

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creepy clowns, thoughts and a poem by Giselle Marks


I asked authors concerning  their feelings about the phenomenon of “creepy clowns”

Gina Marks replied

I have no real childhood memories of clowns good or bad. I don’t like them and am suspicious of them because you can’t see their real faces, but they do not terrify me as such. I was terrified as a toddler of a five foot tall rubber Bugs Bunny that a friend of my father’s gave me. I screamed so much they eventually gave it away. So I asked a friend who I know suffers from coulrophobia, (that is fear of clowns, lol.) for her story and combining with the news reports I wrote you this.

Scary Clowns

Performing clowns can be very funny

they caper crazily to earn their money.

The feelings of children are rather mixed,

while others with terror stand transfixed.

Now killer clowns threaten our lives

posing for pictures with sharp knives.

Do they think it is some kind of clever joke?

I fear our sense of humour has gone up in smoke.

Scary clowns, now you take special care

We’ll find you and then you best beware.

Author bio Giselle Marks

Giselle Marks is an English writer, poet and novelist, born in London, who has been writing in many forms most of her life. Currently Giselle lives in the beautiful Isle of Man. Her family is grown, contented and expanding. She spends most of her time writing.

Her book ‘The Fencing Master’s Daughter’ is receiving good reviews. Together with her fellow writer and cover artist Sarah J. Waldock, Giselle wrote and illustrated ‘Fae Tales’ an anthology of fae and mythic tales updated to modern times and intended for teenagers and adults. Both books are available. Following ‘The Fencing Master’s Daughter’ she will be releasing ‘The Purchased Peer,’ a Georgian romance at the beginning of November.  This will be followed by ‘Princess of Zenina,’ the first in the sci-fi / fantasy Zeninan Saga. She has also completed two more Regency romances, ‘The Marquis’ Mistake’ and ‘A Compromised Rake’ and the first of a Regency gypsy series, ‘Jessica’s Tale – Book One, The Gypsy Countess series,’ although she is considering alternate titles.

Other long- term projects include a possible book of her poetry. Her poems have been published in Female First and she has entered two of their contests, scoring a win and a commendation. Giselle has had short stories published in a number of anthologies.



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Bizarre happenings on Halloween


When children tuck in to their Halloween candies, they might get more than they bargain for. Ronald O’Bryan had his own distorted vision of Halloween when he laced Trick or treat sweets with cyanide.

Kevin Toston a five year old also met a tragic end when he took his uncle’s heroin stash to  be sweeties. The family later tried to cover up the crime to protect the uncle, sprinkling heroin over sweeties. Drugs creep their way into Halloween sweets, a twenty three year old Mancuria  gave out packets of cocaine to children instead of sweets – despite the fact he didn’t hide it in any sweets, and police said he’d given the items “in error.”

If you get a sudden doorbell ring late into the night, think twice before you open the door.   Peter Fabiano was just about to go to bed, when the doorbell rang.  Grabbing some candy he went to accost his late night visitor,  only to find on his doorstep, not a child  enacting trick or treat, but a grown up porting a cheap mask.  On top of this the late night visitor was carrying a gun, concealed in a paper bag, pointing at his chest.  Once the late nigh visitor had slain Peter, she sped off.  The police at first were mystified by this “senseless murder” .

Peter who worked as a hairdresser was hardly the type to have enemies who would want to see to his demise.  They unearthed an ex-employee, namely Joan Rabel, aided by an anonymous caller they discovered the gun used to shoot Peter.  The locker was rented however by Goldyne Pizer,  who happened to be Ravel’s lover. Rabel twisted the mind of Pizer with stories about how Fabiano abused his wife.  It was Pizer who arrived and just about managed to fire the bullet that was to end Fabiano’s life.  In reality Rabel’s motive was to rid Betty Fabiano of her husband, because she herself was Betty Fabiano’s lover. In the consequential trial followed Rabel pleaded not guilty, and Pizer pleaded insanity.

An important part of Halloween is the decorations. It is true that Halloween has become very commercial. So imagine if you are driving in your car and see a woman hanging, the chances are you would simply deem it to be just another decoration.  Four days before Halloween in Frederica Delaware, there was a woman dangling 4.5 meters directly above the road.  When somebody realized this body was real and not some morbid decoration, the police were called to the scene. Sadly it turned out to be a 42 year old woman who took her own life.

In Ohio there was a similar occurrence, again it took a while before people dared to  verify whether they were looking at a genuine corpse.

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Born with special powers



Some people will have you believe babies born between midnight and 1 A. M. have the power to see ghosts. So does the seventh child of the seventh child. Further superstitions include  A baby that is born feet first will have healing abilities. Firstborn children are protected from witchcraft.

What if you were born with special powers, that you could see things others couldn’t. Imagine if you could see the dead.

Take for example Sally Cudmore, a trainee nurse who claims when she working in a special care unit, she was able to predict when someone would die. With nature of her job she was accustomed to death, but what made her job unattainable was the fact that those who died came back. Sally traces her special talent to when she was eight years old, when she began to see the spirit of a young girl. Her gift lay dormant until she began her career as a nurse and she was able interact with those from the spirit world.

She had her own warning signs when somebody was about to die, as she puts it “I knew someone was going to die when I saw red and black surrounding them and it became really upsetting.”

She claims that she was able to pass on messages to grieving relatives from their love ones.

After a point she decided to make a change of career from nurse to medium.

Ever heard of Bulgaria-born Prophetess Baba Vanga,  I came across her earlier in the year, her story is both fascinating as well as unnerving. She has been dubbed the “Nostradamus from the Balkans” and has an 85 per cent accuracy with her predictions. Some of her predictions include 9/11, the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami, the Fukushima nuclear spill and the birth of ISIS.  Scarily for me, (living in Europe) she predicts Europe as we know it will “cease to exist” by the end of 2016 following the systematic elimination of entire populations, leaving the continent “almost empty”, a “wasteland almost entirely devoid of any form of life”.

Up until the age of twelve she had led an ordinary life but following  a massive storm she mysteriously lost her eyesight.  She was missing for several days before being discovered, her eyes being covered with dirt and dust. It was during this time her great talent surfaced, that she could not only heal people but predict the future.

She even predicted Barack Obama’s election as president, saying the 44th president of the United States would be African American. Intriguingly she also stated that he would be the “last US president”. This does not look out of the question with Hillary and Donald, offering the world little hope as they spar for the presidency.

Her predictions go as far as 3797 when the world will finally die. However, human civilization will be advanced enough to move to a new star system. As to this prediction I feel she is being quite optimistic, the way things are going at the moment.

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The fear of being followed, alone late at night…


Ever had that terrible feeling that somebody is following you? Perhaps you have caught a late night train and while you are walking home, the streets are deserted.  Suddenly you  are aware of footsteps.  You want to turn round to see who is behind you, but your growing anxiety prevents you from doing so.  You increase your pace in the hope that you can lose this unknown person who you perceive to be following your trail.  When you finally get home the relief is palpable.

In my book of short stories, Flight of Destiny,  at the end of my story called “Cast from Hell” ,  there is a similar situation to the above scenario.

The train arrived late in the evening at the station nearest my parents’ house. It was dark and deserted, and I felt truly alone. I breathed a sigh of relief and began dragging my case down the dark road to my parents’ house. Wisps of fog slowly crept in, obscuring the stars, then the moon, and finally the local scenery. A few moments later, it began to drizzle.I heard a twig break behind me, followed by the repetitive click of heels on tarmac. I didn’t immediately panic, but I recall feeling increasingly uneasy. I picked up my pace, only to hear the sound of the footsteps behind getting closer rather than more distant. I turned abruptly to try a gain a cursory look at my stalker, but the combination of darkness, fog and drizzle, made it impossible to see anything more than a foot away. I turned and further upped my pace, but my effort was frustrated by having to drag the case. The dense fog parted momentarily and turned and caught a glimpse of a person not far behind me, the face shadowy and undefined. The fog immediately re-engulfed the elusivefigure. The person appeared to be wearing a hooded cloak and riding boots, which would account for the pronounced clicking noises that eerily reverberated along the road. The footsteps behind me slowed, crunched some slushy leaves, then resumed moving at a faster pace.My sense of dignity stopped me from calling out for help, but I nonetheless discarded my luggage and ran, hampered this time by the high heels I was wearing. I couldn’t shake off my pursuer, who, to my  horror, was now almost within touching distance of me. I became aware of my pursuer’s labored breathing, and for a moment, I could swear I caught the briefest whiff of perfume. It even seemed familiar,but in my anxiety, I wasn’t able to place it. My body froze when a hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to face the grey specter in what seemed like slow motion.

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Rest in peace in an unusual setting


Do you ever think how you would like to be buried when you depart this world?

Finding a random place to go for an afternoon stroll on Sunday, near where we live in Brittany, we chanced upon an incredible place. At first I wondered what it was, there were quite a number of park benches…was it a picnic area?  After all it looked out on a beautiful scene, a wonderful estuary; with sailing boats moored and the sound ship masts clanging.

There were mementos surrounding trees.  It became clear after a time, it was garden of remembrance. Some had surrounded their dead loved ones with photographs, of happier times gone by.  Some had attached wind chimes to the tree.  Others had placed plastic windmills, which gave a kitsch effect.

It was so unexpected to chance upon this place.  My little son who has no inkling of what death is about, ran and rolled down the hill, showing no respect…but on the other hand I wondered if those buried in this incredible area of land from their spiritual planes might appreciate his vivacity and exuberance…from above.

This place was so different from a typical grave yard.  The fact that each plot has a tree and its own personalized decoration and is in such a wonderful setting, rather than the forlorn image most graveyards give.  Driving back to our house we passed the depressing looking graveyard, shadowed by a tall industrial tower, I am sorry but I don’t want to end up there, put me in the Les Jardins de Mémoire, 19 Rue du Reclus, 56400 Auray, that’s the place to be


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A visit to the largest megalithic site in the world on the weekend of Journées du Patrimoine (Heritage Days)


It’s the weekend of “Journées du Patrimoin”e (Heritage Days) when you have the opportunity to visit places that are often out of bounds. This is French idea that dates back to 1991 when it was set up by the Ministry of culture. It means you have access to museums and other places of historical interest.

When we lived in Paris in the 5th district we had ample chance to visit places, such the place where Marie Antoinette was incarcerated before being dragged away to face the guillotine.

Now living in Brittany, we have to sample different experiences.  It is true to say that when there are events such as these in Paris, you have to brave long lines  of people who have hot on the same idea  as you to sample some historic  wonderment.  However in Brittany you have the luxury of no wait and a big open space. Kind of surreally you can hear the sounds of shotguns blasting away,  as hunters go about their business on a Sunday morning, under a beautiful prevailing blue sky.

On my wife’s tip off, we have decided to visit Carnac, which is a short drive for us. More specifically we are visiting the Ménec alignments, which have an expanse of 1,165 by 100 meters, huge granite menhirs aligned in several rows along approximately 4 km.

 We first consult a man in the museum, who tells us there areas we can visit and some we can’t.  I have to say that the area has been transformed into a bit of a tourist magnate, there is a train that drives you around the local area, full of tourists with their headphones gathering information. Tourism vies with ancient history.


We walk a while and enter a field, which is not only remarkable for its alignment of stones but also for its vegetation.  There is a carpet of heather,  thorny evergreen shrubs and beautiful wild flowers.  Butterflies flutter amongst this incredible greenery.  It’s a place of incredible beauty.

There are pilgrims who have come to take in this unusual place that has an undoubted magic about it.


A woman sits cross-legged on a stone, as if trying absorb the energy of the stones, as if she is about to float off to another dimension.

The rocks, were erected by the pre-Celtic people of Brittany, and are the largest such collection in the world.  We can only make wild hypothesis as to the original purpose of these alignments. Some believe their purpose is of some political nature, specifically  for the chiefdoms,  that it serves as a “royal representational mausoleum,” each stone being representative of one of the leaders of their history. Leave this aside to the historians and just take in the awe inspiring vision of these stones that  contain a magic about them.

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