The Terror of Night Dad | Halloween Special

Vincent Tyler wanted nothing more than to be a father. Except he couldn’t have children. His grief, and possible madness, became so strong that one day he unlocked superpowers. He delve even further into madness by deciding to use those talents to protect the innocent. Vincent Tyler would remain a accountant during the day; but at night, he would transform into the terror of the underworld, Night Dad.

As Night Dad, Vincent possessed the power to persuade the guilty to do as he wanted by using his “dad voice.” He also knew how to embarrass a criminal and share this weakness with all present. His last talent is the ability to inflict pain through his cringey “dad jokes.”

Night Dad stalks the shadows in his white shirt and green sweater vest. So, be on the look out for his Number One Dad hat and listen for the soft whipping noise of his blue tie blowing in the wind. If he catches you…he’ll remove his belt and…


The villains jerked back in fear and gasped in terror.

The storyteller’s eyes took in the sight of the gathered fearful fiends with morbid glee. General Destruction chuckled to himself.

Rat Fink nervously thumbed his fingers; sweat dripped down his long nose and into his whiskers. The whiskers bobbed up and down as the sweat fell off and down to the floor. “Has this guy never heard of adoption?”

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

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Recommended #36 | Halloween Edition

The following are my opinion and do not reflect the opinion of any organization or person.

Here are some spooooky recommendations for Halloween. Happy tricks and treats.

I, of course, have to start off with the Halloween anthology book that I have a story in.

Hush: Anthology by Earnest Writes

Now that the shameless self promotion is out of the way, here’s the rest of the list.

Playing SPOOOOOPY Songs In Beat Saber… by Tempex

LUIGI’S MANSION 3 Gameplay Walkthrough Part 1 – FULL GAME (Nintendo Switch) by GhostRobo

🎃 CARVING the 7 DEADLY SINS on Pumpkins! 👻 *spooky* by Jazza

Slumber Parties Are Witch Gatherings by Let Me Explain Studios

The Lost World | DCEASED #6 Review (FINAL ISSUE, SPOILERS) by Fortress of Solitude

FNAF VR’s DREAD-ful New Game! | Curse of Dreadbear (FNAF VR Help Wanted DLC) by GTLive

Do you have any recommendations? Tell me in the comments.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

The Herobrine Exists Theory

With the revival of Minecraft, there comes many new videos and theories about the game’s hidden lore. The YouTube channel The Game Theorists is just one of those looking into various theories.

It is pretty obvious that some kind of civilization existed before you (the player) arrived. There are ruined structures, like the temples and the strongholds. And it seems that civilization is trying to start up again, hence the villagers.

With it being October, I plan to tell a ghost story–a Minecraft ghost story. You guess it. It’s a theory about Herobrine. (Not that big of a surprise since it was in the title.)

Supposedly, Herobrine is a mob or something that appears in worlds at random. He is always seen from a distance and vanishes. He looks like the default Steve character, except for glowing eyes. Some believe him to be a ghost or a glitch in the game code. But, maybe, he’s supposed to be there.

Maybe, he’s one of the ancient builders.

Obviously, something happened to the previous builders. What it was is up for debate. The Game Theorists say that the builders accidentally unleashed the Wither; they couldn’t beat it so they had to retreat to strongholds. They then evacuated to the End.

However it happened, the point remains that they had portal technology. They could go to the Nether or to the End. What if there was a lab accident while working on the prototype? And let’s say a guy who looks like Steve is caught in the blast. He is then trapped between worlds, blinking in and out. Maybe Herobrine is just trapped.

Or Herobrine could be something even more. Maybe he knew that their civilization was dying but wanted to warn the next one so he made a time machine, but it malfunctioned and he is phasing in and out of time. Wouldn’t that be something if he was a messenger trying to prevent history from repeating itself?

So next time you hear a story about someone seeing Herobrine, don’t laugh because it just might be some lost soul.

Happy Halloween.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

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Tricks and Treats

Happy Halloween all you Internet pumpkins. My plans this year involve watching scary movies and eating candy till I puke (which at my age is like one Snickers bar). But, here’s a list of Halloween tricks and treats you might enjoy. Stay safe and have fun.

  • 1. Fang and Claw by @GlennKoerner (an anthology)
  • 2. Tricks No Treats by @Cal1018
  • 3. Trick-or-Treat Man by @SebJenkins & @arielklontz (comes with an alternate ending by each author)
  • 4. The Last Vampire by @JEHallows (ongoing story)
  • 5. A Tale for Halloween by Colin Garrow, free at most online retailers
  • 6. An EVO murder mystery, Minecraft YouTubers Netty Plays, SystemZee, Solidarity, and others are invited to dinner at a mansion
  • 7. “How to Beat Michael Myers” by The Flim Theorists
  • 8. “Pumpkin Girl: An Animated Horror Story” by itsAlexClark
  • 9. “10 Scariest Piston Doors in Minecraft” by Mumbo Jumbo
  • 10. Disney’s Hocus Pocus
  • 11. The Haunting in Connecticut
  • 12. Garfield’s Halloween Adventure
  • 13. And because this is my list, my own collection of scary stories Tails from the Fallen Worlds
  • Fear the Skeeter | COW Oct 19

    Welcome to another “Confessions of a Writer” (or COW for short–FYI, I totally didn’t plan it to work out like that, maybe it should be COAW).

    Halloween continues to inch closer. And then the real horror begins…National Novel Writing Month (but that’s a post for another day). This post is about Halloween and how every year it makes my thoughts weirder than normal. Take this one that woke me up at the Witching Hour this morning.

    I woke up thinking about all the bloodsucking and/or biting creatures of the night. We’ve got vampires, zombies, werewolves, and even more. They all turn you into one of them with their bit or scratch. Suddenly, I became very thankful that mosquitos are not on that list. Could you imagine if that happened? You get bit by a mosquito and you become one! We’d have shows like The Walking Skeeter (though flying could work I suppose). And a half human-half mosquito creature…*shivers.*

    So, what do you think would be the most disturbing thing people could turn into thanks to a bite? What would be the most hilarious? What would be the weirdest? Personally, I think a banana. That’d just be weird if people started to turn into bananas. I’m not sure how a banana would bite someone, but then again there have been killer tomatoes.

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    Ghoulish Treats

    Looking for something ghoulish for Halloween? Here are some treats…and some tricks.

    Stampy’s Lovely World: Halloween Special

    Place Race Season 3 Playlist: All Hallow’s Season

    Joseph Gordon-Levitt and HitRecord have some spooky Twitter pics

    Google has a sweet treat of a Google Doodle

    Some video games, like Marvel Heroes Omega have Halloween tricks: new skins, decorations added to Avengers Tower, and buff potions

    Console versions of Minecraft “Mini-Games” (Tumble for instance) has a Halloween map and new levitation potions.

    A Jack The Ripper anthology on Wattpad

    31 Days of Fright–A Halloween Anthology on Wattpad

    Flashes in the Dark by JEHallows on Wattpad

    And, of course, my own Halloween Special 8 Bit Terror

    Thanks goes out to The Daily Post for the writing prompt. They’ve been a lot of help with coming up with ideas for blog posts. Keep up the good work.

    PS: Everyone have a safe and Happy Halloween

    Boo 👻

    Damsel Not in Distress

    I was running for my life.

     I’d been working on a case with the police. A serial killer was on the loose.

     I was getting close. Too close. One final message to police. Sally was in danger.

     When I could I would teleport. It must have looked weird to see someone running down the streets poofing in and out. But I didn’t care, I had to get to Sally’s.


     Sally sat down to have some popcorn. She’d just gotten it the way she liked and had a movie ready to stream. She plopped on the couch and took a sip of her soda. She was about to start the movie when the phone rang. She sighed and tapped her Omni-Cuff. “Hello,” she said, but all she got in response was heavy breathing. “Not funny, Danny.” She hung up.

     She turned back to the holographic projection, the title screen still selected. She was about to give the command to start the movie, but the phone rang again. Once again she answered and could only hear the heavy breathing. “I swear if you’re playing a prank…”

     “Having a nice night, Miss Pine?” said a voice that could freeze water. He then began breathing heavily again.

     “Who is this?”

     “You’re…protector is ruining my fun. I had such fun before the police brought him aboard. Superheroes have a way of ruining everyone’s fun. Now, I’m going to have fun with you.”

     Sally hung up. “Omni-Cuff, trace that call.”

     “Tracing,” said the AI voice. “Call came from inside your home.”

     Sally jumped from the couch and went on alert. She rushed for the drawer that held her weapon. It was gone. The phone rang again but this time it was broadcasted throughout the house. “Ah, ah, ah,” said the voice. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find it?” The line then went dead.

     Then the lights.

     When they came back on the serial killer stood a few feet away from Sally. He wore a poncho and hood. He looked like some kind of twisted modern version of the Grim Reaper. She reached for the dog whistle comm-link to contact me. He waved a disapproving finger at her. “We can’t have any of that. I’ve jammed all signals.”

     The man approached her, slowly. He wanted her to feel every moment of panic and helplessness. He had her turn around so that he could smell her hair. He took a long whiff. “Ahhh…” 

     This is when Sally head-butted him. The blow dazed him. She elbowed him and then took out his legs. He fell, hitting his head. Sally put her foot on his chest. “Guys like you have been coming after me ever since I met Dogboy. Did you really think I was helpless?”

     “Kind of,” he wheezed.

     Sally pushed harder with her foot. “Men.”

     I then came through the door. “Sally!” I stopped. “Never mind.”

     “I told you I could take care of myself.” She pushed down again with her foot causing the killer to cry out again.

     “Apparently,” I said.

    The End

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    Invited For Dinner

        I looked up from the map. “This looks to be the place.”

        Lightning flashed and thunder crackled. Somewhere in the distance we could hear a cackle.

        “You sure about this?” Ryack asked. “It seems sketchy.”

        I rolled up the map. “Eh, it’s OK. It’s Halloween. Someone probably set it up like this.”

        “I thought you said that people dressed up for this Halloween thing,” Aleya said. She gave our costumes a once-over. “What are you supposed to be?”

        I was dressed in a jersey and cap. I also had purple and yellow face paint and a big, foam finger. “I’m a sports fan.” They both looked at me. “If you’d known me before the spell, you’d get how scary this is…to me.”

        “And what are you supposed to be?” Aleya asked Ryack. 

        He wore a T-shirt with an 8-bit video game creature, jeans, and jacket with a symbol on the back that had “Rage Quit” in a circle with a line through it. He also wore a pair of headphones. “I’m a video gamer. This is what I wore when I did game walkthroughs on MyVideo.” He sighed. “999,999 subscribers before the Big Zap. One away from getting the Gold Milk Bottle.” He turned away for a moment. “Excuse me.” He put his hood up. It was kind of odd hearing sobbing with that demonic voice. 

        Ryack had managed to score a cloak and hood that could alter his appearance and voice when he put the hood up. When it was up, his voice and appearance would send chills down your spine. When it was down…well he was a nerd: higher-pitched voice, freckles, unruly ginger hair.

        So far, he and I are the only ones that remember the modern world before the spell that sent us all into this…fantasy world. Aleya does know that a spell was involved but doesn’t remember much about our previous lives.

        “He acts big and tough about everything else,” said Aleya, “but this he get’s upset over.” I just shrugged. “You do realize this is a trap.”

        “How so?” I asked.

        “You don’t find it mildly suspicious that you, the most wanted man in all lands of New Town, have just been invited for dinner?”

        “Quick question,” said Ryack after lowering his hood. “Is New Town a town or a kingdom?”

        “Both,” said Phil, the talking magic wand (before the spell he’d been the pen I’d written many rough drafts with). He floated out from the case on my belt.

        “How is that possible?” I asked.

        “Magic,” Phil said in a mysterious whisper full of wonder. 

        “You don’t know, do you?” I said.

        “Not a clue.” He then returned to the case.

        “So much for an all-knowing wand,” I said.

        “I never said I was all-knowing,” Phil’s muffled voice said.

        “I vote we leave,” said Aleya.

        “Too late.” Ryack pointed.

        The big, wooden door began to creak open. A pale man with a long face stepped out. “Good ev-en-ing.” Lightning chose that moment to flash. “The master has been expecting you. The other hmm, hmm, ‘guests’ have already arrived. Walk this way.” He started to walk away. He then suddenly turned and stuck a finger in my face. “I mean, follow me not imitate my gait.”

        “What are you looking at me for?” I asked.


        The butler brought us to a library. There were tons of books. I noticed that most, if not all were law books.

        “Welcome, one and all,” said our host. “Tonight’s dinner promises to be quite…delicious.” Our host was also pale and had a long, black cape. He also wore a fancy suit, kind of regal one.

        He’d really gone all out on this place. The cobwebs looked real. The bats hanging from the ceiling, fake of course, added to the affair. The windows had shutters so the only light were the candles and torches. The butler had returned to the organ and began playing horribly terrifying music.

        “I am known as the Count,” the host said. “And these are my…associates Johnson, Johnson, and Smith.” Each nodded in turn and looked to be as pale as the Count.

        A servant of some kind brought us drinks. I took a sniff. “Wine?”

        “No,” said the Count said. “I don’t drink…wine.”

        “That’s creepy,” Ryack said to me.

        “How? I don’t drink wine. Do you?”

        Ryack turned red a little. “I’m, uh, not old enough.”

        “Elves never touch the stuff,” said Aleya. “It messes with magic. We prefer tea.”

        “I’m a coffee man, myself,” said the Count. “Well, once upon a time.”

        Before we could get into the whole coffee vs. tea debate, I looked around trying to find a way to change the subject. “Quite the library. Are they all law books?”

        The Count chuckled softly. “Quite the eye, Mr. Maximus. We were lawyers. Quite good ones actually. Our firm never lost a case. Oil spills, scandals, corruption, we handled it all. We once even got the courts to fine some widows and orphans. Ah, those were the days. That is until the Master of Moor Manor cast his spell.”

        This conversation suddenly took a dark turn.

        “We went from being highly respected lawyers to bloodsucking vampires,” said the Count.

        “Not much of a leap,” I muttered. “So you invited us for dinner to help us on our way so that we could defeat the wizard and return the world to its normal order.”

        The Count chuckled again. “No. We didn’t invite you for dinner but as dinner.” As one, the vampire ex-lawyers bared their fangs.

        I pulled out my wand. “Do something!” said Aleya.

        “I’m thinking. I’m thinking. Uh, why do you guys want to kill us if we can end the spell?”

        “We are unholy bloodsucking fiends of the night,” said the Count. “It’s what we do.”

        I stepped back. “I object to this.”

        “Overruled.” The Count then hissed.

        “Just poof them away,” said Ryack.

        “It won’t work,” said Aleya. “Maximus was a storyteller in the other world. His magic is based on storytelling. 

        “Why can’t you do something?” Ryack asked Aleya.

        “My job is to aid the Chosen One. I mean, Maximus. That is where my magic lies.”

        Ryack took a long, annoyed breath. “So how would a storyteller defeat them?”

        “Uh, uh…” I said. My eyes darted around the room. I was coming up empty. “Uh, uh…” I then spotted it. A gavel. “Got it.” I pointed at the gavel and cleared my throat. “‘All rise,’ said the bailiff. ‘The honorable Judge…Fredricks is presiding.’ The jury, audience, and lawyers stood.” The vampires stopped coming towards us and stood still. “‘Bailiff,’ said the judge, ‘What is on the docket for the day?’ ‘Case number 17598B, sir,’ said the bailiff. ‘Tax evasion.’ The judge turned to the defendant’s lawyer, known only as the Count, ‘You’re opening statement.’ The Count turned to face the jury and began…”

        Suddenly we were transported to a court room. The other vampires sat down as the Count faced the jury. “Over the course of the next few days, we will see that my client obeyed all tax laws…”

        He continued as Ryack, Aleya, and I ducked out. We soon found ourselves back in the Count’s manor. After some turns, we finally found our way out.

        “What happens once the trail is over?” Aleya asked. “Do you think he’ll come after us again?”

        I scoffed. “It’s a tax law case. It’ll never end.”

    The End

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    Haunted House

    Hungry, cold,
    Seeking shelter
    We entered here.
    No harm meant,
    Just food and warmth.
    Abandoned home.
    Dust, layers upon layers.
    How were we to know?
    Someone watching, lurking.
    Red eyes always following.
    Cobwebs in the face,
    A creepy feeling in this place.
    Bats and rats and roaches the size of candy bars.
    Aleya shivered.
    Ryack gagged at the rotting food left out.
    Finally, a fireplace.
    Under its warm, heavenly glow,
    We dined on food through running low.
    We laughed and joked not knowing, not knowing
    Something moved behind these walls.
    A creature of fright,
    Of eternal night,
    Hands made of ectoplasm.
    Hungry for souls, it waited.
    I wished to rest.
    Aleya wanted to read.
    Ryack left for parts his own,
    Pretending stoicism.
    One by one we fell to the traps
    Placed by our spectral host.
    Now we wait,
    In dungeon cold,
    As the phantom cook
    Prepares his meal of old.

    The phantasm stopped and stared at me for a moment as I finished my poem. Aleya and Ryack had big smiles across their faces.

    The phantom floated over to us. “What was that?” he asked in an echoing voice. “Why do you smile?”

    “Because our wizard friend,” Aleya nodded towards me, “just finished his spell.”

    Suddenly the room seemed to darken. The shadows began to stretch and drip. They began to form into unknown creatures of a mist-like substance.

    “No!” the phantom screamed as the shadows took hold of him. “NO!” he continued to scream as the shadows pulled him into the wall.

    The room then brightened and the sudden silence was unsettling. With the spook gone, the dungeon cell opened.

    “Let’s go before anyone else shows up,” Aleya said.

    “Good plan,” I said.

    The End

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    The Deep Lonely Woods Pt 3

    Part 1 Part 2

    The woman and man struggled. She was surprisingly fit. Finally, it looked as if she was outclassed. She scooped up the girl and ran. The axe man followed soon after.

    I opened my eyes. The scents were fresher, so I quickened my pace. I ran deeper and deeper into the woods; trying to avoid roots, branches, and anything else that might slow me down. The little girl’s scent got stronger with each passing step. I was getting closer.

    I then slowed. The girl was here. As was the axe murderer. I scanned the area looking for any kind of clue. All I could see were trees and darkness. I then heard a scrapping noise: metal being dragged across a dirt ground. The sound began to circle me. I could smell sweat and the fear fo the girl and babysitter. I then could hear a heartbeat. I ducked and rolled just as the axe flew by and hit a tree.

    “Get off my land!” a voice said. It sounded suspiciously like Old Man Williams though that might have just been my imagination. “Every year you punks tramp through my home! No more!” The axe hit another tree as I dove clear. He raised his axe once more. “Is it that hard to throw things in a trash can!”

    He swung, but this time I caught the axe’s handle. We struggled over it. I finally managed to head butt him. He stumbled back. I blew a blast of nasty dog breath his way. He coughed and choked.

    “Run!” I said to the babysitter and girl.

    The babysitter grabbed the girl by the hand and ran with her. I followed. We weren’t far before I heard the yell of the axe murderer followed by him slashing at everything in his path.

    He was getting closer.

    “Go!” I summoned in another Frizz disc for them to follow. “I’ll hold him off!”

    The two vanished into the woods. I stood with my back to the attacker. He slowed when he saw me standing there. Not yet, I thought. I could feel him sneaking up on me. I thought back to those times with Old Man Williams, and that last night.

    He was coming up behind me. I knew the rumors. They said he chopped up kids and fed them to his beast hound. They said he dabbled in the Dark Arts. They said he killed his wife and children.

    Not yet, I would think. Danny remembers it as a fun and harmless prank, but what it was…was a challenge. The bullies just wanted yet another thing to tease me about. They knew they could out last pathetic Joe Rover. I had to show them I was the Alpha.

    Every year, even though I won, I chickened out and was mocked for it. Not this year.

    The man with the axe crept closer and closer just as Old Man Williams did. Each footfall as loud as a jet engine. My heart pounding because I feared I’d be the hound’s next meal or victim to whatever terror Old Man Williams could cook up.

    I felt the shift in the air as he raised his axe. Not yet.

    Old Man Williams was right on top of me. I could feel his rotting breath on my neck. I’d be a goner if I didn’t move, but I had to prove myself to the bullies…and to myself.

    I then smelled something coming from Old Man Williams I didn’t expect. Not anger or evil…but sadness and loneliness…and a hint of pumpkin cookies. I slowly turned to face him.

    “You aren’t running?” he asked.


    “Everyone runs.” He looked down at the ground. “I know the stories kids tell. But I’m not some vampire.”

    “I know,” I said.

    The axe man breathed heavily as he prepared to swing. I let out a breath. It was now or never. In one quick move, I turned and slashed the axe with my claws. The blade fell harmlessly to the ground. The man was in shock for a moment.

    “Let’s go,” I said holding out my hand. Like with Old Man Williams, my fear had conjured the rotting smell, but I finally understood. He had the same smell of sadness and loneliness Williams had.

    “I just wanted kids to stop messing up my home,” he said.

    “I know.”


    It wasn’t long and the police had the babysitter and the axe man in custody. The parents of the 8-year-old as well as the parents of the lost teenager arrived and embraced their respective children.

    I gave Sally a quick wave as she and her cameraman sat up to report the story.

    “Now what are you going to do?” Brain asked.

    “I think I’ll visit an old friend and have some pumpkin cookies.”

    The End

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