Night Is a Killer

The mansion was deathly quiet and smelled of corpses. The chandeliers were rusted and covered in cobwebs. There was a voice from the music room. Floor boards creaked. Blood seeped out from under the door, and an ear piercing scream penetrated the room. Janice rolled her eyes and switched her TV off. It was late.

Anticipation

Anticipation lives in a quiet attic.

There isn’t a sound in that setting but a steady heartbeat as it moves across the well worn wood.

But anticipation is there, sitting calmly in the rocking chair you thought was thrown out years ago.

It is breathing down your neck when you hear a creak-or were you just imagining it?

The pale, shaking hand of anticipation is on your shoulder when you see a box labeled ‘Do not open until 1985.’

He wonders if he should follow you down the old ladder as you leave, but he decides against it.

He feels comfort in the sweet smell of years past and secrets kept.

life…its’s REAL so let yourself fly.

From the traditions,
From the dreams,

To the difficult tasks and inspiration

Go where memories are made.

~This is your moment to be beautiful~
For the love of unexpected ideas and styleJ

LIVE with more laughs and more songs.
Enjoy life’s simple pleasures

YOU ARE magical and extra special

Let
Your
Real
Self
Shine!