We are not Queens of darkness. We are not faces painted elaborately with black lipstick and thick eyeliner–well, we might of been if we ever learned to put makeup on the proper way. We are not devil worshippers or faithless punks. We do not scowl at people or sum up every conversation with something depressing and death-oriented.

We believe there is a dark, shadow-filled world inside our own, separated perhaps by a thin veil; a world filled with Mysteries, known to few and oblivious to many. This keeps our world in balance–just as the sun and moon does, as male and female does, as land and water and night and day. Just as there are things that can be scientifically explained there are as many others that cannot be.

Sometimes this other world reveals itself to us. Some of us see it. Some of us don’t. But it is there all the same–a world made up of layers of energy like a many layered chocolate cake–just waiting for us to see it, to taste it, and welcome it as a part of our daily diet.

So, what does this mean, exactly? Are we morticians or ghost hunters? Nope. We’re a freelance writer and a librarian. Do we believe in demons and exorcisms, aliens and poltergeists? Well, neither of us has ever had experience with such things but we won’t rule them out as possibilities. What this means–what this website is about–is welcoming the possibility of things that cannot be explained conventionally. Creepy things. Strange things. We want share them with the world through many different mediums. So enjoy.

Life is morbid. Accept it. And revel in the dark side of life.

My last name is Krueger so I guess you can say I was born with a morbid head start. It is not the most melodious of names–in fact, it kinda sounds something like a hoarse cough and a bullfrog croak–but it is mine and I learned, as a child, to embrace it.

As an adult, I’ve learned to embrace many things about myself and about life in general. For instance, I’m not particularly beautiful but there is a certain pleasantness that makes people comfortable around me. Money is a horrible, selfish creation and I hate it, but I need it. I am born to die like everyone else, like my daughter is, and I am comforted yet terrified by the thought. I’m selfish, but also very good at making it look like I’m not. There are maybe a dozen people who actually run this country and they are why I just don’t vote. The day I can’t hold a book in my hands to read is the day I hope I die. I’ve seen ghosts, I’ve had prophetic dreams, and I’m pretty sure it was a UFO that played follow-the-leader with me and my brother one summer night when I was thirteen or so.

I’m not going to spend several paragraphs attempting to get you to believe me. I won’t even go into great detail as I explain all of the strange incidents that have peppered my life with a creep-jazz; when I share those experiences–and believe me, with the birth of this website I intend to do just that–they will be only what I saw, heard, touched, and sensed with my sixth-sense feelers. You’re either interested or you’re not. You’ll read about them or you won’t. You’ve either experienced some of these things yourself or this is all the Devil’s Work to you and you’re better off shielding your eyes from all the heinous, heathenous queries within.

Still reading?

Good. You’re a believer.

Or you’re gonna be.

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