The night of 4/16/19, the Duck had a spooky dream courtesy of a PC game called SCP: Containment Breach. If you’re not familiar, the SCP Foundation is a fictional group that basically collects and studies anomalous creatures and objects. Kind of like the TV series, Warehouse 13. But scarier. This particular dream featured SCP-173, a statue that moves at incredible speeds as long as you aren’t looking at it. (If you’re thinking that they stole the idea from Dr. Who’s Weeping Angels, well, SCP-173 was actually created first, so…) Continue reading The Duck Dreams of SCP-173
For whatever reason, the Duck has been having lots of rather creepy dreams lately. I heard that cold air gives one bad dreams, and whether or not this is true, it certainly seems to be, considering winter is the major time when the Duck finds herself in the midst of a good deal of weird nightmares. Continue reading Dream Time: An Uncooperative Door
The night of 2/16/19, the Duck had a rather stressful dream indeed. It began where I was in my garage, but the door that leads outside led, rather, to another room. A guy was in this room and was trying to break into the house via this door, and he seemed largely unaffected by the door’s lock. Though I would lock the door to bar him entrance, I would then watch in horror as the lock would slowly turn. Eventually, I had to start placing furniture against it to keep the door secured. Even though this finally worked, the man was clearly determined, as he merely decided to sleep in this room as he awaited his chance to break inside the house. Continue reading Dream Time: Higgledies to the Rescue?
The night of 1/18/19, I had another spooky dream. I get them often, and though they are unpleasant while I’m in the middle of them, sometimes they can be interesting to think back on during daylight hours. The dream revolved around an abandoned, probably haunted house. Continue reading Dream Time: Race Through the Haunted House
The Duck has recorded another song on the piano, this time a tune quite befitting this most spooky of holidays, the church music from Banjo-Kazooie’s Mad Monster Mansion! Though I am uncertain what the monsters are mad about, I do know that this song was really fun to play, even if the faster part at the end took quite a bit of practice to get right. It is also totally truthful and not fanciful storytelling that Motzand himself taught it to me, and you can all believe this without question because I am a very honest and trustworthy Duck who has never given anyone any reason to doubt me…. Continue reading Spoopy Music: Mad Monster Mansion
I’ve never been great at coming up with original ideas. That’s probably why I so enjoy fan art and fan fiction because it saves me the trouble of having to come up with any original characters or worlds for them to inhabit. A little while back, however, the idea for a random original creature popped into my head, and I just had to draw it before my rare bout of creativity vanished. Continue reading In the Misty Woods
October is almost upon us, and though Halloween may be just a day, we’ve got a whole month to celebrate the spookiest time of the year! How am I celebrating October? Why, I’ve switched to my super cool Haunted Mansion ringtone. Thanks for asking! Now getting lots of mysterious calls from strangers is fun!
This is also the time of year I can finally enjoy the silly zombie shirt I designed for SpreadShirt! If any of you are interested, you can find it on the SpreadShirt Marketplace right here , starting at $15.49! Food allergies can be scary, but at least brains are gluten-free!
For October, I wanted to think up some spooky topics to share with you all. And yet, and this is rather fortunate, not that many spooky things have happened in my life, meaning I had to think hard. And what I came up with were a few semi-spook-related tales that took place during the Duck’s ducklinghood. We’re verging on spook here, even if we’re not totally crossing the line.
To start off, I have never been good at telling scary stories. In recent years, I was able to write a few decently creepy Slender Man stories, but without some pretty good inspiration (and believe me, Slender Man is great inspiration for horror), I am just not well-equipped at striking fear into the hearts of my listeners. I remember one day many years back, I had a rare sleepover at my friend’s house. As night fell, we decided it would be a great time to try and tell some scary stories. Continue reading A Minor Trek into Fear with Spooky Tales and Haunted Houses
The night of October 1, 2017, was home to a marathon of creepy dreams that I wanted to record before I forgot. It seems my sleeping mind is well-aware of the impending arrival of Halloween, so, as far as spooky dreams go, the timing couldn’t have been better. As usual, many of the details have become lost to me, so these dreams may not sound as creepy as they actually were. Nevertheless, believe me when I say that these dreams were quite haunting indeed before the welcome arrival of morning put an end to my unpleasant adventures.
In my first dream, I was in the woods, accompanied by a girl I believe was supposed to be my sister. While many creepy stories take place in the woods, this one does not involve the mysterious creatures that typically reside in the darkest reaches of the forest, but rather, the trees themselves. I remember coming upon a very large tree. It wasn’t exactly tall, but it had a very thick trunk with one of those holes in its side that so commonly house owls or glowing eyes. Within moments of arriving at this particular tree, the hole in its side transformed into a large gaping mouth. Continue reading Killer Trees and Unexpected Guests: Even More Spooky Duck Dreams
Whether or not anyone reads these strange posts, I cannot say, but I enjoy writing them, so here we go. I had a spooky dream the night of 7/15/17, and I think it came about due to hearing a spooky sound that night. In this dream, I had two other siblings, an older sister and a younger sibling I don’t remember much about, as this person didn’t play a major role in the dream. The older sister was, in fact, a friend I once had in real life. I’m not going to say her name on the Internet, but since these posts are as much for my own records as your amusement, I will give myself a hint so that I remember in the future who this friend was. She was the friend with the swimming pool. There, memory secured. Since this person is important in my dream, I’ll just call her Alice. That’s not her name. It’s just better than typing older sister all the time. Continue reading Strange Noises in the Dark: A Duck Dream