After a nice, full weekend off (I did request a two-day weekend off!), I went back to work this morning rearing to go!

What better to way to help get thru my day than some fictional scary tales? These tales were written to give you nightmares, second guess that creak you just heard coming from the other room and, I'm sure you can guess just by reading the name of the podcast, to promote alertness and no sleep.

I have been listening to the Nosleep Podcast for years now and even read thru some on Reddit prior to listening, but they are quite entertaining! I even managed to see them for a live storytelling at good ole Saint Andrew's Hall in downtown Detroit!

I have still been listening to Sword and Scale, but find I sometimes need little breaks from the severity and the harsh reality that that particular podcast portrays, so again I turned to fiction horror. While I await my next audiobook (hold lines are forever at the online library!), I am keeping busy with more and more podcasts.

This most recent edition of Nosleep contained a story called "I Bought a Murder House." Just the title reminded me of the first season of American Horror Story-which shall be returning in a matter of weeks to a tv near you! It really does make you wonder though, the history of where you reside.

I once had a friend in middle school who had a three-story house. She would have us over for slumber parties where we would binge old horror movies and eat so much junk food; we always had a fun time! But, I'll never forget the first time I stayed overnight:

I finally felt a part of a group of friends, since I was the new kid in fifth grade, so being invited was a big deal. We were playing a typical game of truth or dare and the dare was to sit up in the attic in the dark for probably a few minutes or something. Luckily for me, it wasn't my dare…she tossed in there, as if she "forgot to mention," that the attic was the place where a clown had hanged himself. When you're little this sounds terrifying and now, as an adult (or at least attempting to be one) we all chuckle and say what a funny joke she played on us…Later she denied that that ever happened and now I giggle at the thought of the crazy stories people and children can think up, but then, what's to say that that has never happened before? Why don't you just ponder on that…

Did you ever make up horror stories when you were little?

Or did you ever have a favorite story (perhaps the girl with the ribbon around her neck…)?