Halloween And Other Spooky Images

Halloween And Other Spooky Images, a set on Flickr.

Happy Halloween From The FrankenMouse's

Happy Halloween From The FrankenMouse's, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Mickey and Minnie FrankenMouse wish you all a safe and fun Halloween.

PS
I'm starting a new Halloween tradition, You all dress up spooky like, come by my house, drop me off candy and leave. No cheap stuff please unless it's Double Bubble gum.

View while ... your still here? Go on, shoo, shoo. It was drop off candy and leave, remember. No Loitering.

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OMG! Your STILL here!

The Bones Of Saints And Sinners

The Bones Of Saints And Sinners, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Under the black skies of the New Moon, I found the skull of a Saint to shoot. I raised the camera, focused, pushed the shutter button and got PHOTOBOMBED by the skull of a Sinner. Those rascally rascal Sinners!

View while running away! (it's a mean one)

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Our Daily Challenge: Saints and/or Sinners

Bokeh Thursday: Halloween

Happy Halloween 2013

Happy Halloween 2013, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Happy Halloween to all my Flickr Friends! May it be safe, fun and down right spooky.

If you're in the neighborhood please feel free to stop by, I'm ready to steal your candy. Muhahahahaha!

View holding your candy tight ... it won't help, I'll still get it.

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EEK!

EEK!, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I set this up on the chest at the end of the bed to scare the cats. It worked. In the middle of the night I heard a high pitched scream (he gets that from my other half, not me). Remind me next time I set something up to scare the cats to do it closer to the litter box.

View with a high pitched scream

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Cliche Saturday HCS

Ghost Hunter Extraodinaire

Ghost Hunter Extraodinaire, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I awoke in the middle of the night well after midnight having to use the restroom. As I sat upon the cold porcelain throne, I noticed a movement off to the left and glanced over. I couldn't believe my eyes. There sat next to me a ghost, a real life ghost as white and thin as a cheap piece of toilet paper! I raised my camera I took with me for no apparent reason and snapped this shot of him before I flushe ... before he disappeared. And that is how I got this ACTUAL photo of a real life ghost that is not a piece of toilet paper!

View while ... Eww! Courtesy Flush please!

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Our Daily Challenge: Ghost Story

BOO !

BOO !, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I awoke to a loud thump in the middle of the night. I sat up in bed, wiped the sleep from my eyes, belched, yawned and got up to drag my tired rear across the tile floor to investigate. With flashlight in hand, I headed to the living room. The beam of light played across the old wooden chest and this is what I found. BOO! written across the top of the chest. I dropped the flashlight and ran, hands in the air. As I jumped back in bed and pulled the covers over my head, I am pretty sure I heard the kitties all snickering. Who knew they could spell.

View in Spooky Vision

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Our Daily Challenge: Typography

I Don't Think Anyone Will Notice

I Don't Think Anyone Will Notice, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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It wasn't my fault. I saw mice. I squished them. How was I to know it was Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Anyway, I put them back together again. I don't think anyone will be able to tell.

View hollering They're Alive, ALIVE!

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Our Daily Challenge: Macro or Up Close

It's Too Late To Apologize

It's Too Late To Apologize, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Sure. Now he apologizes after the Emperor and Darth Vader are dead. Everybody sing with me, It's too late to apologize, it's too laaaaaaaaaaate.

View while hitting the high note

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#MayTheForceBeWithYou

#MayTheForceBeWithYou, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Along time ago in a Galaxy far far ... whoops, I think I may have gone too far. Judging by his size, I am in Lilliput.

View standing tall

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The Mexican Bird Of Paradise

The Mexican Bird Of Paradise, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Every morning I go out and pass the Mexican Bird Of Paradise and every morning I stop to say hello. After a few minutes of me talking, it quietly says, No me hables, eres un idiota. Which I asked my neighbor who speaks spanish what that means and he just snickered a little and told me it means Good Morning my smart fine friend. I love my Mexican Bird Of Paradise, it's so nice.

View in translation

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Our Daily Challenge: Floral

It's A Flower ... In Case You Were Wondering

It's A Flower ... In Case You Were Wondering, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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No matter how busy you are, you should always take the time to stop and smash the flowers. (there's probably a bug in it and one would hate to think it would escape and go into the house). So be a good neighbor, start with their flowers, they'll think you for it later.

View smashing flowers

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Our Daily Topic: Floral (The one time I wished I had a Moo-Moo)

It's A Flower ... In Case You Were Wondering

It's A Flower ... In Case You Were Wondering, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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No matter how busy you are, you should always take the time to stop and smash the flowers. (there's probably a bug in it and one would hate to think it would escape and go into the house). So be a good neighbor, start with their flowers, they'll think you for it later.

View smashing flowers

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Little Pink Bottles (alt 2)

Little Pink Bottles (alt 2), a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

Little Pink Bottles (alt 1)

Little Pink Bottles (alt 1), a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

Little Pink Bottles

Little Pink Bottles, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Apparently my Genie was not comfortable enough with his masculinity to move into his new home I bought him, a little pink bottle. He thumbed his nose at me then sashayed out the door. Good thing I didn't show him the tiara I got him. (What? It goes with his outfit.)

View wearing a Genie outfit ( I know you have one)

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Macro Monday: Glass

In The Dark Of Halloween Day

In The Dark Of Halloween Day, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I heard a rapping on my door and a tiny voice call out, Trick or Treat. With candy in hand, the door swung open and upon my horror stood a skeleton. I screamed, chucked a Snickers at its skull, slammed the door shut and hid under the bed.

Rap rap rap went the door once more followed by another tiny voice, Trick or Treat. Slowly I climbed out from under the bed, grabbed the candy and went to warn the little Trick or Treaters about the terror running loose in the streets. The door swung open and again stood a skeleton grinning at me. As I screamed louder than before, I chucked a Baby Ruth at it's skull, slammed the door and hid in the closet.

Rap rap rap went my heart as it beat faster to the sound of another knock and call, Trick or Treat. I stood quiet in the dark of the closet hoping the evil creature would leave. The knock came again and another tiny voice called out, We know your in the closet. I yelled back, I've been out of the closet for years, as my hand flew up to silence my mouth. It was too late, it knew I was here and I had to answer the call. I left the closet and crept to the door with candy in hand. The door slowly swung open to reveal a skeleton standing with it's toothy smile. I chucked a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup at it's head, screamed and slammed the door shut yet again and hid in the bathroom.

Rap rap rap of the never ending knock and a call of Trick or Treat. Flush went the toilet as I called back in a shaky voice, I'm in the bathroom! Silence, even the crickets held there breath. Did it work, has it left, can I breath once again. Then it came back so subtle and low but I heard it never the less, the tiny voice of the thing that had yelled Trick or Treat had just whispered I'll wait, as I wept. I crept to the door with candy in hand and slowly peeked through the crack. There stood the skeleton with one bony hand stretched out yet again. I chucked the whole bowl of candy at it, flung my hands in the air and screamed as I ran passed it and down the street in terror.

And that my friends is what you tell the person in your house what really happened when they ask you, Where did all the Halloween candy go that I bought? Just don't hold your stomach groaning a lot when your telling it.

View while ... Rap rap rap ... Excuse me. There's someone at my door.

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Hide And Go Seek With Skeletons

Hide And Go Seek With Skeletons, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I found this cool skeleton in an abandoned building out in the desert. I followed it around for hours asking a million questions. One question after another non stop. So many things I wanted to know. Then we played chase. It ran, I chased. When I caught it, then it wanted to play Hide And Go Seek. I was so excited. It counted, I hid. And after two weeks, it STILL couldn't find me.

View counting to one million

The Skeleton Did it

The Skeleton Did it, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I swear! All the graffiti was done by him. Really.

View while blaming it on an inanimate object

Through The Door

Through The Door, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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Down a dirt road just on the side of town is an abandoned place of I don't know. The sun was setting and the shadows grew longer by the minute as we abandoned the car to walk about. A building stood crumbling in front of me. I traveled along the side of it and down a steep hill to the other side and as I came around the dark side of the forgotten structure I saw a small figure standing in the remains of the doorway. I stopped, hesitating to go forward, scared.

Was it real?

I took a step forward and a small breeze blew past me, the figure moved ever so slightly. I tried to holler out but my voice left me as nothing but air escaped my lips. Motionless once again, it faced away from me, it's hooded robe covering it's body.

It had to be real.

My heart pounding, I began to sweat as I braved another step forward. Closer and closer I got as my heart raced faster. I reached a hand out towards it's shoulder, my fingers brushing the old stiff dirty robe it wore. Please don't be real. It turned, slowly revealing what I feared would be the Reaper come to get me. My eyes widened as the glance of a bony smile began to reveal itself and the apparition continued to turn towards me. In my head the scream was deafening but my ears heard only a whisper. It faced me grinning, a twinkle where an eye should be and one bony hand reached out towards my shoulder.

It was real!

View on a dark and stormy night

The Cloud Maker (Alt 1)

The Cloud Maker (Alt 1), a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

The Cloud Manufacturer

The Cloud Manufacturer, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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It's not an oil pump or a water pump. It doesn't drill anything so that leaves only one thing. It's a cloud maker. It manufactures all the desert clouds here in the Coachella Valley and Palm Springs.

View while the sun sets

In The Desert, No One Can Hear You Scream

In The Desert, No One Can Hear You Scream, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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and Thank Gawd because I was a mile and half down a dirt road, hands waving in the air, screaming before I realized this thing wasn't real. I came around the corner and saw it standing there at the hole in the wall and the slight breeze made it move. Who knew my voice could get so high! I didn't put it there nor did I take it. I left it for the next poor unsuspecting soul to come around the corner and find it floating in the breeze.

view in ... BOO!

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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I wander through these clouds of dark with my hands in front of me as I search for a ray of light. With every step I take, the darkness gets colder but my hopes of finding it one day keeps me warm. I stumble and fall into the dirt below me and stand myself back up as my tears run rivers through the mud. I will find that elusive ray of light I know exists, I feel it in my tired bones. One day my hand will break free into a warm, sunny day and be able to pull me out in to the sunshine I long for. So yes, I lay me down to sleep and give these weary bones a rest. But my soul is mine, it's not to take, it's journey not yet done. Tomorrow will come and once again I will awake to search for the light I know exists.

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#AfterDark

#AfterDark, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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As the clouds cover the full moon of October, a hand reaches out from the rocks and rubble scattered across the ground. It pulls, pushes, and drags itself out of the cold hole it slept in. The creature stands in the black of night, yawns, scratches it rear, burps, then heads to the shower to get ready for a night of dining on the town.

View with your windows and doors locked

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With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand

With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away ... Huh, wrong story? Sorry, Anyway, a very long time ago, I was in a Second Hand store standing at a table full of stuff. As I stood there, flinging things to the left and to the right, digging through the table, I was politely asked to leave by a seven foot tall man wearing a Cat in the Hat costume and several of the things I had just flung. Pretending not to have heard, I proceeded with the flinging. With one delicate, gnarled, hairy little hand, he reached out and grabbed the back of my collar and flung me towards the front door. As I flew head over heels past the front counter, my eye caught glimpse of a small ceramic Halloween candle holder. It was old, chipped, peeling and scratched but I wanted it. Still in the air and not quite to my destination of the front door, I yelled back, How much for the ugly thing? He glared at me through half the stores contents that was draped or stuck to him that I had flung. Not you, I yelled back as I quickly approached the door still in the air, the OTHER ugly thing behind the counter. And that's when his 5'2" wife popped up from behind the counter, took out her teeth and Yelled Five Dollas! That's when I hit the door which apparently swings in cause it didn't budge.

Eventually I payed some strange man lurking around the windows of the shop outside five dollas ... er Dollars to go in and purchase it for me. It took him over TWENTY minutes to buy it and when he finally came out, he needed another five bucks.

View flinging things over your shoulder

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Our Daily Challenge: Delicate

With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand

With One Delicate, Gnarled, Hairy Little Hand, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

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A long time ago, in a Galaxy Far Far Away ... Huh, wrong story? Sorry, Anyway, a very long time ago, I was in a Second Hand store standing at a table full of stuff. As I stood there, flinging things to the left and to the right, digging through the table, I was politely asked to leave by a seven foot tall man wearing a Cat in the Hat costume and several of the things I had just flung. Pretending not to have heard, I proceeded with the flinging. With one delicate, gnarled, hairy little hand, he reached out and grabbed the back of my collar and flung me towards the front door. As I flew head over heels past the front counter, my eye caught glimpse of a small ceramic Halloween candle holder. It was old, chipped, peeling and scratched but I wanted it. Still in the air and not quite to my destination of the front door, I yelled back, How much for the ugly thing? He glared at me through half the stores contents that was draped or stuck to him that I had flung. Not you, I yelled back as I quickly approached the door still in the air, the OTHER ugly thing behind the counter. And that's when his 5'2" wife popped up from behind the counter, took out her teeth and Yelled Five Dollas! That's when I hit the door which apparently swings in cause it didn't budge.

Eventually I payed some strange man lurking around the windows of the shop outside five dollas ... er Dollars to go in and purchase it for me. It took him over TWENTY minutes to buy it and when he finally came out, he needed another five bucks.

View flinging things over your shoulder

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Our Daily Challenge: Delicate