Showing posts with label cave of the demon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cave of the demon. Show all posts

Monday, March 7, 2022

Cave Of The Demon 2018

2018 was the Demon's Last Stand.  One of my all-time favorite Haunts.  I've featured it many times and am sad to learn it is no more.  But oh, what a run it had.  

Never saw anything like it.  Glowing red eyes...conduits and tubing...  rats, body parts, cages, TNT, and bones...  industrial grunge.  

Here's to the Cave of the Demon... 








Thursday, February 15, 2018

Friday, November 11, 2016

Cave Of The Demon

I love that there are kids in this person's neighborhood who must talk throughout the year of going to the Demon House on Halloween night.  This is becoming an annual feature and I love it.
May this guy always turn on the demon eyes and turn his porch into a strange techno-creepy tunnel/cave.

Click below for the photo set:


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Cave Of The Demon 2015

Always great when I'm flipping through flickr.com and I see those red eyes...it's becoming an annual tradition.
Click below for the photo series...

https://www.flickr.com/photos/jonrev/albums/72157658756760013






















I see a lot of people beating themselves up over keeping the same elements in their Haunt year to year, though I've never seen any problem whatsoever with that.  When I was young, I'd set out on Halloween night HOPING I'd see the same stuff I loved the year before. 
So change is not necessarily a good thing in the world of Yard Haunting.

My two cents.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Cave Of The Demon 2013

Always love when I find photos of this Haunt.

Click below for the set:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonrev/sets/72157641198480455

Friday, January 4, 2013

The Demon Awaits

I've featured this great Haunt a few times, but just found some video of it. 
There's a pretty funny intro.

Click below:


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Demon

It was a colossal and nameless blasphemy with glaring red eyes, and it held in bony claws a thing that had been a man, gnawing at the head as a child nibbles at a stick of candy. Its position was a kind of crouch, and as one looked one felt that at any moment it might drop its present prey and seek a juicier morsel. But damn it all, it wasn’t even the fiendish subject that made it such an immortal fountain-head of all panic—not that, nor the dog face with its pointed ears, bloodshot eyes, flat nose, and drooling lips. It wasn’t the scaly claws nor the mould-caked body nor the half-hooved feet—none of these, though any one of them might well have driven an excitable man to madness. Image source.