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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

All Hallows Cemetery

Always look forward to this Haunt...

Thanks, Mike V.!

Now Playing: 3:00AM

By Grave Assistance, from Halloween at High Noon's The 31 Club...

https://halloweenathighnoon.bandcamp.com/track/3-00-a-m

There was at Auburn an old, abandoned cemetery. It was nearly in the heart of the town, yet by night it was as gruesome a place as the most dismal of human moods could crave. The railings about the plots were prostrate, decayed, or altogether gone. Many of the graves were sunken, from others grew sturdy pines, whose roots had committed unspeakable sin.

Ambrose Bierce

More images here.

Monday, October 15, 2018

The Art Of Caley Hicks

Such great designs...

Click here for her Instagram.

Now Playing: Halloween Triumphant

https://johncarpentermusic.bandcamp.com/track/halloween-triumphant

Haunted Overload 2018

Looking as incredible as ever.
Truly the coolest place on Earth.

I wonder if Eric would let my remains be put to rest here...

Their Facebook Page.

Now Watching: Fog Tests

I was testing my fog machines yesterday, as Halloween just wouldn't be the same without clouds of fog moving through the neighborhood. Both checked out just fine, but I became aware of just how odd Haunting must be to the outsider. I thought of this as I grew bored and pointed the fog machine into my garage and let it look like a house fire was starting.

Click below for a VERY cool fog test I found... total fog envy.

Was This Wisconsin Town Terrorized By A Werewolf?

Found on the Small Town Monsters Twitter.
Funny to watch this old Inside Edition from the 90s after viewing the awesome Bray Road Beast documentary.

Click below...

Now Playing: On The Razor's Edge

By Unsoundwave, from High Noon's The 31 Club.

https://halloweenathighnoon.bandcamp.com/track/on-the-razors-edge

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Now Playing: Waxwerk

From Man with the Spinning Face, on The 31 Club.

The Corruption Of Death

Darkness had no effect upon my fancy, and a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm. Now I was led to examine the cause and progress of this decay and forced to spend days and nights in vaults and charnel-houses. My attention was fixed upon every object the most insupportable to the delicacy of the human feelings. I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of death succeed to the blooming cheek of life; I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye and brain. I paused, examining and analysing all the minutiae of causation, as exemplified in the change from life to death, and death to life, until from the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me—a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so many men of genius who had directed their inquiries towards the same science, that I alone should be reserved to discover so astonishing a secret.

Mary Shelley