Monday, November 30, 2009


It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.

You can smell like a Shoggoth, or even Cthulhu.
H. P. Lovecraft scents at Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab.

Saw these in Rue Morgue magazine.


The third Exorcist film isn't spoken of all that much. Not really sure why. Truly frightening, and it includes a particular scare that you'll never forget.

Click below to watch the first nine minutes of the film.


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Orange Teeth

Pumpkin Hollow

Pumpkin Skulls

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Friday, November 27, 2009

Rotten And Angry

Going to be putting these guys on the shop on Saturday.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

From Hell

Stunning work here. Truly terrifying.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Change Of Scenery

And some others previously featured.


Some beautiful photos of the haunt of House Bloodthorn.

Click here for a slideshow.

The Ghost Of Thanksgiving

Featured this turkey ghost last year...

The office is closing early. Employees are in good spirits and ignoring work.
I'm dreaming of turkey on my plate and black olives on the tips of my fingers.

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For All Your Steampunk Needs

The Steampunk Emporium. I'd like to show up at work in a stove-top hat and a pair of aluminum goggles.

The Emporium.

The Book Of The Dead

"The necronomicon" by artist Marc Simonetti.

Window Skull

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Permanent Damage 2009

The previously-featured Permanent Damage Haunt.


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Why So Serious?

I received an email from someone who has enjoyed my displays over the years, and they posed an interesting question. Citing the bonds and gags and implied-violence on the Corn Witch victims, they asked why I went so dark this year, since Halloween is, after all, a kid's holiday.

I spent some time thinking about that. And I guess there are two reasons really. The first one I blame on my inner voices. I really didn't have much of a choice to self-censor myself this year. Once the idea formed in my mind, I couldn't help but go with it. My witches are mean. And angry. And cold. Bean and I kept joking with an expression throughout the Halloween build - We put the Bitch back in Witch. For creative reasons, I had to make the 2009 haunt dark and mean. It just felt right. And I think that's what made the entire display work - a sense of danger. And ugliness. And brutality. And I literally had no way of stopping it.

Photo by Bean.

The second thing would be my perception of Trick-or-Treating. I think parents play a critical part of the night. If your kids are old enough to go out in packs with their friends, they're old enough to see fake corpses rising from graves, fake hangmen, and fake blood and gore. If your kids are still pretty young and might be a bit traumatized by images of corpses in bondage or distress, you can simply pass up the house and move to the next one. It's probably even easier than monitoring what your kids watch on TV. On Halloween night, a parent is pretty much in full control of their little one. Not trying to dodge responsibility either. It's just me exposing the relationship that exists between yard haunter and parent/chaperone. Parents are our safety net.

In the end, I think it'd be easy to find something that offends someone in a lot of yard displays - a zombie groundbreaker could be very offensive to someone who just lost and buried a loved one. And certainly something that might terrify (or confuse) a young trick-or-treater. Fortunately for them, the bulk of Halloween decorations displayed at the houses near my haunt are all kid-friendly. My display's the odd man out.

Or maybe I'm just a Victorian-era haunter at heart, when Halloween wasn't just for kids. I dunno. Guess it's a good thing that we're all out there with our individual styles and varying degrees of spooky. I'll always be on the darker side of things, and it's probably going to get darker. Now I'm imagining a parent with a look of disgust and disappointment after seeing my display as they scoop up their child. I hope as they rush their small witch to the next house on the block that she looks back and spots my monsters.

See, it wasn't that bad.

Harvest Feast

There was the doughty doughnut, the tender olykoek, and the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family of cakes. And then there were apple pies, and peach pies, and pumpkin pies; besides slices of ham and smoked beef; and moreover delectable dishes of preserved plums, and peaches, and pears, and quinces; not to mention broiled shad and roasted chickens; together with bowls of milk and cream, all mingled higgledy- pigglely, pretty much as I have enumerated them, with the motherly teapot sending up its clouds of vapor from the midst-- Heaven bless the mark! I want breath and time to discuss this banquet as it deserves, and am too eager to get on with my story. Happily, Ichabod Crane was not in so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty.

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Wire And Tape

Wire-and-masking-tape masks from the classroom of the very talented Mister Reusch.

Monday, November 23, 2009

To The Soul

They had the fair, brownish skin of the true Martian, the yellow coin eyes, the soft musical voices. Once they had liked painting pictures with chemical fire, swimming in the canals in the seasons when the wine trees filled them with green liquors, and talking into the dawn together by the blue phosphorous portraits in the speaking room.

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Renaissance Faire[crows]

Morning Fog

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Pumpkins And Things

Going to be loading up the shop in the coming months.
Been working on some more creatures too.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Now Playing: Terrace Of Memories

Great for a Sunday morning - Vidna Obmana and Sam Rosenthal's Terrace of Memories. Minimalistic and light, the relaxing side of dark ambient.

Listen to samples here.