Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Scarecrow Art

From the talented and always original Willow Cove.

Now Watching: WNUF Halloween Special

Currently viewing the cult favorite on SHUDDER after learning a sequel is coming our way in the Fall.

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Death's Day Job

A sixteen year old boy worked on his grandfather’s horse farm. One morning he drove the pickup truck into town on an errand. While he was walking along the main street, he saw Death. Death beckoned to him.

The boy drove back to the farm as fast as he could and told his grandfather what happened. “Give me the truck,” he begged. “I’ll go to the city. He’ll never find me there.”

His grandfather gave him the truck, and the boy sped away. After he left, his grandfather went into town looking for Death. When he found him, he asked, “Why did you frighten my grandson that way? He is only sixteen. He is too young to die."

“I am sorry about that,” said Death. “I did not mean to beckon to him. But I was surprised to see him here. You see, I have an appointment with him this afternoon – in the city.”

From the Scary Stories Treasury.

Now Playing: Portents Of Doom

By Lustmord, from The Empty Man soundtrack.

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Primitive Pig Folk Art

Always neat stuff by this artist.

Sunday, May 29, 2022


Literally everything I love about Halloween is captured in the photos below.  Dried corn fields that you can almost hear, pumpkins on hay bales, and some amazing Old School and delightfully terrifying Witches.  And, of course, a porch lineup of the most significant slasher icons of the 80s and 90s. 
And some poor cemetery caretaker stuck in the middle of this All Hallows' Eve nightmare.

The Armies Of The Night

Image by ET Photographic.

Weekend Folk Reading: Harvest Home

Some distance away, I glimpsed the Widow Fortune sitting behind a booth, talking energetically with Sophie Hooke, and at the same time doing a sharp business in the honey trade. Other booths had pickles and preserves for sale, fresh garden produce and dairy things. Strolling among the tents and booths, I was interested in the workmanship embellishing the canvas sides: primitive, country-type designs, crudely but gracefully executed with the naivete of cave paintings. There were suns and moons and stars, various animals, a horse here, a cow there, a barn, a stick-figure man. And, everywhere, corn: sheaves of corn and shocks of corn and ears of corn, people growing, harvesting, cooking, eating, storing corn. Corn not only in its facsimile, but in reality, some of the tent entrances being framed by bound shocks and festooned with garlands of dried husks and leaves, and bunches of unshelled ears, their kernels yellow, red, brown, some variegated with all three.

- Thomas Tryon

A book recommendation by Wren, so I grabbed a used copy and got this beautiful old smelly thing with a neat (and strange) sticker on the inside.  Hoping it's cursed.  Love Tryon's writing style.  Very relaxed and believable.  I haven't gotten very far as yet, but am loving the slow-building mystery and tension.  That said, I'd still love to move into the town in the book.  I feel like country folk would get me.  Even if they ended up burning me in a pyre.

The weird sticker inside.


Imaged by DeeAshley.

And Where Do You Live, Simon?

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Now Playing: Nitro

Some Space Music by Ian Boddy.

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