Thursday, June 30, 2022

Now Playing: Graveyard Queen

Lost my baby on a moonless nite,
Our dreams were shattered of our teenage lives,
Her severed head sittin' on my knee,
The words she spoke now hauntin' me.

(best lyrics ever)

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The Haunted Lawn Of Death

Nature is a haunted house - but Art - is a house that tries to be haunted.

Emily Dickinson



Witches, Werewolves, And Babies








Images by Miguel Tejada-Flores.

Now Playing: Photonic Motion

By Igneous Flame.


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Wednesday, June 29, 2022

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

ORNL trying to open door to parallel universe

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. (WVLT) - Scientists at Oak Ridge National Labs are trying to discover parallel universes. Now, after several years of searching, they have revealed what they’ve found so far.  

The team of physicists have been searching for evidence of a “right-handed version of our left-handed universe.” Specifically, scientists said they are looking for a “mirror neutron” by sending neutrons - one of the particles that makes up atoms - into a tube with a blocked end, then seeing if any make it to the other side.

Now Playing: Arise

By Instincts, from a really great Dark Ambient collection.


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Farmhands


Anise & Clove Candles

From Soy-N-Suds.  

The neatest Halloween scent:  equal parts clove and anise.  The scent becomes something smoky, sweet, and dark.  
They're now back on the Soy-N-Suds Etsy shop, in addition to being on the regular website.

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Body Dysmorphia

His teeth began to chatter. God All-Mighty! he thought, why haven't I realized it all these years? All these years I've gone around with a--SKELETON--inside me! How is it we take ourselves for granted? How is it we never question our bodies and our being?  A skeleton. One of those jointed, snowy, hard things, one of those foul, dry, brittle, gouge-eyed, skull-faced, shake-fingered, rattling things that sway from neck-chains in abandoned webbed closets, one of those things found on the desert all long and scattered like dice!

Ray Bradbury, Skeleton






Hammer Horror

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Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Monday, June 27, 2022

Nocturnal

The world is so different in the daylight. In the dark your fantasies get so out of hand. But in the daylight everything falls back into place again.
Let's have no more nights.

-Mary Henry, Carnival of Souls 




There's Something In The Beans



Image by marnina_dk.

Weeping Hollow Cemetery

Not many photos here, but the ones that are on this IG account are primo...







Now Playing: Harvest Storms

By Jeff Pearce.


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Sunday, June 26, 2022

The Ol' Stick Graveyard (2014)

Wonder what's buried there...





Containment


Now Playing: Some Sunday Music

By Moon Ate the Dark.


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For It Is Of Old Rumour

... that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.

H.P. Lovecraft 
 






More images by lokisurfer here.

Tombstones Of Foam

He gutted the pumpkins, the best in the bin.
He stabbed each some eyes, a nose, and a grin.

He rushed to the lawn – The Front Yard of Fear.
And set up his zombies he built through the year.

He constructed his graveyard with tombstones of foam,
And placed a cloth ghost in its gloomy crypt home.


I hate foam.  I've long ranted about those small white spheres that end up all over the place when you buy something new and you remove it from its cushioned box.  Before you know it, you have tiny white foam dots clinging to you like ticks. 
 
I have never ceased to marvel at the Haunter who masters the medium of foam.  They turn ordinary foam sheets into stuff that resembles real stone...  and even old rotted wood.  That is just something I could never master.  And will never ever attempt.  I was looking at my old Haunt photos and I cringe at the crudeness of these tombstones my brother and I made back in the 80s.  We upgraded them over the years, first with a layer of flour mache and then with added structures/protrusions (the first year was literally just carved foam sheets...and we eye-balled the shapes [and you can totally tell!]).

Below, a visual history of our crimes (but they got the job done):