Listening to Spotify radio and I look down to see what song is playing due to its dark coolness and I see "The Builders" by Sabled Sun. Goes really well with their vibe I think.
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Tuesday, January 31, 2023
3 AM
Here's to those nights where you'd wake up at three in the morning a few nights in a row and worry it might have something to do with the Devil...
Monday, January 30, 2023
The Great Old One
The Thing of the idols, the green, sticky spawn of the stars, had awaked to claim his own. The stars were right again, and what an age-old cult had failed to do by design, a band of innocent sailors had done by accident. After vigintillions of years great Cthulhu was loose again, and ravening for delight.
- H.P. Lovecraft
Saturday, January 28, 2023
Blight
At dawn from my damp garden
I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
That sprang to let me through;
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place
Where nothing lovely grew.
I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
That sprang to let me through;
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place
Where nothing lovely grew.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Friday, January 27, 2023
Trailer: We Have A Ghost
This feels like something that would have been made in the 80s. Really hoping it delivers that kind of Spielbergian charm.
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Thursday, January 26, 2023
VERY HAUNTED PAINTING OF SATAN! ACTIVE! POSSESSED SPIRIT SCARY CREEPY HELL
"THE DOLLS AND ITEMS THAT I OWN ARE INDEED HAUNTED AND MOST ARE QUITE ACTIVE. THESE DOLLS/ITEMS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO MOVE AROUND, MAKE NOISES OR SING, AND EVEN COMMUNICATE...ON THEIR OWN."
Tuesday, January 24, 2023
Now Playing: Suspiria
Witches abound, apparently...
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Witch Of The Woods
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light.
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light.
- Anne Sexton
Sunday, January 22, 2023
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Saturday, January 21, 2023
The Town Witch
Crab-Faced, crab-tongued, with deep-set eyes that glared,
Unfriendly and unfriended lived the crone
Upon the common in her hut, alone,
Past which but seldom any villager fared.
Some said she was a witch and rode, wild-haired,
To devils’ revels: on her hearth’s rough stone
A fiend sat ever with gaunt eyes that shone
A shaggy hound whose fangs at all were bared.
So one day, when a neighbour’s cow had died
And some one’s infant sickened, good men shut
The crone in prison: dragged to court and tried:
Then hung her for a witch and burnt her hut.
Days after, on her grave, all skin and bones
They found the dog, and him they killed with stones.
Unfriendly and unfriended lived the crone
Upon the common in her hut, alone,
Past which but seldom any villager fared.
Some said she was a witch and rode, wild-haired,
To devils’ revels: on her hearth’s rough stone
A fiend sat ever with gaunt eyes that shone
A shaggy hound whose fangs at all were bared.
So one day, when a neighbour’s cow had died
And some one’s infant sickened, good men shut
The crone in prison: dragged to court and tried:
Then hung her for a witch and burnt her hut.
Days after, on her grave, all skin and bones
They found the dog, and him they killed with stones.
- Madison Cawein
Friday, January 20, 2023
Thursday, January 19, 2023
The Black Cat
With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy it with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chiefly -- let me confess it at once -- by absolute dread of the beast.
-Edgar Allan Poe
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
Tuesday, January 17, 2023
13
I never really got into the Friday the 13th films. Jason Voorhees, to me, always seemed like a second-class Horror Icon. I found a disturbing amount of pleasure and watched with great relish as Freddy Krueger bested him throughout Freddy vs Jason (I'm still in the camp that thinks Freddy won that War, by the way). I recall finally sitting down to watch the first few hockey-masked killer films back in the early 90s and was shocked to find the goalie missing from the first one. Then you get to the second film and you see that Jason is sporting a sack over his head with one eye hole. Part III reveals the Jason most people know, and I think that's where I stopped watching way back when.
I give Freddy vs Jason a lot of credit for pulling off that monster showdown. And I also credit it for making Jason a legit horror figure in my brain. Odd to think it was made 20 years ago.
Speaking of time, Friday the 13th was made 43 years ago. That's bananas. It was filmed in various locations in New Jersey - Hardwick, Blairstown, and Hope township. And it turns out those towns embrace that odd claim to fame. The boy scout camp where most of the film was shot has Camp Crystal Lake tours during parts of the year. And the diner in Blairstown gets decked out in horror decor on each occurrence of Friday the 13th in the calendar. There's even an appearance by Mr. Voorhees himself - the hockey mask varietal.
Then, in the evening, the local theater in Blairstown has a showing of the first film. Attending that event was pretty amazing. The theater itself, along with nearby buildings in the small town, were featured in the opening scenes of the movie. As each familiar landmark appeared on screen, the packed theater cheered and howled. It was a party atmosphere in there for sure. And it was wonderful being a part of it.
The landscape up in northern New Jersey is stunning, and never what people think when they hear "New Jersey." Rocky valleys and beautiful streams and marshlands are literally everywhere. All the roads seem to wind up, around, and over small mountains, between thick wooded areas and farmland. Many of the smaller farms are abandoned or in a state of disrepair, so it's a dream come true for a scarecrow builder with a camera.
There are loads of small towns with great restaurants, bars, wineries, cider mills, and shops. Ended up in a small antique store by accident and the owner revealed happily that the shop was featured in the opening scenes of the film. And it was!
Below are some photos from this past weekend. If you ever find yourself in New Jersey on Friday the 13th, I'd recommend the Blairstown diner and a movie. I am positive I'll never forget these last few days in New Jersey. And certainly won't forget January 13, 2023.
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