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
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
The Corruption Of Death
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Jack O Lantern Sticker
From artist and fellow Haunter Ethan Black.
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And click here for Ethan's cool Halloween and Art blog.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Thursday, May 15, 2014
A Face In The Dark
Everything is brushed away, off the sleeve,
off the overcoat, huge ensembles of assertions
just jars of buttons spilled, recurring
nightmare of straw on fire, you the scarecrow,
the scare, the crow, totems gone
Dean Young
Image by Ethan Black.
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Sunday, May 11, 2014
The Dreams In The Witch House
As the scene grew
clearer he saw the ancient crone bend forward and extend the empty bowl
across the table - and unable to control his own emotions, he reached
far forward and took it in both hands, noticing as he did so its comparative
lightness. At the same moment the disgusting form of Brown Jenkin scrambled
up over the brink of the triangular black gulf on his left. The crone
now motioned him to hold the bowl in a certain position while she raised
the huge, grotesque knife above the small white victim as high as her
right hand could reach. The fanged, furry thing began tittering a continuation
of the unknown ritual, while the witch croaked loathsome responses.
H.P. Lovecraft
Image by Ethan Black.
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wide Toothy Mouths
The Haunt of Ethan Black.
More images here.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Ethan Black: Monster Maker
A new Halloween blog from Ethan Black featuring his dark creations.



Monster Maker blog.








