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Thursday, August 28, 2025
Creepy Cheapies: In The Lab
Sunday, June 1, 2025
Monday, July 29, 2024
Memories Of Halloweens Past
The next entry for this fun blog series comes from Raven176. It's a rare and unique paper decoration of Frankenstein's monster. "Probably the best dollar my parents ever spent," he shared. "Fifty plus years now. Surprised beyond belief that he survived three kids and two dogs. It's not Halloween without the big guy."
Sunday, December 24, 2023
Thursday, September 21, 2023
Now Playing: Monster Rap
Back in the late 80s or early 90s, my brother and I were driving around on Halloween afternoon. This was back when we decorated at our parents' house, and I can't recall why we were driving around with only a few hours left before sunset. I get nervous just thinking about that risky trip (maybe we needed a bag of ice for the fog chiller?). I can recall that it was an overcast day. Very gray, and very chilly.
Thursday, August 10, 2023
Thursday, February 9, 2023
Gangster: Revisited
Back in 2012, I wrote about a costume I wore for Halloween and a wardrobe malfunction that ensued. You can read the post HERE.
Sunday, December 4, 2022
Saturday, November 12, 2022
Haunted Eve 2022: Classic Horror Movie Monsters
Wednesday, July 27, 2022
Scientific Advancement
Sunday, June 12, 2022
Now Playing: Alive
By Nekromantix.
Thursday, March 31, 2022
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Friday, December 3, 2021
Hemlock Hall
I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bed-chamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
Mary Shelley
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
The Modern Prometheus
I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bed-chamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
Mary Shelley


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