Showing posts with label scary stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scary stories. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

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.



Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Trailer: Scary Stories

Scary Stories, the highly anticipated documentary about Alvin Schwartz’ iconic Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark book series, will debut in select theaters beginning April 26 via Wild Eye Releasing. Explore the history of one of the most controversial works of modern children's literature: The best selling teen classic Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, which scared a generation of young readers and became one of the most banned books of modern times. Scary Stories creates both the ultimate celebration and dissertation of this iconic piece of horror literature. Following the limited theatrical release – which includes Los Angeles, New Orleans, Columbus, and Texas - Scary Stories will be available on VOD May 7 with a DVD release set for July 16.


Click below for the trailer:

Monday, February 4, 2019

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark Commercials

I missed these ads after going to bed right after an underwhelming Dude appearance in a Stella Artois commercial. 

Click below to check them out.

Thanks, K.O.!

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Poster: Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark


A version of the iconic Stephen Gammell scarecrow is now a part of the film poster to the upcoming film.

I don't normally say stuff like this, but I wish I got the call for this.

Click below:


Thursday, August 23, 2018

Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

I approve of the Halloween setting for the new Scary Stories film...

Stella Michaels (Colletti) is a young girl still haunted by her mother’s disappearance on Halloween night — an incident that she suspects her father knows more about than he lets on. Years later, Stella and her friends are involved in a Halloween prank gone wrong. But are they really at fault, or was it the work of a vengeful spirit — a female ghost who uses her scary stories to come after the teens when they begin to investigate the disappearance of several children?

Click below for the story...

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Scary Stories To Tell In The Art

I'd love to be a part of something like this...


Saturday, December 7, 2013

Scary Stories...

..To Tell In The Dark:  A feature film.

A few people have sent me the heads up to this story, so thanks a bunch.
Very cool if they pull this off.

Click below for the story.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/12/04/scary-stories-to-tell-in-the-dark-movie_n_4383335.html?utm_hp_ref=mostpopular

































I offer my services as Gammell Propmaster.
Just sayin.


Thursday, July 25, 2013

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Gammellness




Found the following post on a favorite blog of mine - The Haunted Closet. It seems that the Scary Stories books are getting a makeover. A what-the-frig makeover.

Click here to read.

And be sure to click on his link to the Adventures in Poor Taste site.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Difficulty In Crossing A Field

One morning in July, 1854, a planter named Williamson, living six miles from Selma, Alabama, was sitting with his wife and a child on the veranda of his dwelling. Immediately in front of the house was a lawn, perhaps fifty yards in extent between the house and public road, or, as it was called, the "pike." Beyond this road lay a close-cropped pasture of some ten acres, level and without a tree, rock, or any natural or artificial object on its surface. At the time there was not even a domestic animal in the field. In another field, beyond the pasture, a dozen slaves were at work under an overseer.
Throwing away the stump of a cigar, the planter rose, saying: "I forgot to tell Andrew about those horses." Andrew was the overseer.
Williamson strolled leisurely down the gravel walk, plucking a flower as he went, passed across the road and into the pasture, pausing a moment as he closed the gate leading into it, to greet a passing neighbor, Armour Wren, who lived on an adjoining plantation. Mr. Wren was in an open carriage with his son James, a lad of thirteen. When he had driven some two hundred yards from the point of meeting, Mr. Wren said to his son: "I forgot to tell Mr. Williamson about those horses."
Mr. Wren had sold to Mr. Williamson some horses, which were to have been sent for that day, but for some reason not now remembered it would be inconvenient to deliver them until the morrow. The coachman was directed to drive back, and as the vehicle turned Williamson was seen by all three, walking leisurely across the pasture. At that moment one of the coach horses stumbled and came near falling. It had no more than fairly recovered itself when James Wren cried: "Why, father, what has become of Mr. Williamson?"
It is not the purpose of this narrative to answer that question.
Mr. Wren's strange account of the matter, given under oath in the course of legal proceedings relating to the Williamson estate, here follows:
"My son's exclamation caused me to look toward the spot where I had seen the deceased [sic] an instant before, but he was not there, nor was he anywhere visible. I cannot say that at the moment I was greatly startled, or realized the gravity of the occurrence, though I thought it singular. My son, however, was greatly astonished and kept repeating his question in different forms until we arrived at the gate. My black boy Sam was similarly affected, even in a greater degree, but I reckon more by my son's manner than by anything he had himself observed. [This sentence in the testimony was stricken out.] As we got out of the carriage at the gate of the field, and while Sam was hanging [sic] the team to the fence, Mrs. Williamson, with her child in her arms and followed by several servants, came running down the walk in great excitement, crying: 'He is gone, he is gone! O God! what an awful thing!' and many other such exclamations, which I do not distinctly recollect. I got from them the impression that they related to something more--than the mere disappearance of her husband, even if that had occurred before her eyes. Her manner was wild, but not more so, I think, than was natural under the circumstances. I have no reason to think she had at that time lost her mind. I have never since seen nor heard of Mr. Williamson."
This testimony, as might have been expected, was corroborated in almost every particular by the only other eye-witness (if that is a proper term)--the lad James. Mrs. Williamson had lost her reason and the servants were, of course, not competent to testify. The boy James Wren had declared at first that he SAW the disappearance, but there is nothing of this in his testimony given in court. None of the field hands working in the field to which Williamson was going had seen him at all, and the most rigorous search of the entire plantation and adjoining country failed to supply a clew. The most monstrous and grotesque fictions, originating with the blacks, were current in that part of the State for many years, and probably are to this day; but what has been here related is all that is certainly known of the matter. The courts decided that Williamson was dead, and his estate was distributed according to law.
Ambrose Bierce


Image by sparth.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The Appointment

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.


Image by Thomas Claveirole.

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Hook

"Would you like to come in and have some cocoa?"
she asked.
"No," he said, "I've got to get home."

He went around to the other side of the car to let her out. Hanging on the door handle was a hook.

From Scary Stories Treasury.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Basket Case

"Good evening," Sam said. "What brings you out so late?"
But she didn't answer.

Then he said, "May I carry your basket?"

She handed it to him. From under the cloth, a small voice said, "That's very nice of you," and that was followed by wild laughter.

Sam was so startled that he dropped the basket - and out rolled a woman's head.


From Scary Stories Treasury.


Image source.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Me Tie Dough-Ty Walker!

There was a haunted house where every night a bloody head fell down the chimney...

From Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.



Image by gina64.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Let's Make A Doll The Size Of A Man



Thanks, Samhainn, for recommending this story.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Scary Stories Treasury

Stopped by a Borders book store this weekend. A going-out-of-business sale. I managed to get the Scary Stories collection for a crazy low price. All three books included in one hard cover edition.

And, of course, those wonderful illustrations by Gammell.

Look at that scarecrow-thing on the left. Wow.

At amazon.com

Monday, June 28, 2010

Even More Gammell

I truly worship Stephen Gammell.