Three

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Now Playing: Halloween IV

From the expanded limited edition soundtrack, by Alan Howarth.

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Fantasmas

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The Best Laid Plans

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Thanks, Randy.
Hadn't seen this before.

Food

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Fallen Angel

Father O'Hara told Father Gallagher something even stranger. "One night the boy brushed off his handlers," he reportedly said, "and soared through the air at Father Bowdern standing some distance from the bed with a ritual book in his hands. Presumably Bowdern was about to be attacked but the boy got no further than the book. And when his hands hit that - I assure you, Gene, I saw this with my own eyes - he didn't tear the book, he dissolved it! The book vaporized into confetti and fell in small fine pieces to the floor!"

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Parsnip Ghouls

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Night Shift

I work the night shift. I've always worked the night shift. The night is a different world, hidden behind bedroom curtains for most. But not for me. 

In the middle of a very warm October, and in the middle of a long stretch of empty street, I left the broken-down bus behind, and figured I'd walk the rest of the way. That's when I saw the house, up on an overgrown hill, at the top of a steep and cracked driveway. My bus had passed that house every night for as long as I can remember. And every night I'd see a faint steady glow from a low window closest the driveway. The glow of a television I had assumed. The house hadn't looked so abandoned and desolate from the inside of my bus as we shot past every night. But now, standing at the bottom of that long driveway, the pale greenish light seemed very out-of-place among all that ruin. And I was a little surprised when I caught myself halfway up the driveway walking towards it. It was steady, not fluttering or pulsating like the light from a TV. Just steady. 

I crouched down by a basement window well which had been mostly filled with leaves, with only the upper portion of the window visible. I couldn't see the source of the light at first. It seemed to be coming from deep inside the basement. The bushes around the house were too thick and overgrown to look for another window with a better view, so I lowered my feet into the window well and slowly knelt down onto the leaves. With most of my body crammed into the well, I found a missing window pane among the filthy cloudy glass and peeked inside. I felt the moist coolness of the basement air on my face.

The basement was filled with the light. So bright and still. There was a large wide rectangular box in the center of the basement floor. More like a wooden frame, it was lidless, and each side only a few inches high. And it was overgrowing with tiny mushrooms. Hundreds and hundreds of bulbous growths. Glowing. Luminescent mushrooms. One side of the wooden frame had rotted away and even the loose spilled dirt was loaded with the glowing mushrooms. 

I stared at them for a very long time. Before I saw her. Sitting in a chair. An old woman, hands folded on her lap, her old rocker facing the mushrooms. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light, I could see that her mouth was open - very wide. But it wasn't that at all. Her lower jaw was missing. And I could see the texture of her skin, flakes upon flakes, like a dry crust. Her eyes were shut tight. I could see more and more detail of her cracked pained face... 

Then she slowly turned to look at me. 

I froze. My face still pressed through the missing pane. And the only noise my shallow breathing. But her head hadn't turned. She hadn't moved. It was the light. The odd green light was shifting. Slowly shifting, crawling, across the basement walls. The light grew brighter, more intense. The old woman was now in total darkness. And the light - it was directing itself...focusing....on the broken basement window, and on me. 

I could see tiny particles in the light, floating slowly in tiny waves. I inhaled a moist fungus scent. Putrid and foreign. A night scent. Spores. I could taste them. I could feel them. I pushed away from the window. Pushed myself out of the window well. Stumbling. Then running. Trying to clear the taste. To outrun it.

 

I ran. Hating the night air. Hating the darkness. And just wanting the sun to rise.

Flames

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Knowledge And Pride

I like plays. The good ones... Shakespeare... I like Titus Andronicus the best; it's sweet. Incidentally, did you know that you are talking to an artist? I sometimes do special things to my victims: things that are creative. Of course, it takes knowledge, pride in your work... For example, a decapitated head can continue to see for aproximately twenty seconds. So when I have one that's gawking, I always hold it up so that it can see its body. It's a little extra I throw in for no added charge.

I must admit it makes me chuckle every time.

The Gemini Killer


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Crestfallen Cemetery

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Now Watching: Creepy Birds

It

From The Haunted Yard blog.

Corpse Reviver No. 2

INGREDIENTS:
Absinthe
.75 oz Plymouth Gin
.75 oz Cointreau
.75 oz Lillet Blanc
.75 oz Lemon juice
Glass: Coupe or Martini

PREPARATION:Rinse a chilled coupe or Martini glass with absinthe and set aside. Add the remaining ingredients to a shaker and fill with ice. Shake, and strain into the prepared glass.

From liquor.com

Grotto

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Orange Rind Votives

How-to here.

Guising

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Begging For Candy

The Ghost House

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Residual

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Pingu's THE THING

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Haunters Video Awards

It's that time of year again.
Submit your videos now.

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Revisiting Haunted Overload

Some more photos from their Facebook page
(still waiting for the official 2011 gallery).

Now Playing: Brainstorm

Lillian's Heart Attack by James Horner.

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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.

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

Sunset Dreaming

Image by Titou Picard.

Vile Dead II

Got my hands on some more photos of Jeremy's Haunt.

Cutlery

By Andre Lassen.

Uninvited

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Now Playing: Faydeaudeau

By System 7.

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The Vile Dead

Thanks, Jeremy!

The Haunt looks absolutely amazing.

Basement Wall

White

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Finding Bigfoot: New Season

The bigfoot research team heads to New York to investigate video of an alleged baby bigfoot. When locals report bigfoot activity in the neighboring woods, the teams tries a new search method in hopes of finding bigfoots near the Big Apple.

Looking forward to the new season.
It premieres tonight on Animal Planet.


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Now Playing: Ascension

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