Looking as incredible as ever.
Truly the coolest place on Earth.
I wonder if Eric would let my remains be put to rest here...
Their Facebook Page.
Looking as incredible as ever.
Truly the coolest place on Earth.
I wonder if Eric would let my remains be put to rest here...
I was testing my fog machines yesterday, as Halloween just wouldn't be the same without clouds of fog moving through the neighborhood. Both checked out just fine, but I became aware of just how odd Haunting must be to the outsider. I thought of this as I grew bored and pointed the fog machine into my garage and let it look like a house fire was starting.
Click below for a VERY cool fog test I found... total fog envy.
Found on the Small Town Monsters Twitter.
Funny to watch this old Inside Edition from the 90s after viewing the awesome Bray Road Beast documentary.
Click below...
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
This just made my Halloween Season...
The latest release from Halloween at High Noon.
Click below (and purchase!):
Woke up today and watched the documentary again. Incredible.
Bought this today and LOVED it.
Truly spooky. Looked incredible too. And the score was wonderful.
My highest recommendation...perfect for October viewing.
And it even has a brief moment of wonderful Halloween eye candy.
Not entirely sure what this countdown is over at the High Noon Records blog, but I'd like a VIP ticket, please...
Thought this was a great photo and a fun excuse to push my favorite candle shop and the official scent of the Pumpkinrot Haunt... SoyNSuds' Anise & Clove candle.
I thought this was GREAT.
Apparently there are LED light strings that can alternate between orange and purple... this Haunter has posted a ton of pics and I have two below.
I posted this creepy short story a while back, but I was thinking about how Halloween really meant something back when I was in grade school and it unlocked a memory.
OCTOBER was the start of an uncontrollable excitement. The decorations went up above and on both sides of the giant chalkboard. Paper cut-outs of pumpkins and autumn leaves and acorns got hung. And they'd devote entire hours to the construction of Halloween crafts... like those cool little napkin ghosts with tissue-ball brains.
There was this one strange/cool teacher who was so incredibly pale and thin, like a living Edward Gorey illustration...
Never heard this amazingly sad and dark track by Harold Budd. Twenty minutes of longing. I'd like to re-name this track H A L L O W E E N.
Click below to listen (thinking of putting this into the CHURCH playlist for Halloween night)...
No cornstalks yet, but they're coming.
I decided to reuse the tin can scarecrows from my great grandfather's 1921 display.
An annual tradition for sure.
Click below for some fun Halloween tunes...
And click the 'bojo's mix tape' tag for older mixes.
At The Skeleton Key Blog.
I'd love to see something like this...the Illuminated Mausoleum Tour. The real deal - like a giant home haunt, with lots of real dead people under your feet.