Monday, October 24, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
You Are Spooky
You put the trick in "trick or treat," and you won't stop scaring people until you scare yourself.
You love horror movies, dark spooky nights, and the darker side of Halloween. You save the kids' stuff for the kids.
Speaking of kids, you avoid the little candy grubbing monsters at all costs. Well, unless you are looking to give them a little scare.
You think Halloween has gotten a bit to sugary these days, and you don't mind injecting a little fright into things.
Your Zombie Name is Scrape
You Are a Satanic Horror Movie
There's no one scarier than the devil, and even just thinking about him (or her???) makes you shiver.
You are obsessed with the idea of evil, and unlike your typical horror movie, the devil isn't someone you can just kill at the end.
Even if you aren't religious now, it's likely that you come from a religious background and still think of the world in those terms.
Your favorite movies explore the idea of satanic influence... stuff like Rosemary's Baby, The Omen, and the Exorcist.
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Strangest... The Most Startling Human Story Ever Screened... Are You Afraid To Believe What Your Eyes See?
I love this movie. I often feel ashamed of loving this movie (for the obvious reasons). But I don't love it because I enjoy gawking at the uniquely bodied. I love it because it's the ultimate REVENGE. Plus, I have a soft spot for all of these characters, particularly Hans and Frieda (real life brother and sister).
Thursday, October 6, 2011
You've got until October 12 to enter so what are you waiting for? Hurry before the vampire gets away!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
EDIT: I am a complete moron and thought today was Thursday, not Wednesday.
WARNING: If you are a horror fan, my choices will make you ashamed of me for life.
1.) Poltergeist (1982)
2.) The Amityville Horror (1979)
(I didn't watch the remake either if that's any consolation.)
3.) An American Werewolf in London (1981)
(Guess what? I actually OWN a copy of this and haven't watched it yet. Bad baby! BAD!)
4.) Jaws (1975)
5) Alien (1979)
6) Psycho (1960)
7) Rosemary's Baby (1968)
8) The Omen (1976)
9) Carrie (1976)
10) Any Hammer film ever made
* Wow. That was brutal. For the record, I've seen little bits of some of these, but "little bits" is not the same as "the whole damn thing". *
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
Made every youth cry well-away!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swelling,
Young William on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his man unto her then,
To the town, where she was dwelling;
“You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.
“For death is printed on his face,
And ore his heart is stealing:
Then haste away to comfort him,
O lovely Barbara Allen.”
“Though death be printed on his face,
And ore his heart is stealing,
Yet little better shall he be,
For bonny Barbara Allen.”
So slowly, slowly, she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him;
And all she said, when there she came:
“Young man, I think you’re dying.”
He turned his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing;
“O lovely maid, come pity me,
I’m on my death-bed lyin’.”
“If on your death-bed you do lie,
What needs the tale you’re telling?
I cannot keep you from your death;
Farewell,” said Barbara Allen.
He turned his face unto the wall,
As deadly pangs he fell in:
“Adieu! adieu! adieu to you all,
Adieu to Barbara Allen.”
As she was walking o’er the fields,
She heard the bell a knelling;
And every stroke did seem to say,
“Unworthy Barbara Allen.”
She turned her body round about,
And spied the corpse a coming:
“Lay down, lay down the corpse,” she said,
“That I may look upon him.”
With scornful eye she looked down,
Her cheek with laughter swelling;
That all her friends cried out amain,
“Unworthy Barbara Allen.”
When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow,
“O mother, mother, make my bed,
For I shall die tomorrow.“
Hard-hearted creature, him to slight,
Who loved me so dearly;
O that I had been more kind to him,
When he was live and near me!”
She, on her death-bed as she lay,
Begged to be buried by him;
And sore repented of the day
That she did ere deny him.
“Farewell,” she said, “ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in:
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barbara Allen.