Monday, October 31, 2011


Also: happy belated birthday (October 8) to the love of all our lives, R.L. Stine.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Truly, the perfect book for Halloween. A spooky story interspersed with photos of the strange and macabre variety. The best part about the photos in particular is they are authentic. Old creepy pictures = awesome.

Monday, October 17, 2011

I Was A Pre-Pubescent Egg Monster

Just a quick tidbit: I found a diary entry from when I was about 9 or so in which I wrote that I was currently reading Egg Monsters From Mars (one of the more illustrious Goosebumps books) and how it was NON FICTION. I obviously knew something no-one else knew. That, or I was just plain stupid.

Wasn't I a doll? Watch me leak!

I Love Bela Lugosi

Because he's awesome. That's why.

Yes, at one point Dracula was Jesus.

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.

"The Haunting of Hill House"

Shirley Jackson

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


Thinking of something to post here everyday is surprisingly difficult. And on this particular day, I am feeling particularly brain dead. Speaking of brains...

...he wants 'em.

Happy Tuesday.

Monday, October 10, 2011


No, no, I NEVER want to play with you! GET AWAY FROM ME!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Good Old-Fashioned Mindless Fun

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.

I am Syphilis. Don't Screw With Me, Or I'll Give You Dementia.
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Freaks (1932)

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

~ Halloween Giveaway ~

AEIOU...and sometimes why is an awesome blog giving away some awesome prizes for Halloween. Just clicketh the linketh for the rules and ENTER. Seriously, who wouldn't want to win a book called "Dick and Jane and Vampires"? Look at this thing!

You've got until October 12 to enter so what are you waiting for? Hurry before the vampire gets away!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Thursday Ten - 10 Horror Movies I Have NEVER Seen

* Every Thursday in October = a list of ten. Because lists make the world spin faster. Or something. *

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". *

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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Ballad of Barbara Allen

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.

*This is a 17th century Scottish ballad so it isn't the most terrifying thing in the world. But it's still a little unsettling. And you've got to love the lesson behind it: treat people as you want to be treated or you'll be worm food sooner rather than later.*

Monday, October 3, 2011

~ October, My Sweet ~

In honor of the greatest month of the year (do not question this) I will be doing a horror related post EVERY FREAKING DAY (starting tomorrow) of the month. No, it won't be related to Fear Street very often, but that rat hole will always be there. Anyway, I have no idea what each post will be about, but it'll be all scary and such. And I know how much you love that. Right? RIGHT?!? Right. Now gaze into the non-eyes of this jack-o-lantern and lose yourself in the Octoberian magic.

(Or just go back to whatever you were doing before you started reading this. Your choice. *cough*the terrorists win when you ignore magical jack-o-lanterns*cough*)