Happy Birthday, Emz. Irish Horror Author : Emerian Rich

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Check out this interview we did with Emz back in 2019


Irish Horror Writers Month – Interview with Emerian Rich

Tell us a bit about yourself? Name, State or country?

I am Emerian Rich and I live in the beautiful San Francisco Bay Area. I write Horror, Romance, and ever so often SciFi. I’m the Horror Hostess for HorrorAddicts.net and am also an artist, graphic designer, and book designer.

What is your connection to Irish Heritage?

I am 5 generations from the cross-over, but it’s a part of our heritage we’ve kept pretty close with it.

Do you know what part of Ireland your ancestors came from?

County Down in Northern Ireland.

Do you live close to where they lived? Have you visited there?

No and no. It’s one of my life goals to travel there.

How and when did you start writing?

I started writing stories when I was in Middle School. I had received a journal for Christmas. I started writing about my own life, but by half-way through I was so bored of my own life, I decided to write how I wished my life would be. This new me got to go on adventures, solve crime, and experience things I could only dream of. My first novel was when I was 13. 89 pages of big, bubbly cursive in pencil on white, lined notebook paper. However, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until in my 20’s.

Why write Horror?

There’s something special about a story when it can horrify you and make you feel safe at the same time. I enjoy creating stories and characters that people can experience horrific situations through without leaving the comfort of their reading nook. Most people’s lives are nice and safe—which we want them to be—but there isn’t much excitement in living our daily lives. We need to escape every once in a while and dream the impossible. Sometimes the trauma the characters go through can help us work through our own.

What inspires you to write?

Beautiful locations, interesting history facts, and most of all, my dreams. Day dreams of what I wish I could do and sleeping dreams where my subconscious goes off the rails.

Does being Irish inspire any part of your writing?

As far as it being part of who I am, it’s all in my writing. My heritage did inspire one particular character most of all. The Irishman, Markham O’Leary, in my Night’s Knights Vampire Series is a direct inspiration from my own family heritage. I patterned him loosely off of my grandfather and his family.

What scares you?

What scares me in a good way is Classic Horror or Horror with a classic slant. Movies like The Woman in Black, Crimson Peak, and Ghostship have the mysterious darkness to them that I have enjoyed all my life.

What scares me in a bad way is the real-life trauma our world is going through right now. Hate crimes, domestic violence, mass murder, and the simple fact that a large part of the population no longer has respect for life in general.

Who is your favorite author?

I can never name just one. Anne Rice has been a favorite for a long time along with Andrew Neiderman and Jane Austen, but recently I’ve been delving into horror classics like The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, The Grey Woman by Elizabeth Gaskell, and The Willows by Algernon Blackwood.

What is your creative process like? What happens before you sit down to write?

I generally have so many ideas I can’t possibly write them all down fast enough. My novels are big, enormous ideas that simmer in my head for quite a while before I actually start writing them. If I’m writing a short story, I usually get the email from the publisher or see the call and get inspired by the idea or the cover. Then I think about it for a few days. In a day or two I’ll think of something awesome I want to do. I usually get the beginning and the end and write it down (long hand) as much as I can. When I have a pretty solid first draft, I read it into my phone and email it to myself. Once it’s on my computer I make it pretty, flesh out the descriptive parts, sure up the dialogue and fill in the missing bits. Then it’s ready to send to my betas.

Tell us about your current projects.

I have just finished a modern rewrite of Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey. It’s sort of a Clueless-meets-Lydia Deetz-from-Beetlejuice YA Romance about a Horror Addict who falls in love over winter break in New York City.

I am writing my third vampire novel, Day’s Children, and have a few other short Horror stories coming out in anthologies this year.

What have you written and where can our readers find it?

Readers can find out about my vampire series, Night’s Knights, and all the other fun stuff I do at: emzbox.com


Emerian Rich is the author of the vampire book series, Night’s Knights. She’s been published in a handful of anthologies by publishers such as Dragon Moon Press, Hidden Thoughts Press, Hazardous Press, and White Wolf Press. She is the podcast Horror Hostess of HorrorAddicts.net. You can connect with her at emzbox.com.

Happy Birthday, Emz! Haunts and Hellions

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Emz was so excited to bring us this Gothic Romance Anthology!


Harkening back to the glory days of gothic romance that had us up reading all night, HorrorAddicts.net Press Presents:

Haunts & Hellions edited by Emerian Rich

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13 stories of horror, romance, and that perfect moment when the two worlds collide. Vengeful spirits attacking the living, undead lovers revealing their true nature, and supernatural monsters seeking love, await you. Pull the blinds closed, light your candle, and cuddle up in your reading nook for some chilling—and romantic—tales.

With stories by: Emily Blue, Lucy Blue, Kevin Ground, Rowan Hill, Naching T. Kassa, Emmy Z. Madrigal, R.L. Merrill, N.C. Northcott, Emerian Rich, Daniel R. Robichaud, Daphne Strasert, Tara Vanflower, and B.F. Vega.

To read, go to: Amazon.com

Happy Birthday, Emz! Kill Switch, A Tech Horror Anthology

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Check out the tech-horror anthology Emz co-edited with Dan Shaurette!


As technology takes over more of our lives, what will it mean to be human, and will we fear what we’ve created? What horrors will our technological hubris bring us in the future?

Join us as we walk the line between progressive convenience and the nightmares these advancements can breed. From faulty medical nanos and AI gone berserk to ghost-attracting audio-tech and one very ambitious Mow-Bot, we bring you tech horror that will keep you up at night. Will you reach the Kill Switch in time?

EDITED BY:
DAN SHAURETTE
& EMERIAN RICH

STORIES BY:
H.E. ROULO, TIM O’NEAL, JERRY J. DAVIS, EMERIAN RICH, BILL DAVIDSON,
DANA HAMMER, NACHING T. KASSA, GARRETT ROWLAN, DAPHNE STRASERT
PHILLIP T. STEVENS, LAUREL ANNE HILL, CHANTAL BOUDREAU, GARTH VON BUCHHOLZ

MOW-BOT / DANA HAMMER

Mike’s new Mow-Bot is the answer to his weekend chore dreams until the neighbor’s cat disappears.

REMS / TIM O’NEAL

A doctor eager for publication and fame unethically tests a wound debridement technology with disastrous results.

PHANTOM CALLER / NACHING T. KASSA

An elderly woman enlists the aid of two repairmen when her pest elimination program goes haywire and begins attracting ghosts.

SOULTAKER 2.0 / EMERIAN RICH

A game programmer in the final stages of launching a new version of the MMORPG “SoulTaker,” finds a bug even he can’t fix.

IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER / DAPHNE STRASERT

Daemon is willing to do whatever it takes to get the girl of his dreams and if his Iriz eye implant can help him do that, he doesn’t care what else it does.

HAÜS / GARTH VON BUCHHOLZ

A five-year-old boy is left home alone while his parents travel overseas, but his smart-house will keep him safe, right?

TRAVELS / JERRY J. DAVIS

In a near future world where viewers are addicted to a television station featuring a hypnotically seductive sphere bouncing on an endless, surreal journey through unspoiled natural environments, Dodd is the only one who is “awake” enough to fight back.

GO GENTLY / GARRETT ROWLAN

In a future world where no one except fake grandparents live past the age of 65, Enid needs to land the job that will save her life, but a trip down memory lane may prove more difficult than she expects.

STRANGE MUSIC / CHANTAL BOUDREAU

An audio-sensitive college student is the only one who can hear the difference in a mechanical birdsong that attacks her little sister.

ANGELS DON’T FEAR HEIGHTS / H.E. ROULO

A man uses technology to control his daughter from beyond the grave, will she ever be free?

INTELLIGENIE / BILL DAVIDSON

A terminally ill woman discovers a frightening secret when she issues a deadly order to her personal robot.

13TH MAGGOT / LAUREL ANNE HILL

A scientist working with bioengineered medical maggots fails to document her obvious erroneous observation, only to later realize her horrific mistake.

SUBROUTINES / PHILLIP T. STEVENS

A computer programmer looking for his missing children in a legendary ghost house encounters a malevolent AI.

Available now on Amazon!

Happy Birthday, Emz! Where the Books Began

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During the end of May, we’ll be celebrating Emerian Rich’s birthday, coming June 1st!

Now, some of you may not know that Emz did not start out as a podcaster. She actually ran a little San Francisco Bay Area ‘zine called DarkLives in the 90s. All the while she was also writing a vampire novel that would lead her to become a podcaster and start the snowball that would become HorrorAddicts.net.

Her dreams to be a vampire novelist started about 1991 when she started writing Jespa’s story in her college apartment overlooking the fog-covered streets of Daly City. At that time, Julien, Severina, and Markham were in a different story and only sparks of ideas at that. Soon, she’d move closer to her college and reside in downtown San Francisco, where her love of the city would blossom into an all-consuming passion. And with her love of the city grew the vampires that she would create there. As you may know, if you’ve read Night’s Knights, the city is almost its own character in this book and it would be a late night roaming the deserted alleyways of the financial district that she would decide to combine the Jespa story and the story of the vampires.

About ten years later, as she was shopping her book around, frustrated at the publishing business and hoping for a deal, she would get a real bite from a publisher. It was so exciting! Someone actually wanted to publish her book! She spent months cutting, fine-tuning, and getting the book ready for a publisher that would ultimately close before the deal was done. Depressed, pregnant, and ill, she gave up. Night’s Knights went into the closet. Her pregnancy brain wasn’t working anyway, so she stopped writing for a time.

After the birth of her son, she suffered post-partum cardiomyopathy, which caused her to die and be brought back to life on the ER table. Waking up a week later, unsure if she lived or died, she realized something.

“Life isn’t easy and it’s short. If I sat around waiting for someone to give me the okay to be a writer, I was going to die without any of my stories out there.”

So, she left Night’s Knights in the closet and wrote other things, constantly working on her craft. During this time, Artistic License came to be.  Meanwhile, she would record her books on short little audio snippets and put them together on CDs for her and he husband to listen to.

One day, her husband came home from his commute and said, “Hey, there’s this thing some authors are doing and it’s just like you recording your books for us. Only… they are putting it out on the internet and iTunes for people to listen to. I think they call it podcasting.”

Emerian jumped in head first, but still hoping for a book deal and also leery about people maybe stealing her book ideas from the cast, she didn’t want to use her fresh new book, so she pulled out the closet book, Night’s Knights. Still her baby, the book market at the time was NOT looking for vampire tales. She started podcasting her vampire novel, which gave her an audience who wanted it in book form. She self-published her book when that was not a very cool thing to do and got a lot of flack about it. But her listeners (or Biters as she called them) didn’t mind.

After the publication of Night’s Knights, offers from anthologies started pouring in and she took every single opportunity she could to write for other publishers and get the word out.

If you’d like to check out her first book, you can get it on Amazon in Print and eBook, and the podcast from 2009 is still out on her website at: https://nightsknights.wordpress.com/1-nights-knights/


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by Emerian Rich

Buy Night’s Knights in PRINT and Kindle.

Listen to Night’s Knights on iTunes.

Severina is an exotic beauty from the jungles of Brazil whose family is brutally murdered by the same man she later calls lover.

Markham is a simple Irish immigrant striving for the American dream in 1860 when coach robbers cause his untimely death.

Julien is a knight who serves as guardian angel to his family but has no clue about his predestined fate.

Vampires on a quest for knowledge attempt to create the perfect offspring, but from the shadows an even more demonic evil threatens their immortality.

Will a powerful mortal named Jespa be the one to save them all?

“Emerian Rich is the unrivaled queen of podcast horror fiction.” -Mike Bennett, author of One Among The Sleepless

“Night’s Knights gives new meaning to the preconceived notion of vampires. These vamps left me with the taste of blood in my mouth and an unquenchable thirst for more.” -Rhonda R Carpenter, author of The Mark of a Druid

“Never before have I felt so much compassion for a bunch of murderous vampires. Fresh, original, and thoroughly entertaining.” -Mark Eller, author of Traitor

“Emerian brought the Vampire Novel back from the dead! Jespa will captivate you and leave you wanting more.” -C. E. Dorsett, author of Shine Like Thunder

Happy Birthday, Emz! Where the Blog Began

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The end of May we’ll be celebrating Emerian Rich’s birthday! She is our fearless leader and although she hosts the show, edits most of our anthologies, and runs the publishing end of things here, she doesn’t get much of the attention. In fact, she is usually busy making sure the authors, musicians, staff, and other guests on the show are promoted, featured, and have a good experience while doing so. So, to put Emz front and center, we’ll be talking about what she’s done for the horror community and what great content she’s put out over the 25-ish years she’s been doing this.

First up, Emz tells you in her own words…

Where the Blog Began
by Emerian Rich
Written Jan 9, 2020

When I started HorrorAddicts.net, it was just a podcast to keep my listeners and readers interested and engaged in between novels. Little did I know it would become the horror network it is today. With podcasts, Facebook groups, writing competitions, book publishing, and a blog that has survived ten years of ever-changing media coverage, it blows my mind.

Back in the beginning, we just talked to the listeners through the podcast and my own personal Ning forum. At Ning, there were feeds titled Horror Addicts, Wicked Women Writers, Movies, and Writing. Anything the listeners wanted to chat about, we’d just make a new feed. Even though Facebook started in 2004, it wasn’t something my readers or authors really knew about. Myspace was very popular and vampirefreaks.com was another good horror site you could network with Horror Addicts on, but there wasn’t really a place where Horror Addicts could come share and read news, publically. Still, it suited us and everything was running quite smoothly until mid-2009 when Ning announced they were going to start charging for their forums in the new year.

Being a free fan site, I didn’t want my readers to have to pay to play with us. We wanted to geek out on horror stuff the way intended…FREELY and open to everyone. When I voiced my concern to our staff, Sapphire stepped up and suggested we start a blog.  A blog sounded like a bit more than I could spend time on. Already slammed with the career of author and all that entailed, I said I didn’t think I had time to run it, but Sapphire volunteered to be Blog Editor. 

So now, ten years later, it’s Sapphire who we should thank for getting us up and running. She served very long hours for many years with us making sure that our Addicts had what they were looking for on the web. 

THANK YOU SAPPHIRE!

Since then, the blog has expanded so far. More than I could’ve ever dreamed of way back in 2009. Today we have Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram to share memories, review things, and geek out in our horror lifestyles with, but the blog is still trucking and feeding information from our hard-working writers to you, the readers. We do this all for you and because our info is gleaned through your eyes, the blog shows the identity of us as a community. We are truly a horror site run by Horror Addicts, for Horror Addicts.

Happy 10iversary Horror Addicts!

To those of you who were with us at the beginning–like Michele Roger who started Wicked Women Writers and Laurel Anne Hill our first interviewed writer– and the rest of you who found us along the way, thank you for your support. We strive to bring you the best in horror movies, music, fiction, and more!

Here’s to ten more years geeking out HORROR-STYLE, together! 

HorrorAddicts.net 221, Amanda Leslie

HorrorAddicts.net Season 18
Manor of Frights, Episode# 221
Horror Hostess: Emerian Rich
Intro Music by: Valentine Wolfe

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221

221 | Amanda Leslie | Astari Nite | Horrifying Housewives

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164 days till Halloween

Theme: #HorrifyingHousewives

#ManorofFrights

Music: “Bowie in Day Dreams” #AstariNite #Bowie

Catchup: @badbadmoms #HorrifyingHousewives #InterviewwiththeVampire #TVSeries #AMC #Vampires #Claudia #Lestat #Louis #TheateroftheVampires 

Historian of Horror: #MarkOrr #NosyGladys #Bewitched #ThePassionateWitch #SamnthaStevens #Karen #KarenAttiah
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Manor of Frights : Amanda Leslie

What is your name and what genre of Horror do you usually write about?

Amanda Leslie. I typically write monster/paranormal horror, but I’ve also dabbled in writing dystopia and slasher horror.

What is the title of your story in Manor of Frights and what is it about?

My story is titled “The Living Room.” It’s about a woman stuck living the same day over and over and over while she slowly loses her mind. I won’t spoil the ending here, but it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written.

What inspired you to write your story for Manor of Frights?

I was inspired by the theme of Manor of Frights! I mostly write Horror that takes place in a single location, but a story taking place in a single room/mostly in one room was a challenge that inspired me.

What is your favorite Horror house story in fiction, movies, or TV and why?

The Hell House LLC series of movies is by far my favorite. Much like this book, it takes place in a single location. I watched the entire series over quarantine, and it quickly became my favorite to the point I recommend it to anyone. It’s just a fun horror movie that I think anyone can enjoy.

What music most inspires you to write Horror?

Post-metal, dark classical, “wonky rock,” and folk punk inspire me the most. My story in this book is particularly inspired by Shayfer James and Miracle Musical — both artists that I would firmly place in the “wonky rock” genre.

Where can readers/listeners find your work? (URL #1 place for them to go.)

I have a blog at http://amandaleslie.com where you can get updates on all of my work.

 

 

Horror Curated: The Crimson Rush by Pamela K. Kinney

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The Crimson Rush by Pamela K. Kinney

royalteaDelicate fingers tremble

To lift a handle of purest gold

Hold high this Chinese cup

Where blood red bats fly

A porcelain rim

And dance through tangled filigree

Sealed in a painted grave


Sip the scented liquid

Jasmine trapped in amber tea

Chosen flower of the evening

Left upon an altar

Before the setting sun

Read more in Bloody Tea.

Spooky Locations : New Jersey Pine Barrens / J.S. O’Connor

This next spooky location needs no introduction. The Pine Barrens cover one point one million acres in New Jersey. That’s nearly twenty-two percent of the state. It offers many of the amenities that other state forests or preserves offer: hiking, boating, camping, and the Baton Trail, which is nearly fifty miles long through three different state forests. But behind all of this natural beauty is a sinister secret that has even infiltrated pop culture and the inspiration for the name of New Jersey’s hockey team. It is the name of the state’s most infamous demon: the New Jersey Devil.

The Jersey Devil or the Leeds Devil is a piece of folklore that is well-known throughout the United States. In the early 1700s, Mrs. Leeds was giving birth to her thirteenth child. During the birth she cursed the baby and famously said “Let it be the devil!” and thus the devil complied. Immediately after the child was born, it let out a horrifying screech and flew out the window into the wilderness. The Jersey Devil has been said to have the face of a dog or in some accounts the head of a horse, wings like a bat, horns, and a tail. There are countless tales of the Jersey Devil appearing and destroying farms, killing animals, and terrorizing the residents of at least fifty different towns in and around New Jersey. At one point there was even a reward of one hundred thousand dollars to capture the Jersey Devil dead or alive. The creature has been seen by people from all different walks of life, police officers, businessmen, and regular everyday people.

So, the question remains: is there a Jersey Devil prowling the largest forest preserve in New Jersey or is this a bit of slander against Mrs. Leeds?  

Murdering mothers: the overlooked poignant gem of ‘Prevenge’

Some will say that this article is just an excuse to gush over a film which vanished under the radar and should be far more widely seen and appreciated by the film-watching populous. I would argue that they’re absolutely right, in every way. It’s gory, got lashings of black comedy, but also contains much more poignancy and pathos than it might appear on first appearance. Prevenge is an overlooked gem.

Conceived by British independent cinema stalwart Alice Lowe (of Sightseers fame, she’s also Timothy Dalton’s bubble-gum-blowing employee in Hot Fuzz, the one Olivia Colman whacks with a Wet Floor sign near the end), whilst she was several months pregnant, the film follows Ruth, a pregnant mother who’s recently lost her husband on the same day she discovered she was pregnant. Now, obeying her unborn child’s psychopathic, profanity-ridden wishes, she goes out on a killing spree across the city to take revenge on those she feels responsible for her husband’s death.

What makes Prevenge such a work of genius (despite being conceived of and shot in the space of only several months, whilst Lowe, who wrote, directed, and starred was pregnant),  is the multiple generic layers that create it.

On the one hand, it’s very much a slasher film. It’s got the synth score reminiscent of Giallo films, the kind of thing you might expect from Goblin or Fabio Frizzi. There’s enough gore to satisfy, with blood and brains and bodies splattered around the screen to keep the bloodhounds happy. Tension-filled scenes permeate from the opening kill to a seedy flat with DJ Dan, and the score helps to give it the kind of grimy, underground, 42nd Street feel that films of the 70s and 80s had in abundance. In that way, it’s a delight for horror fans because there is a dreamy reminiscence about it.

There are also lashings of biting black comedy pervading throughout. This is prevalent not just from the unborn baby calling the couple in the hotel room next door, “‘selfish b*stards’” with their lively nighttime activities, and calling an insurance woman a ‘“merciless, frigid b*tch,”’ which are, obviously, immensely funny spoken by the high-pitched voice of a baby. It’s also there in the quiet moments, and through the wonderful dialogue Lowe has written for Alice. The interplay between herself and the midwife, with Lowe’s absolute deadpan delivery, makes for some of the best cringe-comedy found in a horror film. And when Lowe manages to break out lines such as ‘“I am a working mother”’ to a woman she’s got a knife-point, and responding to claims the baby can’t hear her with ‘“She’s very articulate,”’ you know there’s a genius behind the lens with an ear for finding humour in evil.

And yet, what makes Prevenge so great is that, behind it all, it is a kind of Shakespearean tragedy. It is a character study of a woman struggling with grief, the loneliness of being abandoned to make her own way in the world at the time when she needs it most. She’s constantly got a photograph of Matt, her husband. When she’s dancing with DJ Dan at the pub, she’s got tears streaming down her face behind his back. When she’s with the midwife, she says to her that ‘“I would swap her to have him back.”’ Partially this wish for the swap is so she wouldn’t have to follow the baby’s instructions and kill people, but mostly because what should be joyful, the discovery of being pregnant has been soured and darkened by tragedy. The baby is the antithesis of her husband, everything she despises, brought together in one entity and tethered to her. The grief, embodied by the baby, controls her. Indeed, she describes it as a ‘“hostile takeover.”’

Prevenge is therefore not, at its heart, about an evil baby, though it is of course about an evil baby. It is not about the terrors of motherhood, though it is of course about the terrors of motherhood. It is, at its heart, about how we rationalise grief and anger and rage at the world. It is about where we place our darkness, how we come to terms with loss, and how, if leaving it unchecked, it can overwhelm us. Whether one chooses to view the film as supernatural or not, Prevenge is an incredible film because it isn’t about being a comedy horror film. It’s not about the guts or the blood. It’s about learning how to deal with grief. With sorrow. Learning how to let go. In many ways, the horror genre, with such a close connection to death, does this better than any other genre, and Prevenge is a remarkable demonstration of such power.

-Article by Kieran Judge

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Historian of Horror : The Boos in the Hall

I’m not normally a big fan of recent sitcoms, recent being since The Big Bang Theory shut down, but there are two I currently enjoy: Young Spencer (because how could I not love an ensemble cast in which the hottest actress is older than I am?), and Ghosts, a 2021 series in which a young couple inherits an old house full of spirits she can see but he can’t, with the intention of turning the ancient mausoleum into a Bed & Breakfast. 

In case you haven’t taken the opportunity to watch it, the spooks involved range from the entire history of the house and the land around it. They include Thorfinn, a Viking; Sas, a Native American; Isaac, a formerly-closeted Continental Army officer who has a ghostly redcoat boyfriend; Hetty, the Gilded Age lady of the house; Alberta, a Jazz Age blues diva; Flower, a spaced out hippy chick who expired from trying to hug a bear; various victims of a cholera epidemic, who keep the furnace in operation; Trevor, a Wolf-of-Wall-Streeter with no pants; and Pete, a scoutmaster with an arrow through his neck. The young couple initiate their plans for the house over the objections of the long-term residents, resulting in a variety of paranormal shenanigans.  

Those of you willing to admit to having watched it might not know that Ghosts, like several other television programs of various vintages, is the Americanization of a British version that began in 2019. Same basic set-up, with an older house because everything is older in England, and victims of the plague, rather than cholera. Some of the ghosts back in Old Blighty are reflected in their later, Colonial counterparts, but not all. Instead of a Viking, for example, they have a caveman, although a Viking would be just as appropriate. The Victorian mistress of the manor was murdered by her husband by being chucked out a window, a demise she is spiritually obliged to recreate loudly at three in the morning, to the consternation of the household. A simple resetting of her alarm clock resolves that issue, which is not necessary in the States as Hettie would never do anything so gauche as to launch herself onto the lawn. And the military man in denial is a World War II-era officer in His Majesty’s armed services. There’s also an excessively melancholy Regency poet who moons over the still-living new owner who is one of several who have no real analog to the other side of the Big Pond. 

Much of the cast of the BBC version of Ghosts, by the way, was previously seen in the gruesomely delightful series Horrible Histories, including their own depantsed financier. I recommend seeking out skits from that program on YouTube and gorging yourself on them. I’m particularly fond of the episode about Boudicca

For those of you among the populace who have experienced the pleasures of watching both of these shows, you might not realize that they were inspired by an even earlier BBC series on a similar theme, which ran from 1976 to 1978. The Ghosts of Motley Hall kept the 20th Century at bay for nineteen episodes and a Christmas special over those three short seasons. 

The Hall’s inhabitants included Bodkin, an Elizabethan jester; Fanny, an 18th Century fop, Matt, a Georgian stableboy; Sir George Uproar, an incompetent Victorian-era general; Old Gory, a 15th Century knight who only appears every five years to parade about whilst carrying the head he lost in battle; and the White Lady, who’s been in residence so long she can’t remember how she died. Unlike in the later incarnations, the spirits rarely interact with the living, although the White Lady does occasionally appear to Mr. Gudgin, the caretaker, but only long enough to scare him halfway out of his wits.

Sir George was played by Freddie Jones, one of those splendid English character actors whose horror pedigree is rather impressive. He appeared in several Hammer horror films, as well as the 1974 Harry Nilsson-Ringo Starr horror spoof, Son of Dracula, the 1980s The Elephant Man, and the original 1984 version of Stephen King’s Firestarter

The plots generally involved convincing developers and other prospective buyers to leave them and the Hall alone, something the ghosts in the later shows might have benefited from. Had that been the case, however, the proceedings would be less amusing.

Next time, we take a look at the silent movie output of Paramount Pictures. In the meantime, let’s enjoy a little ditty by the late great King of Calypso, Harry Belafonte, who carries us on wings of song to that most festive of funerary events, the Zombie Jamboree. Harry passed away on April 25, at the age of 96.

So, until we meet again, be afraid…

Be very afraid.

Merrill’s Musical Musings: Astari Nite

When I think of Horrifying Housewives, I’m reminded of Mommy Dearest, Stepford Wives, and even a few in my own life which I won’t name here. I definitely think music has turned many women into negative caricatures, but there are a few memorable scenes from movies where the woman loses it, and manages to make an epic stand. 

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“Bowie in DayDreams” by Astari Nite

A lovingly crafted tribute to our beloved David Bowie, Astari Nite has released the track “Bowie in DayDreams,” which shows just how powerful the deceased artist’s influence truly is. From the vocals to the atmospheric sound, the track whisks you away to a damp street at night where the only streetlight illuminates the chameleonic star waiting for you with a cigarette between his lips. Astari Nite’s catalog is worth a listen. You just might find some other gems like “Gloomy Witch” and “Capulet Loves Montague” worth your while. 

Got other recommendations to fit this week’s theme? Feel free to drop them in the comments or email me at rlmerrillauthor at gmail dot com. Here’s the playlist link for this season. And if you’re a horrible housewife, well, we salute you! Stay Tuned for More…

Logbook of Terror : Happy Wife, Happy Knife

It was happening again. Janet shrieked obscenities as she stormed out of the house with Braden’s laptop under her arm.

    “You think I’m going to let you spend all your free time writing that garbage when you should be spending time with me? Huh?” 

     Stomping outside, she threw open the garbage can and slammed the laptop down inside. 

    Janet skulked back into the kitchen and hurled word grenades at her meek husband. “Horror fiction is sick! Only demented losers write that crap! No husband of mine is going to be involved with such filth! Do you know how that makes me look, you publishing that kind of nonsense? Huh, do you?” 

     Breathless, Braden struggled, searching for a reply that was totally lost to him. 

     Janice huffed and stepped past him, adding, “Start making dinner, I don’t want to eat late like we did last night. It’s not healthy to eat late and you’re not going to make me gain back weight after I’ve worked so hard to lose it.” 

Braden’s eyes trailed off, out the glass panes in the kitchen door, to the garbage can. He sighed, turned away, and started cooking their evening meal.

 

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Late that night, Braden rescued his laptop from the garbage can. He sat on the carpeted floor of his darkened office, looking over his instrument. After several minutes, he began to type. With every keystroke his wife’s voice boomed in his head, a constant reminder that he wasn’t good enough, that he would never be a professional writer, that everything he did was worthless. As he struggled to type through the barrage of insults, determined to not let her destroy him, tears began to fall from his eyes. Minutes later he found himself hunched over his laptop, sobbing.. He couldn’t quell the pain any longer. He couldn’t push it down any further. After all the years, it finally bubbled and boiled and spilled over. He gripped the sides of his laptop and wept.

“Please, please help me,” he sobbed. “Anything, anything, just get me out of here!”

Braden’s tears fell onto the laptop keyboard and the small machine drank them in, absorbing every drop.

The laptop rumbled quietly and glowed with an eerie, green light. Braden was crying so hard that he didn’t even notice. It wasn’t long before he was all cried out and was slinking back to bed. 

In the deep gloom, Braden’s laptop rested on his desk beside the Crypt Keeper lamp and his talking Dracula doll. It hummed to life and soft clacking echoed through the room as the machine began to type.  

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The next morning, horrid shrieking forced Braden out of sleep and into the harsh, waking world. He stumbled out of bed and wobbled downstairs. Janet was in the kitchen, throwing pots and pans around the room and screeching. She spotted Braden and screamed, “Where do we keep the knives? I need to cut up some meat for breakfast!”

Drool poured out of her twisted, blackened lips. Her eyes were pure, black orbs. Claws had replaced her fingernails.

“Janet?” Braden whispered.

“Yes, honey, it’s me. How do you like my new look?” She threw her head back and cackled. Her laughter ended abruptly. She hissed, “Now, about those knives…”

Braden ran back up the stairs and into his office. He pressed his ear against the closed door, listening for Janet. She’d stopped screaming. The only sounds Braden heard were the boom of his own heartbeat and…typing? He slowly turned around. There, sitting on his desk, was his laptop. The keys moved in a flurry as if a ghost writer were caught up in a creative fever. Braden’s eyes widened. Feet stomped up the stairs. 

“Oh honey, I found the knives!” Janet called out. 

Braden raced to the laptop. The words spread out on the screen in front of him. His eyes watered as he read the new line:

The heavy footfalls echoed down the hall and Braden knew he was going to die. 

And Braden listened to Janet stomp down the hall, faster and faster, and he remembered that he was so terrified that he hadn’t even thought to lock the office door. 

Shadows Love: Episode 4/ Dispatching by Jesse Orr

The metal spike sank sharply through the girl’s eardrum and impaled the cochlea. The sound of popping small bubble wrap leapt unpleasantly to the front of Lastor‘s mind. Fresh blood and other fluids oozed down her face as she screamed hysterically into the gag. The vampire leaned down and kissed her cheek, forcing the ice pick deeper and licking the blood that had dripped down from her ear as he grinned at the audience in his head.

“Enough,” Lastor said.

The vampire jerked up and snatched the ice pick from the hooker’s ravaged ear with a sick squelching sound.  Free of the encumbrance of the vampire, she began madly scrabbling at the gag, breaking her nails on the tight knot. The vampire took no notice.

“Who’s there?” His voice was like gravel. Behind him, the hooker had managed to claw the gag off and vomited red and gray filth on the alley floor. Blood dripped down off her face to pool with her last meal on the alley floor.

“See that? You went too deep! Now she’s going to die, and much too fast for your needs, I’m sure.” Lastor’s voice dripped sarcasm.

“They’re easy enough to find,” sneered the vampire, brandishing his pick threateningly in what he was reasonably sure was the right direction. “Show yourself!”

Lastor materialized out of the gloom to the left of the vampire’s focus. His peripheral was the first to notice and he snapped to the left, raising the pick for a strike. He took in Lastor’s face for a long moment before recognition dawned.

“Hey, you’re Audrey’s husband. Valorian.” 

Lastor’s eyes flashed at the mention of her. “I am. And you are not worthy to think her name, much less utter it.”

“Huh, I could get a lot of money for you,” the vampire grunted, and brandished his ice pick.

“Yes, you could.” Lastor’s face did not move.

“On the other hand I could use you in the entertainment,” the vampire said, pondering. “Or I could just kill you.”

Lastor grinned. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “No, you couldn’t. You won’t be allowed to kill me. You are inferior to many who have already tried and failed miserably. Awfully. Horribly. Lots of pain.” 

The vampire may have been thick but he recognized an insult when he heard one. With a roar, he charged at Lastor, ice pick raised. 

Lastor took another quick drag off his cigarette and flicked it in the charging man’s face, sending a shower of sparks into his eyes. Taking advantage of the vampire’s momentary blindness, Lastor ducked under the wrist with the pick and snatched it tightly. He gave a hard twist, sending the vampire over and onto his back on the ground with a thud. Before he knew what was happening, Lastor had pinned him down and slit his throat with one long fingernail. 

Leaving the vampire to gurgle helplessly on the ground and contemplate this latest development, Lastor crouched down and examined the whimpering girl laying in the fetal position. The blood had stopped flowing from her ear but the hooker’s eyes were blurry and unfocused. The damage was done. Lastor could feel her heart gradually slow down as her life ebbed. He touched the hooker’s brow and her eyes turned to him. She tried to speak but was cut off as Lastor dispassionately snapped her neck, ending her suffering forever. 

The alley was quiet and dark once more, with the scent of fresh blood hanging in the air. Lastor seated himself alongside the dead hooker and extracted another cigarette from the pocket housing them. Opening his book of matches, he received an unpleasant surprise – no matches. A book of nothing.

“Well that sucks,” Lastor grumbled, pushing himself back up and going over to the body of the vampire and dug through his pockets. 

“Glkfhaaau,” the vampire bubbled, air hissing out of his slashed throat.

Lastor looked at him in mild surprise as he picked through the meager offerings in the vampire’s pockets. “Still alive, then? You don’t have a lighter or anything do you?”

The vampire gurgled apologetically. Lastor pulled a pack of Marlboro Reds out of the vampire’s pocket and a book of matches with one remaining. Tossing the pack at the vampire’s face, Lastor lit his cigarette with the remaining match and stepped on the vampire’s neck, crushing his mid-cervical vertebrae. The gurgling stopped.

Lastor was still faced with an issue. There were still hours remaining before the wedding and entertainment. He needed matches. And he was getting hungry.

Nothing else for it, he would have to find somewhere to satisfy both. 

Lastor made his way through the alleys, following the distant sound of music. He felt like King Kong, drawn to a gate by drums for a maiden sacrifice. Before long he was peering at the entrance to an artistically run-down club, boarded up windows and dark peeling paint which could only be blood. 

Horror Curated: Bloodthirsty (2020)

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BLOODTHIRSTYCurated by Daphne Strasert, Bloodthirsty (2020)

Indie music artist Grey is struggling. Not just with writing her latest album or connecting with her long-time girlfriend, but with her identity. She’s been experiencing hallucinations, frightening images of turning into a violent, uncontrollable animal. Not even the medications her psychiatrist prescribes seem to help.

Read more in Bloody Tea.

The Conjouring House

 by Megan Starrak

In 2013, the motion picture The Conjuring, directed by James Wan and starring Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson, hit theaters, and the world of horror was changed forever. Based on a paranormal case that Ed and Lorraine Warren investigated, the movie told the story of a house in Rhode Island and the Perron family. But what percentage of the film happened, and what was fiction?

In 1971, the Perron family consisting of parents Roger and Carolyn and their five daughters Andrea, Christine, Nancy, Cynthia, and April, moved into an old farmhouse in Harrisville, Rhode Island. The 3000 square foot 14-room house was built around 1736 and has been known by several names, including the Old Arnold Estate and Old Brook Farm. In a 2021 interview, Andrea Perron told how she and her sisters saw the spirit of a man in the dining room the day the family moved in. Other terrifying events occurred, including beds levitating and the family hearing voices and other strange sounds. 

The Perrons endured the events of the house for ten years. It was a difficult time because of the paranormal events. What made it worse was that Roger Perron said he didn’t believe anything was happening. Only years later, he confessed that he had seen and heard things and felt unable to protect his family. In the same interview, Andrea recounts how her mother went from being young and beautiful to tired looking, frail, and thin. Her mother’s voice also changed, and she started dressing differently. Finally, sometime during their final autumn in the house, Carolyn told her husband that she would not survive another winter there.  

However, regarding The Conjuring, Andrea states that only 5% is actual truth, and the rest is pure fiction. The fiction begins with naming Bathsheba Sherman as the spirit who wreaked havoc on the family. The real Bathsheba Sherman lived about a mile from the farmhouse, and there’s no evidence that she ever lived in the Conjuring House. Andrea does not believe Bathsheba was the spirit tormenting the family. She thinks it was the spirit of Mrs. John Arnold, one of the original homeowners. Andrea feels like Mrs. Arnold felt threatened by Carolyn Perron for some reason and turned her wrath against her. 

Andrea Perron credits the writers of The Conjuring with creating a third story outside the ones regarding Bathsheba Sherman and Mrs. John Arnold. The movie combined the stories of the two women. The most apparent evidence of this melding is the scene where Lorraine, played by Vera Farmiga, sees a body hanging from a tree, and the audience is led to believe it is Bathsheba. However, historically, Mrs. John Arnold hung herself in the barn in 1797 at 93, whereas Bathsheba Sherman died at home following a stroke in 1885.

Another fabrication in the movie is that the Warrens helped the Perrons. It was, in fact, the opposite. Famous paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren unexpectedly showed up at the Perron house. They had been contacted by people outside the family who knew about the strange activity. During their work, the Warrens performed a séance in the house against the wishes of Roger Perron. During the séance, Carolyn’s chair was said to have risen off the floor and flown into the next room. Andrea Perron remembers believing that her mother had been killed because her head hit the floor so hard. Roger Perron threw the Warrens out of the house, and they never returned. Decades later, Andrea saw Lorraine, and during that encounter, Lorraine admitted that she and Ed had been in over their heads and mistakes had been made.  

The Perron’s time at the farmhouse in Rhode Island spanned a decade, and the horror they experienced there changed their lives forever. But like other infamously haunted locations, the popularity of The Conjuring House has only grown since the movie’s release. When the house was sold in 2022, the final selling price was 27% over the asking price. The latest owner is still offering tours and investigations of the house to people hoping to encounter its ghostly occupants, who seem content to call the property home forever. 

HorrorAddicts.net 220, Lesley Warren

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Manor of Frights, Episode# 220
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220 | Lesley Warren | In a Darkened Room | Bad Babies

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Manor of Frights : Lesley Warren

What is your name and what genre of Horror do you usually write about?
My name is Lesley Warren and I enjoy writing psychological horror stories with unexpected twists. As someone living in a different country from where I was born and raised, I often write about the feeling of “otherness”, and this manifests itself in protagonists who do not quite fit into the boxes in which they are placed by their surroundings.

What is the title of your story in Manor of Frights and what is it about?
My story is called “Bye, Baby Bunting”. Ida Wells, a young and beautiful widow, is left to care for her newborn baby in the grand but eerie manor house she once shared with her recently deceased husband. During the first few months of the child’s life, Ida struggles in vain to bond with baby Minnie; ghastly visions transform her from an innocent infant to a demon, from Ida’s point of view. Is the bereaved and exhausted mother losing her wits, or is there really something strange about the baby, who seems to have her dead father’s eyes?

What inspired you to write your story for Manor of Frights?
I have always enjoyed reading stories and watching films in which things are not as they first appear to be. Some of my friends have embarked on the rewarding but demanding journey of parenthood in the past couple of years, and I get the feeling that it’s something you never quite feel prepared for – I thought it would be interesting to combine the challenges of raising a child with supernatural phenomena in my story. Add a spooky manor house and the age-old question of whether or not the strangeness is real or just happening inside the protagonist’s head, and you’ve got a recipe for a spine-tingling read.   

What is your favorite Horror house story in fiction, movies, or TV, and why?
As an avid watcher of Asian horror movies, the first film that comes to mind when I think of haunted houses is definitely the Korean psychological horror masterpiece “A Tale of Two Sisters”. It’s a perfect example of how the same events shown from two different perspectives can paint an entirely new picture. Without giving too much away, I can say that it manages to be hauntingly beautiful at the same time as shocking you speechless and breaking your heart. No mean feat! 

What music most inspires you to write Horror?
I’m a lifelong gothic rock and metal fan, so it’s never been difficult for me to lean into my darker side. I write best with music as background noise. Usual bands in my rotation are alternative rock band Palaye Royale (the musical equivalent of an espresso shot), rock cellists Apocalyptica (great for conjuring up atmospheric settings), and Viking-esque groups such as Wardruna and Heilung (perfect for tapping into one’s primal instincts – after attending a Heilung concert, my friends are still convinced that I have joined a pagan cult!)

Where can readers/listeners find your work? (URL #1 place for them to go.)

My work has been published in several online and print journals. You can find a couple of my short stories by searching for the “Open Bookcase” anthologies of the Frankfurt Creative Writing Group, readily available on Amazon. In the virtual sphere, you’ll find me enjoying the kind-spirited feedback and camaraderie of my fellow writers at ABCTales.com; this is my user page: https://www.abctales.com/user/lem

Horror Curated: The Offering by Trinity Adler

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The Offering by Trinity Adler

royalteaDelicate fingers tremble

To lift a handle of purest gold

Hold high this Chinese cup

Where blood red bats fly

A porcelain rim

And dance through tangled filigree

Sealed in a painted grave


Sip the scented liquid

Jasmine trapped in amber tea

Chosen flower of the evening

Left upon an altar

Before the setting sun

 

The offering to prisoners of the moon

A slender collared throat

Bejeweled to gleam as daylight fades

One last sip from that painted cup…Read more in Bloody Tea.

Horror Curated: The Bloody Dead of Night (1945)

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DEADOFNIGHTCurated by Mark Orr, The Bloody Dead of Night (1945)

This 1945 masterpiece from Ealing Studios was the first great anthology film, setting five spooky yarns in the middle of an afternoon of tea and crumpets and horrific deaths. An architect played by Mervyn Johns (of 1963’s The Day of the Triffids) arrives at a remote country cottage he’s been hired to renovate just at teatime.

Read more in Bloody Tea.

Spooky Locations : The Beast of Bray Road , Wisconsin by J.S. O’Connor

Bray Road, Wisconsin

How do legends start? Well, it all depends on the place and time, but this legend starts in 1936 when a night watchman for a local school witnessed a large wolf-like creature digging into an old Native American burial mound. The next night the watchman returned and witnessed the same thing as the night before, except this time the creature stood up, brandished its long fangs, and growled at the watchman. As far as legends go, that’s a pretty good start.

Just outside of the town of Elkhorn, Wisconsin, stretches Bray Road. This stretch of pavement has become infamous due to sightings of a humanoid figure, described by many as a werewolf or bigfoot-type creature, dating back to the nightwatchman’s first encounter in the 1930s. Frequent sightings occurred as recently as the 1990s, and from these dark late-night encounters, the Legend of the Beast of Bray Road began to spread. 

Perhaps the most famous and the most recent report came from an unnamed 18-year girl, who was driving down Bray Road when she hit something. When the girl stopped the car to investigate, all she could see was a large two-legged wolf-type creature standing on the side of the road. When she went to flee, the wolf creature jumped on the back of her car but fell off as she sped away. Other reported sightings say the creature has been seen in large open fields, either hunting or eating some of the local wildlife. One report says it even tried to break into a home. 

Are these just sightings of mistaken identity or fanciful hoaxes? Or do werewolves really exist? To be honest, I don’t know. All I do know is that if I find myself traveling down Bray Road at night and something hits my car, I won’t be stopping to see what it is. 

  

 

HorrorAddicts.net 219, Daphne Strasert

HorrorAddicts.net Season 18
Manor of Frights, Episode# 219
Horror Hostess: Emerian Rich
Intro Music by: Valentine Wolfe

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219 | Daphne Strasert | Vvmpyre | PredatoryPlants

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Author Interview : Daphne Strasert / Manor of Frights – A Green Thumb

What is your name and what genre of Horror do you usually write about?
Daphne Strasert. Typically, I write supernatural or psychological horror. I avoid blood and gore in favor of creeping terror, possible insanity, and things that go bump in the night. I love to refresh classic horror monsters and make them frightening all over again.

What is the title of your story in Manor of Frights and what is it about?
A Green Thumb is the story of an ambitious Anthophile (plant lover) who breaks into the manor’s conservatory to steal a rare orchid. She finds herself in deep peril when she discovers the secret to the enigmatic flower’s growth.

What inspired you to write your story for Manor of Frights?
I love plants. I have an extensive collection of potted plants (including an orchid!). Every plant is unique and caring for them can be tricky. Plants in the wild naturally feed off the decay of other organisms and some trap animals and insects as a way to fertilize themselves. I took this biological reality and amped it up a bit, combining it with the historical craze over rare orchids to create A Green Thumb.

What is your favorite Horror house story in fiction, movies, or TV, and why?
Thirteen Ghosts. If you haven’t seen this cult classic 90’s movie, make time to watch it. The house itself is a visual delight of glass walls and shining clockwork. It was constructed to be haunted, made from the designs of a madman, and created with the purpose of harnessing restless spirits. The cast of ghosts that inhabit the house have a fascinating lore of their own which has been lovingly documented online. I would love to see this movie remade into a series that goes into even more depth.

What music most inspires you to write Horror?
I write best with instrumental music. Lyrics can get in the way of the flow of words for me. My favorite source is Two Steps from Hell, which makes epic, movie-score-style songs. Their Halloween album is an all-time favorite.

Where can readers/listeners find your work? (URL #1 place for them to go.)

You can find out more about me and read some of my work at http://www.daphnestrasert.com

 

Nightmare Fuel: The nicaraguan Vampire vines

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vampire vineHello Addicts,

There are countless numbers of plants in the world, with many still being discovered and identified. Among those are carnivorous plants, such as Venus flytraps and pitcher plants, but those normally trap insects, small arthropods, and small lizards. A question humankind has pondered over the centuries is whether there are plants who eat people. This week’s Nightmare Fuel looks at one such rumored plant, the Nicaraguan Vampire Vine.

In fiction, when someone thinks of a man-eating plant, one of the first things that may come to mind is the Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors. An article appearing in the September 15, 1891, edition of Lucifer, a London magazine published by famed mystic Helena Blavatsky, told the story of one person’s run in with the vine. A naturalist named Leroy Dunstan said that he was hunting for botanical and entomological specimens in a Nicaraguan swamp when he heard his dog crying out in pain. When he found his pet, it had become ensnared in a network of fine rope-like roots and fibers. The branches resembled those of a weeping willow, but with a dark sticky substance oozing from pores. He tried freeing his dog with a knife, but found the vine trying to grab him as well. His flesh became red and blistered where the vine touched him, while it left dog’s body covered in blood and pucker marks. The canine staggered from weakness and exhaustion but survived. The natives of the area referred to the plant as Devil’s Snare and shared stories of other people not lucky enough to have escaped its deadly grip. Mr. Dunstan tried to bring back one root of the plant, but it died on his return voyage, giving off a smell so foul that he needed to get rid of it.

While there are not many articles about this plant in the time since, it does not mean that there may not be such a plant. There is a vine regarded as a vampire, the Dodder vine. Although it doesn’t drink blood like the Nicaraguan vine, it sucks the nutrients from plants it ensnares, making it a nuisance to farms.

The vampire vine also lives on in fictional worlds. It is a staple in many a role-playing games and stories. Fans of Harry Potter may also recognize the similarities between the Devil’s Snare in the story and the one presented here. This plant will continue to thrive in the minds of all who love peril filled adventures.

Until next time, Addicts.

D.J.

Horror Curated: Tasseography

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Have you ever wanted to forecast your future? Nowadays, there are plenty of methods to divine what awaits you, such as tarot cards, palm reading, astrology, or scrying. One still frequently used involves a refreshing beverage and a little meditation. For this issue’s Nightmare Fuel, we look at tasseography. Tasseography is a divination method where someone sees a person’s future, fate, or destiny by reading the dregs of a person’s cup or glass.

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Logbook of Terror : The Haunted Garden

Vera’s eyes scanned slowly across the property until they fell upon an unexpected sight. She pointed and asked the real estate agent, “Is that part of the yard?”

Turning in the direction of Vera’s question, the agent smiled and replied, “Oh, the garden? Why yes, it is, although it sits right on the property’s edge.” 

Vera squinted and gazed into the absurdly unkempt patch of vegetation. “It looks so neglected.”

“Well, the home has been unoccupied for several years and folks in town have just left it alone. It’s actually considered something of a local oddity,” the agent said. “The children say it’s haunted. Can you imagine; a haunted garden?” She giggled to herself and then sighed.  

Vera’s husband, Lon, stepped to his wife’s side. He eyed the sprawling, overgrown garden with curiosity and, for an instant, he thought he heard whispers floating out of the wild green space. He blinked and shook it off. 

“Hey, you okay?” Vera asked him.

“Yeah, I just thought…” Lon trailed off, his gaze again locked onto the garden, watching huge leaves of massive plants sway gently in the breeze. “…Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Vera smiled and took his hand.   

Pam, the leathery old real estate agent, smiled and said, “Let’s take a look inside. You just won’t believe the miracles that the restoration crew worked with this place.” 

After a lengthy tour of the home, filled with all the questions that nervous first time home buyers ask, Vera and Lon found themselves outside again, gazing into the lush, wild garden. 

“So, what do we think?” Pam, the real estate agent asked as she approached the couple from behind. 

Without turning or taking their eyes off the garden, the couple said, “We’ll take it.” 

 

One week later, after the house had begun to take on the appearance of being lived in, Vera was awakened late one starless night by a soft voice calling out her name, like a melody floating on the wind. It roused her out of sleep and drew her to the bedroom window. She looked out over the yard to the garden which was bathed in moonlight. As she stared, the plants swayed back and forth, dancing in the breeze. And again, her name drifted to her on the wind. 

Vera’s forehead creased. It didn’t make sense. How could she hear anything through the closed window? How could she be hearing her name? Surely it must have been her imagination. Then, just as the thought had flitted through her mind, she heard her voice again, as if it was in her mind and all around her, everywhere at once. She looked deeper into the garden. A child’s pale face moved out from behind a bundle of wide, green leaves, and grinned up at her with young, girlish features that took on a maniacal glow.  

Vera’s breath caught in her throat. She stumbled back to the bed and shook her husband. He rolled over, his eyes wide and alert. He was already awake, as if he’d been waiting for her. 

“Lon, there’s someone in the garden!” She whispered, her tone shaky and laden with fear. 

He smiled and replied, “Let’s go see.” 

“No, I don’t think–”

“C’mon, honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s okay; it’s all okay.” 

Vera’s eyes watered. Her hand trembled. 

Lon stroked her hair and stared deep into Vera’s eyes. Her gaze locked onto his. She nodded slowly, taken in, mesmerized by whatever force had taken root inside of Lon.

“Yes, it is okay,” Vera said.

“That’s right,” Lon said. “They told me everything. They really want to meet you. I told them we would come visit.”

“Who?”

“Them.” Lon beamed. His face glowed in the pale light of the moon as he nodded in the direction of the garden. 

Together they rose from the bed and, hand in hand they left the bedroom and made their way to the garden. 

 

THREE MONTHS LATER

Pam smiled wide at the young couple. 

“It’s a beautiful old house,” the young woman said. “What happened to the previous owners?”

Pam shrugged and replied, “No one really knows. They just up and disappeared one night.”

The young woman glanced around the yard, her roving gaze stopping at the garden. She laughed. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that before; it’s huge. That poor garden could use some love.” 

“Sure could,” agreed the husband. “Who would let it get into such bad shape?”

“I’d love to spend some time there,” the young wife said. Her eyes widened. ” Maybe a lot of time.”

“Well, you surely could do that,” Pam said, smiling devilishly. “I bet those old plants would love the company.” 

The wife grabbed onto her husband’s arm. “I love it here.”

“Me, too!” The husband said, still staring at the garden, feeling that it couldn’t be possible, but he could have sworn he heard the plants whispering his name.  

Odds and Dead Ends : ants, zombies, and the revolution of the dead’s origin

Zombies aren’t real. Well, at least in regards to the modern conception of the gangs of undead, flesh-eating cadavers that can only be killed by removing the head or destroying the brain. Their origins as Haitian voodoo mesmeric slaves, as seen for example in White Zombie (1932) or The Serpent and The Rainbow (1988), is a topic that has been discussed several times on Horror Addicts. Those things are hideously close to reality.

However, the human realm doesn’t have the monopoly of spooky, mind-controlling dead creatures. The animal kingdom, and the plant kingdom, are terrifying places to look, should one delve deep enough. And whilst the plants of the deep forests are scary enough, with venus fly traps and pitcher plants trapping and digesting ants and bugs to absorb their nutrients, one plant perhaps takes the blood-dripping cake with regards to utter creepiness.

The Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, a parasitic spore found in the Amazon, has a peculiar life cycle which has given rise to its nickname of ‘the zombie-ant fungus’. Upon its spores being released, it needs to find some way to carry itself somewhere new, so that it might grow and reproduce and spread. To this end, it has formed a rather toxic symbiotic relationship with Camponotini ants on the forest floor, getting them to do its dirty work.

The spores float near the forest floor, where the ants must travel. The spores attach themselves to the outside exoskeletons of the ants and eventually manage to break through the tough armour of the insect and burrow down. When inside, the chemicals of the spores spread through to the ant’s brain and slowly take it over. The ant is helpless. There’s nothing to be done. The spore is now inside its head, and eventually, it paralyses the insect and takes control of its movement.

Moving under control from some unknown force, the ant is forced to find a tree or stem of a plant and climb up and away from the floor. The ant then finds a hanging leaf or thin branch, crawls across to the underside of it, and is forced by the fungus to bite down into the plant and lock down. The mandibles go into a kind of lock-jaw so that the ant cannot move from the spot. Now at the right height and atmospheric conditions, the fungus begins its reproduction.

The ant dies, and the fungus breaks out of the ant corpse’s brain. A small, slender stem rips through the body, breaking forth into the open air. Eventually, the flower atop the stem will open, and new spores will be released, searching out new ants to infect, to begin its life cycle all over again.

Creepy, right? But wait, haven’t we heard about this story before? Isn’t this something we’re aware of, tangentially, in the back of our minds?

Within the space of roughly a year, two stories were released which focused on bringing this fungus to new, terrifying heights. In 2013, the video game The Last of Us was released, with zombies bringing about the apocalypse, and two survivors trying to trek their way through the landscape. The cause of the infection? A relative of the Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, managing to infect human beings and spread, bringing about the apocalypse. Of course, the new The Last of Us TV series, starring Pedro Pascal, brought the story to new audiences.

Additionally, in 2014, the novel The Girl with All the Gifts by M. R. Carey was released, featuring a zombie apocalypse with zombie children here being the focus. How far into the land of the flesh-eating undead have they gone, and can they be restored to sanity against the pull of the infection. Once again, the unilateralis was the fungus at the heart of it, with both the novel and the 2016 feature film using it, especially near the end, to nihilistic beauty.

It seems that, as the tradition of zombies continues to evolve, their origin stories are continuing to evolve. Writers are searching out new ways to change up these now classic corpses, moving from the religious (Haitian and Christian) into the purely biological. Zombies aren’t controlled by mystics or as a form of armageddon and rapture; they are a rebellion of the natural world against man’s constant campaign for superiority.

Perhaps then, these zombie stories aren’t so much an evolution of the tale, after all. For, to me, they feel very much like the microscopic world taking out the invaders, as seen all the way back in H. G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds. In The Last of Us and The Girl with all The Gifts, mankind is the martian, trying to conquer the world through sheer force of weaponry. Only this time, our own planet is fighting back. 

With that in mind, whether zombie ants or humans not learning from our own warnings to ourselves is more sobering, I’ll leave to your personal contemplation.

Article by Kieran Judge

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Historian of Horror : In Which the Sins of the Fathers are Perforce Visited Upon the Son(s)

heartily encourage the populace to seek out and enjoy the 1999 feature film, Topsy-Turvy, which depicts most delightfully the creation of the Gilbert & Sullivan comic opera, The Mikado. Which is not, itself, in any way horror-related, but which does allow me to steer the conversation in the direction of the famed Victorian-era impresarios’ next production, Ruddigore; or, The Witch’s Curse.

Which is. 

Horror-related, that is.

A little context is required. In those days, a decade prior to the publication of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, the popular exemplar of the suave noble vampire was Lord Ruthven, the title character of Dr. John Polidori’s 1821 story, The Vampyre. Conceived during the same Swiss idyll during which Mary Shelley came up with Frankenstein, it was initially assumed to be by the much more famous Lord Byron and therefore became a sensation. A number of stage adaptations ensued, including Heinrich Marschner’s 1828 German opera, Der Vampyr. Librettist W.S. Gilbert very loosely based Ruddigore’s protagonist on Polidori’s character, and since he rather obviously called him Sir Ruthven (pronounced Rivven) Murgatroyd, audiences in 1887 no doubt spotted the connection right away.

Historically, the Ruthvens were a Scottish family, Lords of Parliament, which in the Scottish system of nobility was equivalent to an English baron. That is, they were the lowest level of nobility. Sir Ruthven, by contrast, is a baronet, the highest level of commoner in the English feudal system. Essentially, a hereditary knight. A fine distinction, indeed, and not a particularly important one for our purposes here today.

Ruthven is the scion of a family cursed generations before by a witch his ancestor, the First Baronet, was in the process of burning at the stake. Those Murgatroyds in possession of the title are obliged to commit a crime every day or else perish in horrible and agonizing ways. Ruthven had absquatulated years before to avoid the curse, leaving his younger brother Despard, the “Bad Baronet”, to take on the title and, therefore, to deal with the consequences. Which Sir Despard has done with rather more enthusiasm than was called for. Ruthven, meanwhile, has been living locally under the guise of Robin Oakapple, a farmer.

The opera opens with a bevy of professional bridesmaids bemoaning the fact that the eligible young lady to whom they have pledged their services, Rose Maybud, has proven loath to commit to matrimony, leaving them at loose ends. After overcoming a complication straight out of Edmond Rostand’s Cyrano de Bergerac, Rose and Robin are betrothed. Unfortunately, the dastardly Sir Despard discovers his brother’s subterfuge by the end of the first act, forcing him to accept his duty as reluctant villain.

The newly-minted Sir Ruthven proves to be exceptionally incompetent in his new role, so much so that the ghosts of his villainous ancestors arise to remonstrate with him. By a trick of semantics, Sir Ruthven is able to circumvent the curse. He marries Rose, Despard is absolved of his myriad sins, various couples are reunited, the complications are resolved tidily, and all’s well that ends well. 

The Mikado had no sooner opened in March of 1885 than Gilbert began cannibalizing some earlier works into the next opera’s plot, cobbling it together from various works, his own and Polidori’s, as one does. Composer Sir Arthur Sullivan put off setting it to music until the next year, as he was engaged in other projects. Once he got to it in November of 1886, it went quickly and the opera opened at the Savoy Theatre the following January. It did fairly well, although nothing like the raging success of The Mikado. Gilbert and Sullivan produced four more operas for a total of fourteen before dissolving the partnership and parting ways with some rancor. They resolved their differences before Sullivan’s death in 1900. Gilbert survived until 1911 when he drowned while trying to rescue a young lady he was teaching to swim.

Ruddigore is not one of the more frequently mounted of the Savoy Operas, but there are several performances available on YouTube, including an animated version as well as a 1982 televised production starring the redoubtable Vincent Price as Despard. Alas, that last one is broken up into forty-eight short pieces, which is at the very least annoying.

Do give it a try. Even if Victorian comic opera doesn’t turn out to be your cup of hemlock, you ought to treat yourself by taking a look at the above-mentioned Topsy-Turvy. It stars Jim Broadbent, of Hot Fuzz, and the always entertaining Timothy Spall, currently appearing on Netflix as the superintendent of West Point in The Pale Blue Eye. You’ll thank me the longest day of your life.

Until next time, gourmands of the ghastly, be afraid…

Be very afraid.

Shadows Love Part 2 : Episode 2 – Flight

Lastor poked his head out of the entrance to the basement of the council hall, eyes taking in everything. There were more vampires Below now. Lastor dropped to his hands and knees, scurrying beneath an ornate table at the side of the main room as feet passed by. Peering over the table, he could see what had to be the head council leader and his entourage heading down the staircase to the dungeon. Throwing caution to the winds, Lastor stood and walked purposefully out the door, heading to the street as if he had every right to be there. 

Outside, Lastor glanced up at the ladder leading down from the tunnel to the underground and saw a steady trickle of vampires descending. It would only be a matter of time before someone recognized him. Already, he could hear the footsteps of the council leader’s entourage making their way to the basement, the sound echoing in the stillness. Hugging the shadows surrounding the council building, Lastor heard a bloodcurdling scream of fury rent the underground air. They had found the death he had left behind in the basement where they kept Audrey.

Adrenaline coursing through him, Lastor darted across the gap between buildings and dove through the partially collapsed door of the nearest structure. He threw himself against the ruined door, jamming it into the doorframe as best he could before blocking it in with some debris. That done, he peered through one of the cracks he had been unable to stifle. 

An hour later, the council guards known as the Pinions had all been slain for allowing the death of the council leader’s son. Their bodies were being draped over the giant boulders standing in front of the council building atop the staircase. Rivulets of blood were dripping down the boulders and trickling down the stairs. The limp bodies now looked only vaguely human. The council leader’s tears stained his cheeks red as he raved, extorting his subjects to find the intruder as he cradled his son’s severed head in his arms. 

Twice, someone had tried to force the door of his hovel open, causing Lastor to throw his weight against what was left of the hovel’s door and prepare for the worst. But twice, someone had yelled to whoever was at the door, calling them away, and he had been left alone.

He looked back out his window and started as he saw the messenger come striding up to the center of the courtyard where his father stood, glaring at the bodies he had just flayed. He looked over and saw his son approaching. 

“Your brother is dead,” the council leader said. “You must marry the girl.”

The messenger’s face was grave. “Why have you murdered the Pinions?”

“They have failed me. They have allowed Lastor Valorian to torture and murder my most beloved son Nicholas.”

The messenger’s face darkened for a second, barely betraying his disgust at the council leader’s blatant favoritism, before returning to a blank. “How can you be so sure it was Valorian?”

In a sudden burst of rage, the council leader hit the messenger across the face. “Idiot! Use your head! Who else would dare enter the dungeon and murder my son? Who else’s wife is chained up in the dungeon?”

The messenger winced slightly as his father hit him, but his voice was steady. “Why would Valorian bother to learn the location of The Land Below, murder Nicholas and two guards, and leave the girl?”

The council leader glared as he reviewed the Pinions, stretched across the bloody rocks. A crowd was gathering, onlooking from a distance. No one was keen to get too close to the bodies, or to the council leader. 

“No one,” the council leader said finally. “No one else would dare. But it matters not You will marry her, and the Entertainment will go forward.”

Throwing himself to the ground inside the hovel, Lastor clutched his head in his hands, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. There was no end to this madness. He sat, wracking his brains in the ruined hovel, trying to think of what he should do next. All he could think of was a bottle of liquor, surely available at the nearest liquor store Above, no questions asked. It would render all of his problems obsolete, at least temporarily. At this point, temporary was all he cared about. 

These thoughts were interrupted as the ruined door slammed open, throwing Lastor aside as it was shoved in from the outside. A shadow darker than the gloom of the underground cavern entered the little hovel. Lastor tried to make himself as invisible as possible but the silhouette turned its head and saw him.

“There you are!” the messenger hissed, pulling the remains of the door into the frame behind him. “What happened? I gave the Pinions the slip and when I got back, they were all slaughtered and my father is carrying Nicholas’s head around.”

“It got messy,” Lastor said, shrugging. 

“If you were wise, you would remain hidden until I come find you, after the marriage. Once we are Above, this entire ordeal should be behind us. I suggest you make your way to the section of the community I was hiding in. Take the path to the right of the council steps and continue onward. Stay to the right. You will find yourself in the alleys used to practice for the entertainment.” The messenger grimaced. “You will know when you find it.”

Peering out of the hovel’s door, Lastor saw to the right of the council steps a path leading to the yawning chasm between the council and the nearest building. Like a breeze, Lastor slipped out and into the shadows. 

Instantly the blackness swallowed him. Leaning against the wall to let his eyes adjust to the gloom, Lastor could feel the oppressive dark crushing down on him. Evil had been here. This alley was thick with the scent of death, decay, and blood. 

Lots of blood.

Horror Curated: The Blood Countess

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Curated by Kieran Judge, The Bloody Countess, Elizabeth Bathory

When we hear about serial killers, most of us think of one of two things. It’s either the slasher movie type-Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Freddy Krueger, Norman Bates-or documentaries and Netflix limited series about the modern monsters like Ed Gein, Jeffery Dahmer, Ted Bundy, and John Wayne Gacy. Some might even go to those mythical killers who have transcended their stories and become myth and legend thanks to their mystery and intrigue like Jack the Ripper, the Zodiacs, or the Texarkana Moonlight Murderer. But perhaps the most prolific real life serial killer of them all, whose name is a true blurring of myth and monster, is Countess Elizabeth Bathory of Hungary.

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The Crying Boy Paintings: A Mass-Produced Curse? by Megan Starrak

Countless stories have been written about cursed objects, from lockets to Egyptian tombs. Many of those tales pertained to singular items. So, what happens if the cursed object is part of a collection? And what if they are sold around the world? Welcome to the legend of the Crying Boy paintings.

Starting in the 1950s, an Italian painter named Giovanni Bragolin created a series of paintings portraying young boys’ faces with tears running down their cheeks. The images were very popular with the public. This popularity led to Bragolin’s work being mass-produced and sold worldwide. It is estimated that over 50,000 Crying Boy paintings were sold in Great Britain alone. However, that all changed in September 1985.

The Sun, a British tabloid newspaper, published an article about the paintings. In the article “Blazing Curse of the Crying Boy,” a reporter interviewed Ron and Mary Hall. The couple had lost nearly everything when their house burned down. The one item that remained virtually untouched by the fire was one of the Crying Boy paintings. The newspaper published several more stories about people who had owned a Crying Boy painting and had survived devastating infernos. In total, the pictures were connected to over 60 house fires. 

Not surprisingly, the articles created a wave of panic among those who owned the artwork. They desperately sought to dispose of the painting before the curse could reach them. As a result, sales of the images rapidly dwindled, and Giovanni Bragolin became the subject of intense scrutiny. And this is where the story takes another strange turn. After an investigation, it was discovered that the paintings were created by a Spanish artist named Bruno Amadio. Unfortunately, he died in 1981, so the backlash regarding the curse never reached its target, and little more is known about him today.  

Since then, the legend about the Crying Boy paintings has come and gone into the public’s consciousness. Do I think it’s a curse? I believe thousands of Crying Boy paintings were sold, and house fires happen all the time. I hope I don’t jinx myself by saying this, but I think the paintings are just paintings. But at the same time, I won’t go on eBay and buy one. Why tempt fate? 

 

 

 

 

HorrorAddicts.net 218, Judith Pancoast

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Requiem in Frost, now on Audible!

HorrorAddicts.net Press is proud to present Jonathan Fortin’s latest work, on Audible!

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Listen now to Requiem in Frost by Jonathan Fortin

Black metal lives!

Located in the deep frostbitten woods of Norway, Ingrid’s new home is old, spooky, and possibly haunted. Guttural screams wake Ingrid and her mother nightly. When they discover the shrieks belong to deceased former occupant and extreme metal musician Skansi Oppegård, Ingrid investigates the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death.

Hoping to exorcise Skansi’s ghost, she talks her mom into being part of a metal band. Oppegård’s last musical creation awakens forces beyond Ingrid’s understanding and causes Skansi’s murderer to resurface. In the battle between a madman and zombies, metal may be the only weapon she has.

Listen now to Requiem in Frost by Jonathan Fortin

Author Interview : Judith Pancoast Manor of Frights/CACOPHONY

What is your name and what genre of Horror do you usually write about? 

My professional author name is Judith Pancoast (but most people call me Judy) and I usually write ghost stories, or paranormal.

What is the title of your story in Manor of Frights and what is it about?

CACOPHONY is about a haunted piano!

What inspired you to write your story for Manor of Frights?

I play piano and I’m a piano teacher as well. When you announced that you were looking for stories that involved one room of a haunted house, of course, I picked the music room!

What is your favorite Horror house story in fiction, movies, or TV, and why?

My absolute favorite horror house story is “The Haunting of Hill House.” The book, the original film adaptation, and the miniseries by Mike Flanagan are all top-notch, nightmare-inducing psychological AND paranormal horror. That old black-and-white film still give me the creeps, and I’ve seen it a LOT.

What music most inspires you to write Horror? 

Believe it or not, the pop music of the seventies, because that’s when I was living my most horrific life.

Where can readers/listeners find your work? (URL #1 place for them to go.)

As of now, my short stories have only been published in various journals and anthologies, so they’re scattered all over the place, but they can all be found by searching my name on Goodreads!

 

Horror Curated: Cassandra Raven, Mistress of Witchy Tea

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cassTea seller Cassandra Raven has been creating fun and witchy-inspired products for seven years. She works with herbs, roots, and resins to make hand-blended incense and tea to sell in her Etsy store, RavenMysticUK. Inspired by her surroundings, she’s extremely lucky to live in an English Victorian Gothic mansion famous for its hauntings and spiritual activity. Surrounded by woods and in the depths of a valley, there are always plenty of energies to work with.

Cassandra is witchy from way back. She became a practicing witch when she was nine and began studying Qabalah ten years later. “For the last twelve years I have been teaching Tarot and Qabalah. I have a YouTube channel and I’m releasing my own tarot deck with accompanying book in Autumn 2023.”

During her work as an Occult Advisor and Spirit Medium on paranormal investigations every weekend for the last ten years, she’s experienced a wide array of “spooky stuff.”

She’s worked overnight in hundreds of locations such as castles, pubs, prisons, asylums, tunnels, and museums. Helping guests experience the spirits and energies present, she also teaches spirit communication techniques.

When asked what the scariest thing she ever witnessed was, she says, “I’ve witnessed a lot of paranormal activity including furniture being thrown, unexplained sounds and visual anomalies. To be honest, nothing has actually scared me yet. I’m used to hearing and seeing things at home, so it’s totally normal for me.”

Her favorite Horror aesthetic is anything witchy and gothic, and it’s not hard to see why. She’s a beautiful soul who uses the forces around her to help others find that little witch we all have inside of us. I got to talk to Cassandra about her favorite products and exactly who she would invite to a Bloody Tea…Read more in Bloody Tea.

The Inspiration Behind “Deathly Fog” now on Audible

The Inspiration Behind “Deathly Fog
Now on Audible!

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By Adam Breckenridge

Heading into 2016, I got struck with one of the most insane ideas I’ve ever had as a writer: could I write a short story a day—every single day—for the entirety of 2016? That would be three hundred sixty-six stories, accounting for the leap year, more than I had ever written in my life up to that point. I felt like a lunatic for even thinking the idea, let alone moving forward with it, and yet on January 1, I sat down to turn out the first of the stories.

Writing a story a day for a year is one of the most challenging and rewarding things I’ve ever done. It requires commitment, an intense pace, and it requires you to latch onto any idea that pops into your head, no matter how flimsy, just to have something to work with that day.

And at some point, a strange and quite flimsy idea popped into my head: an image of a boy grasping a globe of fog in his hands, blowing on it to try to keep it between his palms. I can no longer recall what inspired the image, all I knew was that I had something I could spin into a story. It was enough to get me through another day.

On December 31, I wrote story number three hundred sixty-six, and on January 1st I sat down to start reading through them. When I had started out I had figured that, even going by the old adage that ninety percent of everything is crap, that would still mean I had produced thirty-six good stories in the previous year, an effort any writer could be proud of. I just had to figure out which thirty-six were the good ones.

I think I wound up doing a little better than ten percent, but at any rate, there are a number of stories I extracted from the morass that I thought had promise. “Deathly Fog” wound up being one that particularly stood out. Though the original draft is an anemic and atrophied little wastrel compared to what you get to read today, I immediately saw in it the potential for a sort of Jamesian ghost story of uncertain ghostliness, of boys coming to terms with their childhood fears, of brothers growing apart, and of a girl who may be just a girl or who may be something else entirely, but who awakens in the boys something beyond the limitations of childhood play.

Quite a lot of my writing in the last five years has centered around mining the fruits of my mad undertaking. Several of the other stories have already found homes elsewhere, some have expanded into larger projects, and some are still waiting patiently for me to attend to them. In the back of my head I’ve been aware that, with enough time and patience, I could make something out of every single one of the three hundred and sixty-six stories, but it would require more time and patience than I have. I had to pick and choose among them, and it’s been gratifying to see that my faith in “Deathly Fog” was not misplaced, and I’m glad to have found it a good home.

Adam BreckenridgeAdam Breckenridge is a Traveling Collegiate Faculty member of the University of Maryland Global Campus, where he travels the world teaching US military stationed overseas and is currently based in South Korea. He has eighteen short story publications and, in addition to Horror Bites, has most recently appeared in Clockwork, Curses and Coal from Worldweaver Press and Mystery Weekly.

Odds and Dead Ends : Music, murch, and murder: the accidental accuracy of The Godfather

Considering multiple Oscar-winning director Francis Ford Coppola got his first proper directing credit with Dementia 13, a Psycho knock-off produced by Roger Corman with left-over money from another shoot, one would think that this is the place to go. However, it turns out that if you really want to see how to get inside the head of a murderer, all you have to do is go to one of the most famous scenes in cinema, Michael’s first hit in The Godfather

.To recap for those who have forgotten, or haven’t seen it, let me set the stage. Michael Corleone, son of the eponymous ‘Godfather’ Vito Corleone, head of the Corleone mob family, is set to make his first hit. Taken to a restaurant, frisked all over, he eventually leaves to go to the bathroom, where he receives a gun hidden in the toilet cistern tank. Then armed, he goes back to eat. The pressure mounts and mounts, and when he can take it no longer, he shoots his target and leaves.

When planning how to shoot the film, Coppola and sound design technician Walter Murch (who would also go on to win several oscars and work on films such as Apocalypse Now!, Ghost, and Cold Mountain) wanted to find a way to build the tension over the course of the scene without making it obvious through the score. They needed something like music, but not music. In the end, Walter Murch had a brainwave. He’d lived in the rough area where the scene was to take place, and knew that there were many trains and subways that went past. So he planned to have the sound of trains going past, rumbling and rattling, throughout the scene, without being seen, but getting the audience to use their imagination to work it out.

Initially they would be quiet, but as the scene went on, they would get louder and louder. Very subtly, mind you, so as to not tip the audience off too much. He would change the exact composition of the sounds, too, making different metal shrieks and scrapes the equivalent of different instruments, the rumblings like low strings, big screams of steel like brass. Eventually it would swell as the camera held on Michael, and when he shoots, his first kill, the sound would cut out. It was all in his head, perhaps. The sound moves from the possible literal into the possible metaphorical. And then, finally, after a moment of silence to allow the audience to register what had happened, keep the shock floating in the air, the music would come back in and sweep us away again.

This is all an ingenious plan, and as it is executed, the scene really works well with it, becoming tense without traditional music to cue you in. It brings an intensity to Michael’s dilemma, and the moment where he changes forever.

There is, however, an additional sting to the tale.

Years later, an actual hitman (the name of whom Walter Murch did mention when I heard him narrate this story at a live Q&A many years ago, but which I can’t remember), was granted immunity for turning in a good number of other criminals. This was a man who had completed over a dozen hits in his life, nearer twenty more likely, a paid assassin who knew the ins and outs of the mafia, of crime, and of killing. When they were asking him questions about his time in the criminal underworld, one question posed to him was if he believed that Mario Puzo, who wrote the original The Godfather novel and co-wrote the screenplay, had any connections to the mafia. This was, and still is, a famous cinematic urban legend. In response to this question, the assassin replied “Yes,” without any hesitation. “Must’ve done.”

How did he know for sure?

“Well,” he said. “Do you remember that part in the first Godfather movie, where Michael kills the guy in the restaurant?”

“Yes,” they say. “We remember.”

“Well, he has a strange, kind of metallic sound in his head, like a train, that builds up just before he shoots and takes a life for the first time.”

“Of course. We remember.”

“Well, I know Puzo had connections, because that noise is the exact sound I had in my head the first time I had to pull the trigger.”

And so it turns out that, by complete accident, Walter Murch and Francis Ford Coppola had authentically replicated the sonorous inner psyche of an actual hitman before their first murder. All because they wanted to play around with the sound design and not have conventional music for the scene.

The world of movie-making, it seems, is sometimes a little too close to the horrifying truth.

-Article by Kieran Judge

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Shadow’s Love – Part 2 – Episode 1 – Reuniting by Jesse Orr

Wiping his hands disdainfully on the guard’s clothing, Lastor turned to Audrey. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him pleadingly. Lastor could almost hear her crying for him inside his head. He walked toward her slowly, his eyes penetrating her, staring deeply inside her soul.

He reached her and stopped. She was trembling. Slowly he raised a hand to caress her face, his fingers drinking in the touch of her skin. She tilted her head a little, still pleadingly staring at him, her eyes speaking a thousand words. As if in answer to her unspoken request, he leaned in and kissed her. 

Everything vanished – the years past, the hate, the chains, the cage, the dead and senseless bodies that littered the ground around them. Everything that had ever happened turned vapor and inconsequential. They were all there was, and they were all they needed. Their kiss was forever.

Until Lastor was brought back to reality by the sound of the council leader’s brat sobbing. Gurgling, really, was all he could manage. With an effort, Lastor broke away from Audrey and turned to the terrified brat who was scrabbling toward the stairs while still holding his injured chest and wheezing a fine red mist. Curious, Lastor crossed the room and put a hand on the brat’s sternum, feeling around none too gently. The brat wailed louder until Lastor silenced him with a backhand to the face and pressed an ear to the brat’s chest, listening. As the brat struggled to suck air, Lastor could hear a rushing and bubbling sound coming from his lungs. As he listened, the brat coughed, spewing blood into Lastor’s face.

Lastor beamed. “A splintered rib appears to have punctured your right lung! That can’t feel good. But you won’t have to feel it for much longer.” 

The brat tried to start sobbing again but could only gasp for air with tears rolling down his cheeks. Lastor stroked the brat’s face, tracing the intricate makeup lines the brat had drawn, speaking soothingly. “You are going to die, here and now. Before you go, though, there is something you need to know.”

Lastor brought his lips close to the brat’s ear and whispered, “You are not special. There is NOTHING about you that is special. If you had known that, you would not be here now. So you see-” 

Lastor slowly sliced a nail through the brat’s cheek, tearing it so deeply the brat’s fangs were visible through the cheek. Now the brat was trying to breathe while drowning in his own blood. 

“…this is all your fault.”

Gurgling. 

A convenient rock sat on the ground, close enough to reach. Lastor picked up the rock, bringing it close to the brat’s face and scraping it up and down against the fangs in his mouth. 

“You prize these so much, how would it feel to lose them? Which would sting more to you, the pain or the humiliation?” Lastor nearly crooned, bearing down with the rock as he spoke the words. The grinding sound was soft to his ears, but must have been deafening to the brat inside his own head. Screaming, blubbering, he tried desperately to pull away from Lastor and only succeeded in pressing harder against the stone wall. 

Lastor delivered a sharp blow to the brat’s left fang. The cracking sound raised the hair on Audrey’s neck, however she did not look away, nor did the vicious pleasure leave her eyes as Lastor performed the same service on the other fang before reaching in with both hands and twisting to and fro before ripping the brat’s fangs out between his wails of agony.

“Some vampire,” Lastor sneered, waving the fangs before the brat’s eyes.

“Lastor,” Audrey said softly, and his eyes snapped to her. He had almost forgotten the sound of her voice. In that moment, he was reminded again of everything she had ever meant to him, and everything he had lost. For the moment, he stared at her, unable to look away.

The brat groaned, struggling to move his head.  

In a savage rush, Lastor‘s fangs tore into the brat‘s throat, burrowing deep, only stopping their penetration upon scraping against the spine, just to be sure. He sucked the blood from the brat, feeling his life drain away, relishing the feeling of the brat’s vitality draining away. Eventually, it was gone, sweet as it was rising from the corpse, he went to Audrey and kissed her, fresh blood on his lips. She kissed back, hungrily licking the blood from his mouth, seeking strength. Finally, tearing away, he stared at her, eyes wild.

“Lastor…please…you have to take me,” Audrey said, her voice shaking, her mouth bloody, her tongue running back and forth across her lips, desperate to consume every last drop. “You can’t leave me here.”

“My darling, I never wanted to be here,” Lastor said, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to hers, willing himself to do what needed to be done. “But the reality is that I cannot take you with me now. You must stay here for a little longer.”

Audrey’s eyes filled with tears. “But you must…if you leave me…they’ll…” she broke down, weeping softly, her head hanging down between her pinioned arms.

Lastor took her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. “You must trust me, my love. I will come back to you.”  He took a breath and sighed, a pale finger caressing her face. “I will always come back to you.”

A teardrop slid slowly down her face, and she nodded. He kissed her once more and turned back to the staircase. He listened carefully for any voices alerted to the carnage in the basement. Miraculously, no one appeared to have heard it. He turned to look at Audrey, who managed a weak smile at him. Before he could falter, he turned away from her and crept up the stairs.

Horror Curated: 2 Places for Bloody, Haunting Teas

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tealocationAs some wise unknown soul once noted, “A cup of tea solves everything.”

It’s true, isn’t it? The moment you pour the elixir into your preferred cup or mug, “The spirit of the tea beverage is one of peace, comfort, and refinement,” as English author Arthur Gray so sagely stated.

Whatever’s going on at that moment—whether turbulent or untroubled—tea is an adaptogen of the soul. It provides healing, solace, reflection, or just a cherished moment of respite from our harried schedules.

And if you’re looking for creative, spooktacular blends, let’s check out two places you can find haunting teas.

The Haunted Tea Room and Halloween Emporium Las Vegas, Nevada

One thing important to note right off the bat is that the Haunted Tea Room and Halloween Emporium is not a sit-down café. However, you will find a variety of loose-leaf teas here, including gourmet varieties from Adagio teas. You’ll also find a plethora of ground coffees from flavored coffee crafters like Bones Coffee Company and the Coffee Shop of Horrors.

But it’s also a Halloween and Horror movie lover’s haven. They sell spooky products…Read more in Bloody Tea.

THE BIGFOOT FILES/Chapter Fifty-Five: The Hunt

The Hunt by Eirinn Cunningham is a Sasquatch novella about a group of deer hunters who encounter the cryptid in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Subtitled There’s Something Waiting in the Dark, The Hunt is Book 1 in a series titled Coral Pond. 

The main character, Drew Peters, is a former police officer on a deer hunt with seven other friends and acquaintances. Nothing out of the ordinary happens on this hunt until Drew’s friend Milton claims he killed a big buck that had disappeared when he returned to retrieve it the next morning. 

Drew thought, “What animal can take a deer carcass away leaving little to no trace?” 

He’ll find out soon enough as evidence starts to mount that the group is not alone. 

Dekker, who’s on the trip with his son Teddy, sees a flash of an unidentified creature in his rifle scope, not once but twice. A second deer carcass shot by a man named Casper disappears surrounded by huge tracks in the snow. Following the tracks, the hunters detect a smell like “rotten eggs and hot garbage mixed together.” 

Yes, the men are definitely in Sasquatch territory, but it takes a heavy log tossed from the woods to make the humans retreat to the main camp building. With one man seriously injured and another remaining at the camp to tend to his wound, the other six hunters develop an attack plan. 

“There’s only one of it and six of us,” said Casper. 

Famous last words, right? 

Dividing into two groups of three, the hunters head into the elements to battle the beast. The interactions among the men are realistic, and the climactic action scene is thrilling. 

Released in July 2022, The Hunt is a quick 61-page read with a twist at the end plus a promising sequel setup. With 200 reviews, the novella’s Amazon rating is a solid 4 out of 5 stars. The top reviews praise its fast-paced action and straightforward writing. There was only one review from the negative ratings, and that reader didn’t like the “to be continued” ending. 

I enjoyed The Hunt. It’s a no-frills creature feature, and the author knows enough about the subject to name-drop noted anthology professor and Bigfoot researcher Jeff Meldrum into his story. I look forward to the sequel.

NEXT UP: Chapter Fifty-Six: The Muck Hollow Monster. I review the 2022 novella by Harlan Graves.


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M3GAN: A Film Review by Megan Starrak

 

Horror writers and moviemakers have been creating dolls that have terrified fans for decades. From the clown doll with impossibly long arms in Poltergeist to Annabelle and Chucky the Good Guy doll, each has its place in horror movie history. However, these dolls all have one thing in common, possession. Evil spirits wanting to cause as much chaos and carnage as possible possessed each toy. 

But now there’s a new doll in town, and she’s a different level of evil. I’m talking about M3GAN. She is unlike anything horror fans have seen before. She has a friendly face and long blonde hair that is perfectly blown out. Her neutral-colored dress conveys neither friendly nor antagonistic tendencies, and the pussy bow around her neck is a throwback to the 19th century as a subtly feminist piece of clothing. Her makers made her a companion to the children they are paired with. Unfortunately, they also built M3GAN with the ability to learn from her surroundings, and this is where the trouble begins.

M3GAN plays on a common fear of computers becoming self-aware and deciding their makers aren’t worth the trouble of keeping around. This dreaded self-awareness happens in the film as M3GAN learns more about the world around her. She develops a vengeful streak in protecting Cady, the girl with whom she is paired. I won’t give too much away, but there’s a particularly cringe-worthy scene involving a bully filmed in a way I have never seen before. 

Once Cady’s aunt Gemma, also M3GAN’s creator, realizes something’s wrong with the doll, it is too late. And that sets the stage for the inevitable confrontation at the end of the film. The showdown involves Cady and Gemma working together to defeat the now deranged and murderous doll. Regardless of the ending, a second M3GAN film has already been announced, and my imagination is already spinning. Could we see a whole production line of M3GAN being unleashed across the globe to bring anarchy? Whatever happens, you know they will look stylish doing it. 

 

Horror Curated: Books in Review

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Queen of Teeth
by Hailey Piper
Rooster Republic, LLC

In the near future, Alpha Beta Pharmaceuticals (ABP) accidentally unleashes the 00 virus. The virus has varied effects, but in some cases it causes multiple children to be conceived. Then, one zygote consumes the others before birth. These are Chimeras and one-half of their genetic code is the property of ABP. ABP monitors them closely, waiting for the time when one part of the genetic code violently attacks the other, tearing the Chimera apart.

Yaya is one such Chimera, but rather than her body destroying itself, it grows a new consciousness—and teeth. The vagina dentata transforms Yaya’s body and forces her to go on the run to avoid becoming an ABP lab rat. Meanwhile, Magenta, her new “self” is becoming hungry.

Queen of Teeth balances tension-filled action with tender moments of reflection and interpersonal growth. Artfully concealed plot pieces dropped at the beginning return again in a satisfying manner, like a camouflaged Chekov’s Gun. Piper seamlessly blends elements of Science Fiction, Horror, and Romance, creating a multifaceted story that never lets up.

Piper’s writing is a solid foundation for a fantastic story. She doesn’t fall into too much exposition, despite a complex world. Her dialogue is light and snappy. There are moments of poetic description, but her best writing is really saved for the scenes of action and body Horror. Be warned, the descriptions are graphic and disturbing, so if you are squeamish, you may want to steer clear.

Overall, Queen of Teeth is an incredible debut novel from Hailey Piper, and well-deserving of its Bram Stoker award (Superior Achievement in a First Novel). If you like body Horror, tragic romance, and political commentary in your reads, this is the book for you… Read more in Bloody Tea.

Horror Curated: Music in Review

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Dakini
Lisa Hammer

Former Requiem In White/Mors Syphilitica vocalist, Lisa Hammer, has a new album out titled Dakini, which the artist’s website describes as “Medieval songs, Indian Ragas, Appalachian Folk Music, Middle-Eastern Drones, and Opera.” Dakini is a re-release of Hammer’s classic album with some previously unreleased tracks that will attract fans of atmospheric music such as Enya and Dead Can Dance. The pieces on this album are appropriate for accompanying your rituals or to fill the spaces between light and dark. Hammer’s clear and pleasant voice will carry you away on a mystical journey of the senses. With Latin, Indian, and Celtic influences, Hammer’s album will appeal to those looking for soothing sounds on a cold evening night by the fire. Standout tracks include “In Taberna Quando Summus” and “Kyrie Orbis Facto,” which will stay with the listener long after. Hammer writes soundtrack music for film, theatre, and TV, and sings as a guest artist with the Brooklyn psychedelic musical project: Fashion Bird Danger Danger. She is currently writing and recording the next Radiana album and a second solo album to be released by The Circle Music. Lisa is also an award-winning filmmaker, currently working on several projects. Horror Addicts who enjoy artists like Valentine Wolfe will enjoy Hammer’s work. Pick up Dakini and be bathed in Hammer’s sensual and enticing world. Dare I say the album would make a great soundtrack for a Bloody Tea… Read more in Bloody Tea.

Historian of Horror : Our House is a Very Very Very Vile House…

 

In 1939, a couple of Weird Tales regulars and H.P. Lovecraft acolytes founded Arkham House, a publishing company initially dedicated to putting Lovecraft’s works out in hardback form. August Derleth (1909-1971) and Donald Wandrei (1908-1987) named their endeavor after the fictional village in Massachusetts in which Lovecraft had set a number of his yarns. 

By 1944, while Wandrei was off defeating fascism with General George S. Patton’s Third Army as it marched across Europe towards Nazi Germany, Arkham House had been busily putting out novels and story collections by various well-known horror and fantasy authors, in addition to their Lovecraft volumes. Legendary genre writers like Evangeline Walton, J. Sheridan le Fanu and Algernon Blackwood appeared under the Arkham imprint, as well as numerous Weird Tales alumni including Derleth and Wandrei themselves.  

In 1948, Derleth reckoned it was time to start up a quarterly magazine to showcase the company’s talent and preview upcoming publications. The Arkham Sampler ran for two volumes of four issues each over the next two years. Each edition was 100 pages plus cardboard covers, except for the last one which had 124 pages. The front covers were all similar, with a few of the features listed in a box under the title. The first volume had new publication notices on the back cover, with the inside front and back blank. Volume Two moved the coming attractions on the inside back cover with the company colophon on the back.

The Volume One issues were dated Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn of 1948. Lovecraft’s novella “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath”, first published in the 1943 Arkham House collection, Beyond the Wall of Sleep, was serialized in all four issues. They also included stories and poems by several prominent horror and fantasy authors, both contemporary and from days that were, at the time, gone by. These included Robert Bloch, H. Russell Wakefield, Lord Dunsany, and Victorian-era spook-mistress Charlotte Riddell. There were non-fiction pieces on Lovecraft, the Cthulhu Mythos, and horror fiction in general, along with book reviews and letters from fans. Leah Bodine Drake, a frequent contributor to Weird Tales, had poems in all four issues of Volume One and two of Volume Two, as well as the occasional book review. Clark Ashton Smith had poems in all eight editions. Each issue concluded with an editorial that discussed, among other things, company news. 

The second volume was also dated for each season, this time for 1949. As in Volume One, each issue contained one long piece, although not another Lovecraft serial. The first issue’s lengthy work was a collective effort by Forrest J. Ackerman, Theodore Sturgeon, A.E. Van Vogt, and others to enumerate a basic science-fiction library. It was followed by Ray Bradbury’s first of three appearances in the magazine, and then the usual features with a Derleth poem and stories by Van Vogt and John Harris Beynon, AKA John Wyndham, slipped into the mix.

The second issue leads off with a longish Clark Ashton Smith yarn. No Bradbury this time, but Beynon, Derleth and E. Hoffman Price filled in on behalf of the fictioneers. 

The third issue’s long piece is the first part of the 1741 novel Journey to the World Underground by Baroque-period Danish-Norwegian author Ludwig Holberg, credited as Lewis Holberg. Bradbury is back, along with tales by Jules Verne and the unfairly-neglected-in-these-latter-days David H. Keller. Holberg’s novel finishes in the final edition, accompanied by Bradbury and Wakefield, along with Stephen Grendon’s fourth appearance in the periodical. Grendon was in reality one of Derleth’s noms-de-plume, so he represented himself well in his own publication. The perquisites of ownership, indeed.

The Arkham Sampler was succeeded in 1967 by The Arkham Collector, which ran for ten issues before it was suspended upon Derleth’s death in 1971. I’ve only ever seen the fifth issue from the Summer of 1969, which was thirty-two pages of more or less the same mix as in the earlier incarnation. According to the Internet Speculative Fiction Database, the page counts ranged from twenty-four to forty-eight. The entire set of The Arkham Collector was published by Arkham House in a limited edition hardback in 1971.

 

We have une lagniappe this time out to honor the passing of the last of the Universal Monsters. Ricou Browning, who played the Creature from the Black Lagoon in the underwater sequences in all three of the Gill Man films from 1954 to 1956, succumbed on February 27th, 2023, at the age of Ninety-Three. In his memory, next time we’ll take a loving look at everyone’s favorite fishy fellow in all his various incarnations, in “The Lives and Death of Blackie LaGoon”. Until then, oh my dear haunters of historical horrors, I bid you all be afraid…

Be very afraid.

Horror Curated: Bloody Home Goods Maker, Sinister D.

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darrinDarrin Bardin has been making Horror housewares for about two years. While holding an array of day-jobs that gave little room for creativity, Darrin decided to start sewing. “These projects keep me busy and focused on fun things to make.” He created D’s Sinister Sewing 666 and sells his wares at Horror con vending booths around the Bay Area.

Inspired by his interest for all things horror, he loves to hang out with like-minded horror addicts and is part of the crew that puts together the bi-annual Sinister Creature Con in Sacramento.

Working on these fun creations from home, he’s surrounded by his animals and gothic house decor. He makes everything from things for your home like bedding, potholders, bowl cozies, scrubs, oven mitts, placemats, and aprons, to wearable items like clutch bags, totes, purses, and dog clothes. New items are always popping into his head and he goes where his imagination takes him.

As a DIY sewer, I asked him what his hardest creation was. “I have not found a hard item yet. I’ve learned you only have to be patient with it all,” Darrin says. While he’s still learning, he enjoys that aspect of creating and welcomes the challenge.

“I love and see beauty in ugly and small things. I’m inspired by the works of Clive Barker and George Romero, and adore special FX and gore.” Read more in Bloody Tea.

Loftus Hall: The Devil Goes to Ireland By Megan Starrak 

 

In the Southeast region of Ireland lies the Hook Peninsula. And there, towering above rolling green fields, sits the imposing Loftus Hall. The Redmond family built the immense stone structure in 1350. In the ensuing 670-plus years, one event occurred that led to it becoming one of the world’s most haunted houses. 

According to legend, it all began one dark and stormy night in 1775. The homeowners, including Sir Charles Tottenham and his daughter Anne, were interrupted by a knock at their door. Upon answering it, a young man informed them his ship had sought shelter from the storm and he was looking for lodging. During those times, it was common for sailors to turn up at Loftus Hall during inclement weather, so Sir Charles welcomed the young man into his home. 

Upon laying eyes on the visitor, Anne became infatuated with him, and the two spent several hours together talking and playing cards. However, it was while they were playing cards that things turned terrifying. Anne accidentally dropped a card, and when she bent to pick it up, she noticed that the young man’s feet were cloven hooves. Anne began screaming and saying that that the Devil himself was there. Once his identity was revealed, the man is said to have become consumed by a giant ball of fire, shot upward through the roof, and flew away. 

Seeing this had a disastrous effect on Anne, who lost her mind. Her family locked her away in the home’s tapestry room. According to the story, she sat in that room waiting for the stranger to return. She stayed in that room for 11 years before she died. But it is believed that she wasn’t always alone. Almost a century later, the house underwent renovations, and during this, workers discovered the mummified remains of a baby hidden in the room’s walls. Was it the child of Anne and the mysterious stranger? That’s what many believe, anyway. What is known for sure is that after Anne died, the stories of ghosts and hauntings began. Some claims regarding the haunting include visitors being physically pushed, the sounds of a woman whimpering, and a baby crying.

In 2011, the house was purchased by Shane and Aiden Quigley. Using the infamous rumors of the house, they started giving ghost tours and allowing ghosthunters to investigate overnight. They hoped to use these ventures’ proceeds to renovate the property further. But the costs, including an estimated $400,000 to replace the 97 windows, forced the Quigleys to sell the home in 2020.

So, what does the future hold for one of the most haunted houses in the world? According to one source, the new owners plan to turn the house into a luxury hotel. The goal of the project is to bring an influx of tourism to the area. So, if given the chance, would you stay at Loftus Hall? I know I would.