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WITCHCRAFT SPELLS: ‘Ornaments in Jade–The Ceremony’ by Arthur Machen
From her childhood, from those early and misty days which began to seem unreal, she recollected the grey stone in the wood.–Arthur Machen (The Ceremony)
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HORROR MAYHEM: ‘To Be read At Dusk’ by Charles Dickens
‘No. The face of a dark, remarkable-looking man, in black, with black hair and a grey moustache – a handsome man except for a reserved and secret air. Not a face she ever saw, or at all like a face she ever saw. Doing nothing in the dream but looking at her fixedly, out of darkness.’–CHARLES DICKENS (To Be Read At Dusk)
WITCHCRAFT SPELLS: ‘Ornaments in Jade–Witchcraft’ by Arthur Machen
“I be as much ashamed as you be, I think,” said Mrs. Wise, and she leered at the pretty, shy-faced girl. Their eyes met and their eyes laughed at one another. –Arthur Machen (Witchcraft)
WITCHCRAFT SPELLS: ‘Ornaments in Jade–The Idealist’ by Arthur Machen
The evening was damp and chilly, but the sweat streamed down his face. He struck a match, and there was a strange momentary vision of the vast room, almost empty of furniture, a hollow space bordered by grave walls and the white glimmer of the corniced ceiling.–Arthur Machen (The Idealist)
WITCHCRAFT SPELLS: ‘Ornaments in Jade–The Turanians’ by Arthur Machen
hey were people of curious aspect, short and squat, high-cheekboned, with dingy yellow skin and long almond eyes; only in one or two of the younger men there was a suggestion of a wild, almost faunlike grace, as of creatures who always moved between the red fire and the green leaf. –Arthur Machen (The Turanians)
ORNAMENTS IN JADE: The Rose Garden by Arthur Machen
“How say ye that I was lost? I wandered among roses.
Can he go astray that enters the rose garden?
The Lover in the house of the Beloved is not forlorn.
I wandered among roses. How say ye that I was lost?”
–ARTHUR MACHEN (Ornaments in Jade: The Rose Garden)
KING OF THE GARGOYLES (ALBUM) UNLEASHED!!!!
KING OF THE GARGOYLE album is roaring away!!!
RARE HORROR: ‘The Bogy Man Will Get You’ by Robert Bloch
‘He was so different from other men’.
—Robert Bloch
GHOST PREMONITION HORROR: ‘A Diagnosis of Death’ by Ambrose Bierce
Some of you—only a few, I confess—believe in the immortality of the soul, and in apparitions which you have not the honesty to call ghosts. –Ambrose Bierce (A Diagnosis of Death)
GHOST MADNESS: ‘What Is It?’ by Charles M. Morrison
It is a nameless thing that I fear. –Charles M. Morrison (What Is It?)
VALENTINE DAY’S NEW ROCK RELEASE: ‘Valentine Eternal’ by Dweller of the Dark
Your loving eyes, your tender aspect collide with mine,
Quenched in the blast of desirous flame–tender light.
Celestial heaven dares to deny,
Of darkened shade the more,
Of golden ray the less,
Forever Valentine feel our happiness!
–Valentine Eternal
WINTER HORROR: ‘To Build A Fire’ by Jack London
“The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man’s frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man’s place in the universe.”
― Jack London (To Build a Fire)
CHRISTMAS GHOST MASTERPIECE: ‘A Christmas Carol–FULL NARRATION’ by Charles Dickens
The chuckle with which he said this, and the chuckle with which he paid for the Turkey, and the chuckle with which he paid for the cab, and the chuckle with which he recompensed the boy, were only to be exceeded by the chuckle with which he sat down breathless in his chair again, and chuckled till he cried. —Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)
CHRISTMAS GHOST MASTERPIECE: ‘A Christmas Carol–STAVE FOUR’ by Charles Dickens
Oh cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command: for this is thy dominion! But of the loved, revered, and honoured head, thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes, or make one feature odious. It is not that the hand is heavy and will fall down when released; it is not that the heart and pulse are still; but that the hand was open, generous, and true; the heart brave, warm, and tender; and the pulse a man’s. Strike, Shadow, strike! And see his good deeds springing from the wound, to sow the world with life immortal! –Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)
CHRISTMAS SPIDER HORROR: ‘The Weaver in the Vault’ by Clark Ashton Smith
‘Now the web had filled the entire tomb. It ran and glistened with a hundred changing hues, it dripped with glories drawn from the spectrum of dissolution. It bloomed with ghostly blossoms, and foliages that grew and faded as if by necromancy. The eyes of Grotara were blinded; more and more he was meshed in the weird web. Unearthly, chill as the fingers of death, its gossamers clung and quivered upon his face and hands.’ –Clark Ashton Smith (The Weaver in the Vault)
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