DOPPLEGANGER TELEKINESIS HORROR: ‘The Other One’ by Jerryl L. Keane
In a few minutes I shall have to call the police, but I know that they will not believe me. –THE OTHER ONE
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OZZY OSBOURNE DEDICATION: ‘King of Darkness’ by Dweller of the Dark
Bark at the Moon, scream as a madman,
Five decades have past golden father of the dark,
Voice pure fire, pure blues in metal desire,
Spilled your sins as easily as blood on black altar,
Kept it real growing the red army to stay,
Kept them hypocrites screamin’ the Devil’s at play.
–KING OF DARKNESS
OZZY OSBOURNE TRIBUTE: ‘Song of the Vampire Bats’ by Dweller of the Dark
Bats flying, flying in eternal night,
From the river to the cave,
To wheel against the twilight,
Singing songs of the witch’s slave,
Red eyes–blood red–screams in the night!
–SONG OF THE VAMPIRE BATS
ROCK CELESTIAL FANTASY: ‘Purple Immortal’ by Dweller of the Dark
Ancient purple eyes see and comprehend,
Countless fires carved across your cosmic plains,
Whisper to me, tell me all that I have sought for in vain,
Before my mortal quest has come to an eternal end.
Let me see, let me feel the Universe at my eternal end!
–PURPLE IMMORTAL
NEW ALBUM RELEASE: JACKALS!!!!!!
JACKALS forgotten to the sands of time!!
SKELETON HORROR: ‘The Ninth Skeleton’ by Clark Ashton Smith
A horror that was more than horror, a fear that was beyond fear, petrified all my faculties and I felt as if I was weighted down by some ineluctable and insupportable burden of nightmare. –Clark Ashton Smith (The Ninth Skeleton)
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)
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–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)
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?)
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)
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