HALLOWEEN SLASHER HORROR: 🔪Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper🔪 by Robert Bloch 🩸🩸🩸🩸
‘Forget the John. Just call me, Jack.’—Robert Bloch (Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper)
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VAMPIRE PAN HORROR: ‘The End of the Story’ by Clark Ashton Smith
‘Foul vampire! accursed lamia! she-serpent of hell!’ thundered the abbot suddenly, as he crossed the threshold of the room, raising the aspergillus aloft. At the same moment, Nycea glided from the couch, with an unbelievable swiftness of motion, and vanished through an outer door that gave upon the forest of laurels.’ –Clark Ashton Smith (The End of the Story)
WITCH CAT HORROR: ‘The Cats of Belle Rouge’ by Jeffrey LeBlanc
“Yes, they had horns and other changes to them.” The whole crowd went deathly silent. No one dared say a word after hearing about the Claunes having horns. To ease everyone, “It might have been in-breeding folks. Not the supernatural stuff all of you have on your minds.” –Jeffrey LeBlanc (The Cats of Belle Rouge)
GREATEST SEA HORROR: ‘A Descent into the Maelstrom’ by Edgar Allan Poe
‘Our first slide into the abyss itself, from the belt of foam above, had carried us a great distance down the slope; but our farther descent was by no means proportionate.’
–Edgar Allan Poe (A Descent into the Maelstrom)
PAN HORROR: The Great God Pan (August 3rd, 2024) #DavidBowie #music #horror #shorts #horrorstories
Peer into Pan’s dark abyss
Madness in a frightful kiss
Eyes that burn like fire’s blaze
Lost within his wicked maze
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (Where the Shadows Dwell)
BIGFOOT BALLAD: ‘Bigfoot Leave Me Alone Blues’ by Jeffrey LeBlanc
Ohhhh Bigfoot leave me alone
Thunder shakes my bones
Woods have whispers so cold
Mountains echo stories untold
— Jeffrey LeBlanc
(Bigfoot Leave Me Alone Blues)
Robert E Howard’s ‘Rattle of Bones’ (A Solomon Kane Tale) Featuring ‘Witch Child’
‘Black shadows wavered on the walls as the two followed their silent host down a long, dark hall. The stocky, broad body of their guide seemed to grow and expand in the light of the small candle which he carried, throwing a long, grim shadow behind him. At a certain door he halted, indicating that they were to sleep there. –Robert E. Howard (Rattle of Bones)
PIRATE HORROR: Robert E. Howard Pirate Poems (Featuring ‘Tides of Eternity’)
I’ve broken the laws of man and God,
I’ve flung my gauntlet forth to the world.
I’ve turned from the ways that in youth I trod–
Yonder the Skull Flag flies unfurled.
–Robert E. Howard (A Buccaneer Speaks)
DONALD TRUMP SPECIAL DEDICATION: ‘Ever-Burning Light’ by Jeffrey LeBlanc
Fight! Fight! Fight!
–Donald J. Trump
July 13, 2024
RIPPER HORROR FAVORITE: ‘My Sweet New Orleans Lady’ From ‘A Bloody Good time in the French Quarter’
More horror to be released by the next blood moon!!!
WITCH HORROR BALLAD: ‘Witchfire Burns on Belle Rouge’ (Inspiration for ‘The Cats of Belle Rouge’)
Oh witchfire burn take this pain away
Lost in the swamp where shadows sway
My love gone where night holds sway
Dreams and nightmares blend to gray
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (Witchfire Burns on Belle Rouge)
Vampire Ballad: Jeffrey LeBlanc’s ‘Cajun Moonlight Tears’ for ‘One Scotch, One Bourbon, & One Beer’
One drink one dance under skies
One bourbon one night no disguise
One scotch one tear that falls near
Raise your glass one last cheer –Jeffrey LeBlanc (Cajun Moonlight Tears)
HAUNTING DEATH HORROR: Algernon Blackwood’s ‘The Dance of Death’
He felt the cool air of the open sky on his cheeks,
and when he looked down, as they cleared the summit
of the dark-lying hills, he saw that Issidy had melted
away into himself and they had become one being.
And he knew then that his heart would never pain
him again on earth, or cause him to fear for any of his
beloved dreams. –Algernon Blackwood (The Dance of Death)
Robert E. Howard ‘Witchfire’: A Fiery Collection
And waving in a dusky dragon light
Great moths whose wings unholy tapers char.
Red memory on memory, tier on tier, Builds up a tower, time and space to span;
Through world on world I rise, and sphere on sphere,
To star-shot gulfs of lunacy and fear— Black screaming ages never dreamed by man.’
–Robert E. Howard (Babel)
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gaz’d and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes So kiss’d to sleep.
And there we slumber’d on the moss,
And there I dream’d, ah woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dream’d On the cold hill side.’ –John Keats (La Belle Dame Sans Merci)
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