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)
‘Forget the John. Just call me, Jack.’—Robert Bloch (Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper)
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)
‘It’s not the kind of story that the columnists like to print; it’s not the yarn press-agents love to tell. When I was still in the Public Relations Department at the studio, they wouldn’t let me break it. I knew better than to try, for no paper would print such a tale. We publicity men must present Hollywood as a gay place; a world of glamor and star-dust. We capture only the light, but underneath the light there must always be shadows. I’ve always known that—it’s been my job to gloss over those shadows for years—but the events of which I speak from a disturbing pattern too strange to be withheld. The shadow of these incidents is not human.’
—Robert Bloch (Return to the Sabbath)
“John you heard that fucking maniac. He said ‘I’m no man, Sheriff Hughes, as you might have suspected. I’m a cursed dog destined to screw up and kill everything that ever loved me or would love me.” I rubbed my left temple and paused looking at the blood—Two Horse’s blood—dried on my hand. “I wonder if all these things Two Horse believes in—evil spirits, black magic, skinwalkers, and of course demons, could be worse than him?”–Thomas Swafford (Skinwalker-CHAPTER 3)
#vampire #Ghost #youtube #books #horrorstories #youtube #horrorstory #booktube #horrorshorts #horrorstories #pirates #flowers ‘She was wild, almost savage, with her great dark eyes boring into him. Her skin was white, smooth as alabaster. Her hair was jet black; and a waving coil of it, like a broken cobweb of pitch strings, framed her face. Grotesque hoops […]
#weirdtales #werewolf #horrorstories #books #icehorror#manlywadewellman #witchcraft #booktube #horrorstory #youtube #winter #horrorstories #death #cold #necronomicon #horrorstory #horrorshorts #appalachians “How could they know the frenzy, the throttling rage and the blood-thirst that closed over me like water in my locked room—every month, on the night when the moon was full?” —Manly Wade Wellman (The Werewolf Snarls) https://youtube.com/@dwellerofthedark?sub_confirmation=1 […]
#halloween #sea #love #horrorstories #witch #witchcraft #werewolf #books #booktube On winter nights, island folk whisper, when the waves roar and the oaks sway in the winds, The coppery moon heaves as a haunted galleon upon golden waves to roam, The beach trail weaves as a moonlit strand over the skull-white dunes, And the Sea Witch […]
#halloween #horrorstories #booktube #horrorstory #authortube #robot #clarkashtonsmith #weirdtales #necromancer #giant #giants #books #halloween2023 ‘Back and forth, in an irregular, drunken, zigzag course, from end to end and side to side of the harried realm, the giant strode without pause, like an energumen possessed by some implacable fiend of mischief and murder, leaving behind him, as […]
#witch #tamoshanter #horrorstories #witchesofinstagram #scotland #witches #witchcraft #horrorstories #horrorstory #booktube #halloween #authortube #robertburns #horrorauthor ‘Among the bonny winding banks, Where Doon rins, wimplin’ clear, Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks, And shook his Carrick spear, Some merry, friendly, country-folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, and pou their stocks, And haud their Halloween […]
#cimmerianseptember #robertehoward #booktube #conan #horrortale #horrorstories #horrorshorts #horrorstory #conanthebarbarian #barbarian It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun, With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds, And the dark woodlands brooding over all, Not even lightened by the rare dim sun Which made squat […]
‘Trite and grotesque the plot of the film may have been, but the actor who played the lead had instilled it with ghastly reality. He had been dead; his eyes knew. And the voice was the voice of Lazarus awakened.’–Robert Bloch (Return to the Sabbath)
“Ah! little ken’d thy reverend grannie,
That sark she coft for her wee Nannie,
Wi’ twa pund Scots (’twas a’ her riches),
Wad ever grac’d a dance of witches!”
— Robert Burns (Tam O’ Shanter)
“Rip and claw flesh and hair,
Gnaw the bones, lap the blood without care,
Moonlight in the cold dark gloom,
Illuminates the black stones of tombs,
Down in the hollow, night winds howl,
Stalk bestial in darkness with the owl,—Jeffrey LeBlanc (Cry of the Werewolf)
“The man repeated the names slowly and distinctly, as if to fix them in the memories of his audience, every member of which was now attentively observing him, but with a slackened apprehension regarding his possible companions somewhere in the darkness that seemed to enclose us like a black wall; in the manner of this volunteer historian was no suggestion of an unfriendly purpose.”—Ambrose Bierce (The Stranger)
“Her voice was the voice that women have,
Who plead for their heart’s desire.
She came—she came—and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.”–Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (The Witch)