HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION Day 8: ‘The Pool of the Stone God’ by Abraham Merritt
HALLOWEEN ALL THE TIME roaring away!!!!
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HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION Day 6: ‘Hallowe’en’ & ‘Tam o’ Shanter’ by Robert Burns
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the route is ta’en,
Beneath the moon’s pale beams;
There, up the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams
To sport that night.
–Robert Burns (Hallowe’en)
HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION Day 4: ‘The Song of the Bats’ & ‘The Fear That Follows’ by Robert E. Howard
Bats flying! Flying!
In eternal night
From the river to the cave to wheel in the twilight.
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (Song of the Vampire Bats)
HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION DAY 3: ‘Shadows’ by Frank Owens
The blackness yawned up the stairs….
HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION Day 02: Lovecraft Halloween Poems
A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
–H.P. Lovecraft (Halloween in a Suburb)
HALLOWEEN HORROR: ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ by Edgar Allan Poe
‘HALLOWEEN ALL THE TIME’ releasing September 30th!!!!
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)
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)
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)
Psychic Brain Eating Vampires: ‘The Thought Monster’ by Amelia Reynolds Long
‘There were no marks of violence on the body; only that expression of horrific revulsion at unspeakable things.’ –(Amelia Reynolds Long)
SEA HORROR: ‘The Black Kiss’ (Haunting Introduction–‘Siren’s Soul’) by Henry Kuttner & Robert Bloch
As he clambered over the rocks he was suddenly conscious of a strange sensation, as though keen eyes were focused upon him — eyes that watched and warned! Vaguely in his mind rose up the gaunt face of his uncle, Michael Leigh, the deep-set eyes glowing. But swiftly this was gone, and he found himself before a deeper niche of blackness in the cliff face. Into it he knew he must go.–robert Bloch & Henry Kuttner (The Black Kiss)
HORROR OOZING MASTERPIECE: ‘Slime’ by Jospeh Payne Brennan
‘It was a great gray-black hood of horror moving over the floor of the sea. It slid through the soft ooze like a monstrous mantle of slime obscenely animated with questing life.’ –Joseph Payne Brennan (Slime)
IMMORTAL HORROR: ‘For the Love of a Phantom PROLOGUE’ by Jeffrey LeBlanc
I cast a glance and resigned to dive in anyway. I thought,
‘It’s better to face those teeth or any of the creatures slithering out there in the smoke and abysmal waters of the bayou, than to be burned alive.’
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (For the Love of a Phantom)
VAMPIRE HORROR RARE CLASSIC: ‘The Bat is My Brother’ by Robert Bloch
“I am a vampire,”said the stranger.
Madness. I turned to flee, but the voice pursued me.
“Yes, I am a vampire,” he said. “And…so are you!”
–Robert Bloch (The Bat Is My Brother)
SATANIC HORROR: ‘Return to the Sabbath’ by Robert Bloch
‘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)
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