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written by Gothic Net
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written by Amelia G
Gothic.net and Blue Blood would like to bring you all the opportunity to win a screening of the Rob Zombie re-imagining of one of the original gangsters of slasher flicks, Halloween. The grand prize is a screening of the film for the winner and twenty of their most intimate friends, as well as a Rob Zombie grab bag including a limited edition T-shirt, CD's, the Devil's Rejects DVD, and the House of 1000 Corpses DVD. Four runners up will also win their own grab bags.
You know how sometimes you and your friends like to smear yourselves with vanilla-flavored corn syrup with a lot of red food coloring in it and take pictures? Well, if you are familiar with the Halloween series, go ahead, bust out those mask and knife collectibles, and take the most Halloween iconic shots you can and submit them over at the Rob Zombie's Halloween Contest site to win.
Fine print: real murders void eligibility to participate.
written by Brian Parsley
Four months after seeing “Penny Dreadful,” I have decided to theme my next Halloween party around this movie. All I need to do is get an old BMW, wedge it inbetween two trees in my back yard, and let my friends take turns crawling inside to be the Penny character, with perhaps the rest of the party guests skulking around outside to terrorize the victim within. Just add beer, maybe some skewers with some raw meat, and that’s a hell of a party.
“Penny Dreadful” was shown in limited release in theaters last November... More...
written by M. Christian
Be cautioned: this month’s expedition into the odd and the unusual has a certain ... well, shall we say Miskatonic atmosphere-- a shuffling, looming presence that waits just on the edge of our safe domain to ravish our bodies as well as our very souls. More...
written by M. Christian
I can understand it ... a bit. The same way you can look at the strangest, the most twisted aspects of human nature and often squeeze yourself into it -- at least enough to get a passing glance at empathy. Blood sports? Sure, a powerful ritual of personal sacrifice, playing on the edge. Cults (i.e. religious mania)? I can see that, the sense of absolute belonging, of being certain in an uncertain world. Eccentrism? Okay, wouldn’t it be delightful to be so into your own brilliant mental landscape that a lot of ridiculous self-consciousness just gets put aside. More...
written by Thomas Roche
My friend Mike seems to know a thing or two about astrology. He's not a New Age freak or anything, just a casual sort of weekend occultist. He told me there was a hardcore Mercury Retrogrades in December, and if I had any hopes for being productive I should just ditch them right now and save everyone a lot of trouble. More...
written by M. Christian
It’s coming. If you close your eyes you can hear it: a soft skittering, hovering at the edge of awareness. The sound of rustling leaves, of gravel, of soil being inexorably pushed aside. The crackling of lumber being crushed; the sharp chimes of metal being deforming by a steady, unstoppable force. More...
written by M. Christian
History has not been kind to them. If you can even find references to their Brotherhood it’s usually shaded with Christian hysteria, whispered tales loaded with the usual Catholic shockers of Satanism, sacrifice, the black mass, rituals -- you name it. They say that the winners write the history books -- well, I consider it a bad sign that it takes a lot of digging to uncover the truth: while they haven’t won they certainly have a good enough foothold to pretty badly taint the memory of the Amorous Knights of Wycombe. More...
written by M. Christian
Many ghosts haunt the stage. Aside from the specters of the greats (Barrymore, Bernhardt, etc.), whole genres wait in the wings for a chance at resurrection: the farce, Grand Guignol, the drawing room mystery, live radio, and many other flamboyant choruses of departed productions. More...
written by M. Christian
Trumpeting -- though no one alive can hear her; thundering down the shimmering vanishing point of the old steel rails -- though no one living can feel her massing footfalls; her massive ectoplasmic essence prowls the afterlife tundra of the railway yards -- maybe she tries to pull the living, so inaccessible, weeds that struggle through the creosote stained ties, between the fissures of cracked concrete; maybe she tries to bathe in the town reservoir, though the water flows through her ghostly form. More...