When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
contagion to this world."
~William Shakespeare
And you swallow if you're able, on a storyteller's night
From the poorhouse, chimes indifferent, seven towers, seven sisters
Every black heart walks the distance, on a storyteller's night
Try to sleep on your pillow and dream
Sleep, all God's children to keep
Though we all lose track of time
Disappears like faded lines"
~ Magnum/"On a Storytellers Night"
"To sleep, perchance to scream . . ."
n this hallows eve of samhain, where children go out and about under the glow
of moody lights, a full moon smiling above and suburban lawns decorated with
pumpkin and tombstones. Porches decked with webs and creepy things.
Comes their time to live fantasy and scary, to face fears and huddle behind friends and family, to reach the
top of the stairs in apprehension, just to reach-in and grab the tasty morsel that may cause tummy aches
when too much is eaten. It happens only once a year to frolic with neighbors hiding behind strange masks.
With anticipation at home to sort their treasures, and for storytime in their solitary bed.
But first searching wide eyed in the closet and a sneak peek under the bed, before they close for sleep,
before the night of Trick or Treats (you choose wisely for more treats). The nightmares may come, but
tempered with happy memories past, with a premonition of meeting ghouls and goblins, witches with
funny noses, bigger "kids" scaring adult and child alike. You smile and laugh at all around you, it's such a
strange sight. The ghosts made of bedsheets holding hands and bags for a nights bounty, and monsters
walking among us and within the mind. Creating creaks from the stairs, down the hall howling, or in the
glow of the tv watching scary movies with friends, enjoying cupcakes, punch and dinners in funny shapes.
With treats and tricks played in fun games. Now dancing about their heads with slumber beginning to pull
the shades of eyelids . . .
All a memory now with a smile in deep sleep, with the autumn wind softly blowing through the window,
beginning its leaves to turn . . . yet clutching the teddy bear for comfort, and a blanket for a shield from the
unknown. Sleep gently little one, safe from closets cracked open and more than just toys under the bed.
Your teddy with toy sword will protect all that reach for toes, in this night of hallows.
A happy story . . .
Stranger eons death may die
Drain you of your sanity
Face the thing that should not be!"
- Metallica
The Nameless City
By H. P. Lovecraft
Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks, so that all the tribes shun it without wholly knowing why. It was of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad poet dreamed on the night before he sang his unexplainable couplet:
And with strange aeons even death may die.”
By H. P. Lovecraft
(Francis Wayland Thurston, of Boston)
—Algernon Blackwood.
The Horror in Clay.
Theosophists have guessed at the awesome grandeur of the cosmic cycle wherein our world and human race form transient incidents. They have hinted at strange survivals in terms which would freeze the blood if not masked by a bland optimism. But it is not from them that there came the single glimpse of forbidden aeons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separated things—in this case an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly, if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a chain. I think that the professor, too, intended to keep silent regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his notes had not sudden death seized him.
My knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 1926–27 with the death of my grand-uncle George Gammell Angell, Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages in Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island. Professor Angell was widely known as an authority on ancient inscriptions, and had frequently been resorted to by the heads of prominent museums; so that his passing at the age of ninety-two may be recalled by many. Locally, interest was intensified by the obscurity of the cause of death. The professor had been stricken whilst returning from the Newport boat; falling suddenly, as witnesses said, after having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased’s home in Williams Street. Physicians were unable to find any visible disorder, but concluded after perplexed debate that some obscure lesion of the heart, induced by the brisk ascent of so steep a hill by so elderly a man, was responsible for the end. At the time I saw no reason to dissent from this dictum, but latterly I am inclined to wonder—and more than wonder.
As my grand-uncle’s heir and executor, for he died a childless widower, I was expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose moved his entire set of files and boxes to my quarters in Boston. Much of the material which I correlated will be later published by the American Archaeological Society, but there was one box which I found exceedingly puzzling, and which I felt much averse from shewing to other eyes. It had been locked, and I did not find the key till it occurred to me to examine the personal ring which the professor carried always in his pocket. Then indeed I succeeded in opening it, but when I did so seemed only to be confronted by a greater and more closely locked barrier. For what could be the meaning of the queer clay bas-relief and the disjointed jottings, ramblings, and cuttings which I found? Had my uncle, in his latter years, become credulous of the most superficial impostures? I resolved to search out the eccentric sculptor responsible for this apparent disturbance of an old man’s peace of mind.
The bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. Its designs, however, were far from modern in atmosphere and suggestion; for although the vagaries of cubism and futurism are many and wild, they do not often reproduce that cryptic regularity which lurks in prehistoric writing. And writing of some kind the bulk of these designs seemed certainly to be; though my memory, despite much familiarity with the papers and collections of my uncle, failed in any way to identify this particular species, or even to hint at its remotest affiliations.
Above these apparent hieroglyphics was a figure of evidently pictorial intent, though its impressionistic execution forbade a very clear idea of its nature. It seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form which only a diseased fancy could conceive. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful. Behind the figure was a vague suggestion of a Cyclopean architectural background.
The writing accompanying this oddity was, aside from a stack of press cuttings, in Professor Angell’s most recent hand; and made no pretence to literary style. What seemed to be the main document was headed “CTHULHU CULT” in characters painstakingly printed to avoid the erroneous reading of a word so unheard-of. The manuscript was divided into two sections, the first of which was headed “1925—Dream and Dream Work of H. A. Wilcox, 7 Thomas St., Providence, R.I.”, and the second, “Narrative of Inspector John R. Legrasse, 121 Bienville St., New Orleans, La., at 1908 A. A. S. Mtg.—Notes on Same, & Prof. Webb’s Acct.” The other manuscript papers were all brief notes, some of them accounts of the queer dreams of different persons, some of them citations from theosophical books and magazines (notably W. Scott-Elliot’s Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria), and the rest comments on long-surviving secret societies and hidden cults, with references to passages in such mythological and anthropological source-books as Frazer’s Golden Bough and Miss Murray’s Witch-Cult in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded to outré mental illnesses and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of 1925.
The first half of the principal manuscript told a very peculiar tale. It appears that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark young man of neurotic and excited aspect had called upon Professor Angell bearing the singular clay bas-relief, which was then exceedingly damp and fresh. His card bore the name of Henry Anthony Wilcox, and my uncle had recognised him as the youngest son of an excellent family slightly known to him, who had latterly been studying sculpture at the Rhode Island School of Design and living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys Building near that institution. Wilcox was a precocious youth of known genius but great eccentricity, and had from childhood excited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he was in the habit of relating. He called himself “psychically hypersensitive”, but the staid folk of the ancient commercial city dismissed him as merely “queer”. Never mingling much with his kind, he had dropped gradually from social visibility, and was now known only to a small group of aesthetes from other towns. Even the Providence Art Club, anxious to preserve its conservatism, had found him quite hopeless.
On the occasion of the visit, ran the professor’s manuscript, the sculptor abruptly asked for the benefit of his host’s archaeological knowledge in identifying the hieroglyphics on the bas-relief. He spoke in a dreamy, stilted manner which suggested pose and alienated sympathy; and my uncle shewed some sharpness in replying, for the conspicuous freshness of the tablet implied kinship with anything but archaeology. Young Wilcox’s rejoinder, which impressed my uncle enough to make him recall and record it verbatim, was of a fantastically poetic cast which must have typified his whole conversation, and which I have since found highly characteristic of him. He said, “It is new, indeed, for I made it last night in a dream of strange cities; and dreams are older than brooding Tyre, or the contemplative Sphinx, or garden-girdled Babylon.”
It was then that he began that rambling tale which suddenly played upon a sleeping memory and won the fevered interest of my uncle. There had been a slight earthquake tremor the night before, the most considerable felt in New England for some years; and Wilcox’s imagination had been keenly affected. Upon retiring, he had had an unprecedented dream of great Cyclopean cities of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths, all dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror. Hieroglyphics had covered the walls and pillars, and from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters, “Cthulhu fhtagn”.
This verbal jumble was the key to the recollection which excited and disturbed Professor Angell. He questioned the sculptor with scientific minuteness; and studied with almost frantic intensity the bas-relief on which the youth had found himself working, chilled and clad only in his night-clothes, when waking had stolen bewilderingly over him. My uncle blamed his old age, Wilcox afterward said, for his slowness in recognising both hieroglyphics and pictorial design. Many of his questions seemed highly out-of-place to his visitor, especially those which tried to connect the latter with strange cults or societies; and Wilcox could not understand the repeated promises of silence which he was offered in exchange for an admission of membership in some widespread mystical or paganly religious body. When Professor Angell became convinced that the sculptor was indeed ignorant of any cult or system of cryptic lore, he besieged his visitor with demands for future reports of dreams. This bore regular fruit, for after the first interview the manuscript records daily calls of the young man, during which he related startling fragments of nocturnal imagery whose burden was always some terrible Cyclopean vista of dark and dripping stone, with a subterrene voice or intelligence shouting monotonously in enigmatical sense-impacts uninscribable save as gibberish. The two sounds most frequently repeated are those rendered by the letters “Cthulhu” and “R’lyeh”.
On March 23d, the manuscript continued, Wilcox failed to appear; and inquiries at his quarters revealed that he had been stricken with an obscure sort of fever and taken to the home of his family in Waterman Street. He had cried out in the night, arousing several other artists in the building, and had manifested since then only alternations of unconsciousness and delirium. My uncle at once telephoned the family, and from that time forward kept close watch of the case; calling often at the Thayer Street office of Dr. Tobey, whom he learned to be in charge. The youth’s febrile mind, apparently, was dwelling on strange things; and the doctor shuddered now and then as he spoke of them. They included not only a repetition of what he had formerly dreamed, but touched wildly on a gigantic thing “miles high” which walked or lumbered about. He at no time fully described this object, but occasional frantic words, as repeated by Dr. Tobey, convinced the professor that it must be identical with the nameless monstrosity he had sought to depict in his dream-sculpture. Reference to this object, the doctor added, was invariably a prelude to the young man’s subsidence into lethargy. His temperature, oddly enough, was not greatly above normal; but his whole condition was otherwise such as to suggest true fever rather than mental disorder.
On April 2nd at about 3 p.m. every trace of Wilcox’s malady suddenly ceased. He sat upright in bed, astonished to find himself at home and completely ignorant of what had happened in dream or reality since the night of March 22nd. Pronounced well by his physician, he returned to his quarters in three days; but to Professor Angell he was of no further assistance. All traces of strange dreaming had vanished with his recovery, and my uncle kept no record of his night-thoughts after a week of pointless and irrelevant accounts of thoroughly usual visions.
Here the first part of the manuscript ended, but references to certain of the scattered notes gave me much material for thought—so much, in fact, that only the ingrained scepticism then forming my philosophy can account for my continued distrust of the artist. The notes in question were those descriptive of the dreams of various persons covering the same period as that in which young Wilcox had had his strange visitations. My uncle, it seems, had quickly instituted a prodigiously far-flung body of inquiries amongst nearly all the friends whom he could question without impertinence, asking for nightly reports of their dreams, and the dates of any notable visions for some time past. The reception of his request seems to have been varied; but he must, at the very least, have received more responses than any ordinary man could have handled without a secretary. This original correspondence was not preserved, but his notes formed a thorough and really significant digest. Average people in society and business—New England’s traditional “salt of the earth”—gave an almost completely negative result, though scattered cases of uneasy but formless nocturnal impressions appear here and there, always between March 23d and April 2nd—the period of young Wilcox’s delirium. Scientific men were little more affected, though four cases of vague description suggest fugitive glimpses of strange landscapes, and in one case there is mentioned a dread of something abnormal.
It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes. As it was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected the compiler of having asked leading questions, or of having edited the correspondence in corroboration of what he had latently resolved to see. That is why I continued to feel that Wilcox, somehow cognisant of the old data which my uncle had possessed, had been imposing on the veteran scientist. These responses from aesthetes told a disturbing tale. From February 28th to April 2nd a large proportion of them had dreamed very bizarre things, the intensity of the dreams being immeasurably the stronger during the period of the sculptor’s delirium. Over a fourth of those who reported anything, reported scenes and half-sounds not unlike those which Wilcox had described; and some of the dreamers confessed acute fear of the gigantic nameless thing visible toward the last. One case, which the note describes with emphasis, was very sad. The subject, a widely known architect with leanings toward theosophy and occultism, went violently insane on the date of young Wilcox’s seizure, and expired several months later after incessant screamings to be saved from some escaped denizen of hell. Had my uncle referred to these cases by name instead of merely by number, I should have attempted some corroboration and personal investigation; but as it was, I succeeded in tracing down only a few. All of these, however, bore out the notes in full. I have often wondered if all the objects of the professor’s questioning felt as puzzled as did this fraction. It is well that no explanation shall ever reach them.
The press cuttings, as I have intimated, touched on cases of panic, mania, and eccentricity during the given period. Professor Angell must have employed a cutting bureau, for the number of extracts was tremendous and the sources scattered throughout the globe. Here was a nocturnal suicide in London, where a lone sleeper had leaped from a window after a shocking cry. Here likewise a rambling letter to the editor of a paper in South America, where a fanatic deduces a dire future from visions he has seen. A despatch from California describes a theosophist colony as donning white robes en masse for some “glorious fulfilment” which never arrives, whilst items from India speak guardedly of serious native unrest toward the end of March. Voodoo orgies multiply in Hayti, and African outposts report ominous mutterings. American officers in the Philippines find certain tribes bothersome about this time, and New York policemen are mobbed by hysterical Levantines on the night of March 22–23. The west of Ireland, too, is full of wild rumour and legendry, and a fantastic painter named Ardois-Bonnot hangs a blasphemous “Dream Landscape” in the Paris spring salon of 1926. And so numerous are the recorded troubles in insane asylums, that only a miracle can have stopped the medical fraternity from noting strange parallelisms and drawing mystified conclusions. A weird bunch of cuttings, all told; and I can at this date scarcely envisage the callous rationalism with which I set them aside. But I was then convinced that young Wilcox had known of the older matters mentioned by the professor.
He watches lurking beneath the sea
Great old one, forbidden site
He searches, hunter of the shadows is rising
Immortal, in madness you dwell"
- Metallica/"The Thing that should not be"
~ Hallows Eve ~
Never giving yield
Sitting there with gleaming eyes
Waiting for big pumpkin to arise
Bad luck if you get a stone
Like the good old Charlie Brown
You think linus could be right
The kids will say it's just a stupid lie"
- Helloween/"Halloween"
screamed, and dressed in costume we would give them the actual candy :).
We also had my Disney Sound Effect Record playing throughout. That was such a fun time, I don't know what was more fun, the building of it or the end result!
that much fun! :D
Keep me running, running scared"
- David Bowie/"Scary Monsters (Super Creeps)"
I was never a fan of "Gory" movies, though I have seen my share (that damn curiosity), and have read some horrific and pretty disgusting "lyrics" from Gore Metal bands (including the vile covers), that's a bit beyond me, especially from an artists perspective. I have plenty of friends that watch that kind of stuff. I'm more into the older classics, or the tamer movies, but still scary and classics like "A L I E N" (the original teaser), "Nightbreed", "Prince of Darkness", "Wolfen", "Lifeforce", "Poltergeist", "Underworld", "The Hidden", "The Keep", Francis Ford Coppola's "Dracula", Guillermo Del Toro's "Mimic", "Cronos", "The Devil's Backbone", "Pan's Labyrinth" and the like. Including tongue in cheek movies like "Evil Dead 2", "The Mummy", "Tremors", "Gremlins", "Critters", "An American Werewolf in London", "Hellboy (I and II)" and the classics "Ghostbusters" and "Young Frankenstein". So I am a bit of a wimp when it comes to horror movies (anything with torture scenes, cannibalism, no thanks).
I used to HATE it when there were damn trailers late at night when I was a kid, staying up late with my Dad watching Johnny Carson, Midnight Special, or Don Kirshner's Rock Concert, and I, with my eyes and
mouth aghast, seeing trailers for (the "voice over" introductions are ridiculous :p); "The Hills have Eyes", "Children shouldn't play with Dead things", "The Last House on the Left", "The Shining", "The Exorcist", "Beyond the Door" "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", "Burnt Offerings", "Legend of Hell House" and possibly the most freakiest thing to give me nightmares for the months from JUST seeing the trailer (and it still gives me the creeps), Dario Argento's "Suspiria" . . . GAHHH!!!! The trailer is so psychotic, it totally screwed with my head! (GAHHHH! D:).
But, what made me see this film, and how I sat through it, I just have no idea, not for the faint of heart or for children . . . "Martyrs" D:
I've missed out on a lot of Hammer Film Horror movies, I had seen parts of Christopher Lee's depiction of Dracula, and a Sci-Fi Thriller that I enjoyed, Quatermass and the Pit / Five Million Years to Earth (as it was called in the U.S.), but the "end" used to freak me out. But there is this one that my Mom and Dad liked for some reason, though it may be considered more of a Thriller . . . "The Shuttered Room", not a Hammer film but had that Hammer style. My Mom LOVED "The Creature from the Black Lagoon" which makes me laugh :D. Such a weird title for her to like. The modern version I guess would be "The Shape of Water".
Nowadays horror has to be incredibly gory, and less story, or completely unique with or without the gore and surprise audience and critic alike. But kids of the last 20 years see the stuff I thought was scary and laugh (not sure that's a good thing), but the thrills have to come fast and furious (pun intended). And I was never one for the Zombie craze, which is over and done with me (overkill perhaps?) but I really enjoyed "World War Z".
And I was a BIG fan of (Charlton Heston) "The Omega Man" and "I Am Legend", both based loosely on the novel "I Am Legend". Apparently this film was based on the book as well; "The Last man on Earth" with Vincent Price in 1964. I guess I'll have to catch up on many I've missed and haven't watched for awhile.
Just watched "Super 8" for a 4th time, and will watch "The Goonies" for the first time tonight (in 2016) :). Some cool movies for kids over 10 years old (watch for the language though).
3 other movies that I enjoyed, that were not gory but really scary, were; "The Serpent and the Rainbow" "The Prophecy" and "The Others", which relied on the cinematography, mood, edits and the script (what a crazy notion, the writing made it scary! :D ).
So maybe this gives YOU some ideas for your Halloween Video playlist :D. Happy haunting and enjoy!
Ghosts and a haunting we will . . . GO!!!
And wounded walls
The rusty swings like derelicts sleeping in the weeds
There's a picture-graduation class
Staring down deserted halls
"THE HOPE OF 44" is what it reads"
- Kansas/"Ghosts"
I can remember when my parents went to go see The Exorcist, and then The Omen years later. I can not remember what my Moms reaction to the Exorcist was, as I think that would have sent her home
screaming! They seemed to have enjoyed the Omen - but it was my Dad that was intrigued with that kind of story. Many years later, my brother and I learned that my father witnessed an "Exorcism" in Honduras as a kid, he and another kid peeking through a door, window or cracks(?), he witnessed a Priest over a child speaking verses to her and the child "levitated"! Which in shock, they ran away . . . now, my father doesn't tell "Ghost Stories" and was a very skeptical guy, so this was very odd to hear from him.
But, when we all lived in Chino, in a somewhat large house when my Dad had his 3 Arabian Horses before his health started to deteriorate, my parents went out on a date and me and my brother were watching late night TV when a "feeling" came over both of us. I told my Brother to stay in the living room as I went and turned on every light as I ran upstairs and yelled out "Come out! What ever you are!!!" and looked in every closet "ready" to face what we were feeling! . . . nothing. The feeling went away for both of us and we continued watching TV but we both did not want to go to bed for quite awhile. WE really didn't talk about it, we just mutually felt something as if that was all that needed to be said.
When I moved out a few years later, my parents and brother said that they would hear the stairway "creak" as if someone were carefully walking up the steps - ugh. But when I visited during the holidays, no sounds whatsoever.
Losing your marbles.
In our days in Louisiana, just less than a year after our arrival, and when my brother was just a baby, we lived in a rented home that was on risers because of occasional flooding during the summer rains. It was bad enough being picked-on in Catholic school, but at night I'd hear small "animals" rustling around underneath as I clutched my blanket (and lucky me, it was MY closet that had a floor panel that lead to the ground for whatever reason), with the neighbor's German Shepherd chasing them and a few growls. But once I heard something "large" hop the fence FAST, away from the house that was next to my window! For some reason the sound made me think it was on all fours.
But the worse sounds were after midnight, on our creaky wooden floor, I'd hear, as if someone (or
something) in the living room, was dropping a "marble" from maybe 3 to 5 feet from the floor! Tack - tack tack. Tack - tack tack. Tack - tack tack, over and over and when I was brave enough to go look, or run to my parents bed, of course it would stop. I'd wake my parents to go check, but they didn't hear a thing :(.
I'd go back to bed, and it would start all over again. I don't remember if it continued everynight or it faded away, but I was VERY happy to have eventually moved from that God-awful place.
Back in Chino . . .
But then the scariest story that my Dad and Brother witnessed (again, I stress that both are VERY skeptical of this type of thing). The House and Garage are not attached, they are separated by a space that goes to a wooden gate with a latch that faces the lawn and street. I walk around as quiet as a mouse, I don't like slamming doors, and I'm a quiet "climber" as if I was some sort-of "cat burglar" :p. It would be practically
IMPOSSIBLE for me to climb or open that front gate without a "sound" of any kind.
Again, during the time I was away, my Dad tells the story that my Brother and he were watching TV
(Football?) and our lovable Cocker Spaniel "Corky" who loves everybody (who sadly lost his life in an
accident, which also has a story), my Dad could tell that Corky was barking toward the gate, about 10 yards or so back. There is the door of the kitchen with a window that leads to that space where the dog is barking (getting shivers writing this). My father AND brother see a "male figure" pass the window walking toward the gate! My father and brother race to the door to the outside, and . . . nothing. Corky still barking and the gate is closed, no sound, nothing to see.
I had talked with them (a bit shocked) as they explained everything when I visited and thought, there was no way that someone could get through that gate without a sound. We had also discussed the area, at one time it was just Orange groves, Dairy's and fields of agriculture, ranches and God knows what else, it could be someone was buried there and was "roaming around" the land he once owned or worked . . . who knows.
(talking recently to my brother about this, he refuses to believe it was a "Ghost", but has no idea what he
saw). Always the skeptic.
It never happened again. And I had moved back home until they sold the house, but we never experienced anymore "hauntings", but I do remember saying to the "house" (if it was another time or with my brother watching TV); "We don't mean any harm to you..." and so on, but I think WE may have scared off many a spirit, as me and my father verbally fought a lot, so there was a lot of yelling - I don't think any "Ghost" would want to be around that :p. Old ghosts are never far behind, but we buried that hatchet a few years before he died and made peace :').
A collection of monsters and creepy things . . .
"On a Hallows Eve"
~ a playlist ~
Full of decadence and sins.
I tell you all, it's incredible! You're all invited in...
We begin with this collection,
Just look at this display!
The lunatics, the sycophant's,
What a colorful parade!"
- Jon Oliva's Pain/"Festival"
Needing some other kind of madness
Looking into purple eyes
Sadness at the corners
Works of art with a minimum of steel
Pure sensation
The beautiful down grade . . ."
- Bauhaus/Nevermore/"Silent Hedges - Double Dare"
Don't over do it on all the candy and other treats (and "punch")! And watchout for each other, have fun but be careful for all the little ghosts and goblins with their families in the streets! :D
~ On a Hallow's Eve ~
Track~listing:
Wondering if it's real or am I going insane
Running fast to lock the doors, a banshee now awaits
Seconds count, I warn my friends, or is it now too late!?"
- Metal Church/"(My Favorite) Nightmare"
Prelude: Halloween
Mike Oldfield - Tubular Bells/The Exorcist (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Version)
Jim Henson's Storyteller Intro
Magnum - On a Storytellers Night
Halloween Original Soundtrack (1978) - Halloween Theme (Main Title)
Paradox - Tales Of The Weird
Oliver Palotai & Simone Simons - This is Halloween
Bride - All Hallow's Eve
Hallows Eve - Hallow's Eve
Blind Guardian - Halloween
Type O Negative - All Hallow's Eve (Fan Vid)
King Diamond - Halloween
The Misfits - Halloween & Halloween II
Dead Kennedy's - Halloween
Siouxsie The Banshees - Halloween
Juggernaut - All Hallow's Eve
Mastodon - Halloween
Helloween - Halloween
XerXes - Samhain
Impellitteri - Halloween (Instrumental)
David Bowie - Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)
The Who - Boris The Spider
Wehrmacht - Gore Flix / Lucky Lager
Jon Oliva's Pain - Festival
Cathedral - Carnival Bizarre
Apocalypse Orchestra - The Garden of Earthly Delights
Opeth - Garden of Earthly Delights
Hieronymus Bosch - The Garden of Earthly Delights (Instrumental)
Part I: Night Mares
Lies amidst life and death I dream
And writhe in fitful slumber no-one
Hears my silent screams
Except the horses head that stares
With black and lifeless eyes!
Atop its totem glaring as it mocks
My helpless cries!"
- Sabbat/"Do Dark Horses dream of Nightmares?"
Brainstorm OST/James Horner - Lillian's Heart Attack
Sabbat - Advent of Insanity (intro)
Sabbat - Do Dark Horses Dream of Nightmares?
Metal Church - Nightmare (My Favorite)
VIO-Lence - Eternal Nightmare
Testament - Alone In The Dark
Metallica - All Nightmare Long (Based on H.P. Lovecraft's; "Hounds of Tindalos")
Overkill - Overkill II (The Nightmare Continues)
Powermad - Nice Dreams
Iced Earth - Nightmares
Iron Maiden - Still Life
Nevermore - Cenotaph
Extol - Undeceived
Opeth - Beneath The Mire
Akhlys - Pnigalion (Melinoë)
Dream Theater - Ministry of Lost Souls
Atrocity - B.L.U.T.
The Shadow Theory - The Sound Of Flies
Opeth - By the Pain I see in Others
Saxon - Nightmare
Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath (Based on a nightmare that Geezer Butler had that inspired the song)
Witherfall - Nobody Sleeps Here . . .
Part II: The Dark Arts
And i'm sure that you will see,
The moral of this story - That what shall be must be.
He who gives his soul to hell,
Must dare to pay the price,
He versed in divinity must live a noble life - Or else he is damned!"
- Sabbat/"A Cautionary Tale"
Sabbat - Intro/Faust's Incantation
Sabbat - A Cautionary Tale
Alkaloid - The Malkuth Grimoire
Denner / Shermann - Seven Skulls
Pestilence - Testimony
Morbid Angel - Invocation To A Continual One
Wrathchild America - What's Your Pleasure (based on the film/novel; Hellraiser)
Megadeth - The Conjuring
Blue Öyster Cult - Les Invisibles
Fates Warning - Night on Brocken
Powers Court - The Tragedy of Faust
Part III: Monsters!
Chapter 1: Howling at the Moon
Out from the new day's mist I have come
We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we keep
Roaming the land while you sleep"
- Metallica/"Of Wolf and Man"
Nox Arcana - Crimson Autumn (Instrumental)
The Vision Bleak - Wolfmoon
Iced Earth - Wolf
Unleash the Archers - Night of the Werewolves (Powerwolf cover)
Atrocity - Moonstruck
Ozzy Osbourne - Bark at the Moon
Rainbow - Run with the Wolf
Lalu - Wolven Eyes
Metallica - Of Wolf And Man
Insomnium - Stained In Red
Opeth - The Baying of the Hounds
Vision Bleak - Shewolf
Dio - Lock up the Wolves
Denner / Shermann - The Wolf Feeds at Night
Samhain - The Shift
Powerwolf - Where All the Werewolves Gone
Secrets of the Sky - Eternal Wolves
American Werewolf in London - Complete Transformation
Warren Zevon - Werewolves Of London
Heart - The Wolf
Beth Roars - Power of the Wolf
Creedence Clearwater Revival (CCR) - Bad Moon Rising
Black Sabbath - Black Moon
Cellar Darling - The Spell
Monsters! ~ Chapter 2: Witches Suite
It eats right from her hand
With a crying shout she'll search you out
And freeze you where you stand!"
- Black Sabbath/"Lady Evil"
EXCALIBUR; Morgana (The Charm of Making)
Fates Warning - The Sorceress
Opeth - Sorceress
Vision Bleak - Witching Hour (Instrumental)
Vision Bleak - A Witch is Born
Savatage - By The Grace Of The Witch
Grave Digger - Season of the Witch
Deep Purple - Burn
Manilla Road - Witches Brew
Candlemass - Bewitched
Rainbow - Starstruck
Crimson Glory - Dragon Lady
Atrocity - Goddess In Black
Monty Pythons Flying Circus - Spanish Inquisition Part 3
Sabbat - For those who died
Revocation - Witch Trials
Cathedral - Hopkins (The Witchfinder General)
Saxon - Witchfinder General
Ringworm - Hammer of the Witch
Manilla Road - Hammer of the Witches
Rush - Witch hunt
Sleeping Beauty; Maleficent and "All the powers of Hell!!!"
Black Sabbath - Lady Evil
Styx - Queen Of Spades
Rough Cutt - Black Widow
Y&T - Black Tiger
Katagory V - Evil Princess
Queen - The March of the Black Queen
Queensrÿche - Queen Of The Reich
Clash of the Titans (1981); Medusa battle
Stormlord - The Curse of Medusa
Vicious Rumors - Medusa
Deadly Blessing - Cry of Medusa
Medusa - Turn To Stone (Steve Grimmett's 1st band)
Whispering Woods - Queen Medusa
Grave Digger - Medusa
Anthrax - Medusa
Symphony X - The Eyes Of Medusa
Tarja - Medusa (feat. Justin Furstenfeld of Blue October)
Angel Witch - The Gorgon
Clash of the Titans (2010): Medusa
Denner / Shermann - War Witch
Crystal Viper - The Witch Is Back
Black Sabbath - Devil & daughter
Trial - Sisters of the Moon (Fleetwood Mac cover)
Edge Of Sanity - Crimson
Onward - Witches Winter Eternal
Symphony X - The Witching Hour
Cliff Richard - Devil Woman
Electric Light Orchestra - Evil Woman
Witherfall - Portrait
Metallica - Am I Evil
Demons & Wizards - Wicked Witch (Witches Suite: Epilogue)
Part IV: Monsters! ~ Chapter 3: Frankenstein
&
Chapter 4: Mummy
The monstrosity comes alive
A victim of man's vanity
Born in delirium, a deranged child
He turns his back on his own creation
Chaos ensues, the innocent die
Who's the monster? Who's the victim?"
- Iced Earth/"Frankenstein"
Silent the terror that reigned- Marbled in stone.
A shell of a man God preserved- For a thousand ages,
But open the gates of my Hell- I will strike from my grave!"
- Iron Maiden/"Powerslave"
Helloween - Dr. Stein
Denial Fiend - Frankenstein Conquers the World
Iced Earth - Frankenstein
The Edgar Winter Group - Frankenstein
Blue Öyster Cult - The Siege and Investiture of Baron von Frankenstein's Castle at Weisseria
Curse of the Mummy! PART V - Chapter 4: The Mummy
Iron Maiden - Powerslave
Nile - Sarcophagus
Inhuman Slaughter - The Mummy
Shakma - The Mummy's Curse
Iced Earth - Im-Ho-Tep (Pharaoh's Curse)
Tad Morose - Anubis
The Sound of Thunder - Blood from the Mummy's Tomb
Nightwish - Tutankhamen
Dream Theater- The Dark Eternal Night
Symphony X - Pharaoh
Nile - Extinct
Vision Bleak - The Black Pharaoh Trilogy: Introduction
Part I: The Shining Trapezohedron
Part II: The Vault Of Nephren Ka
Chapter 5: Cthulhu & Lovecraft
My temples have been torn asunder
My children lost
Forlorn they wander
Until my body is reborn in thunder
That crushes the world
Cthulhu
Buried in the deep
Cthulhu
Awaken from your sleep
Cthulhu
No more in death to lie
Cthulhu
For even death may die"
- Alkaloid/"Cthulhu"
Mercyful Fate - The Mad Arab (Part 1)
Nocturnus AD - The Bandar Sign
Morbid Angel - Disturbance In The Great Slumber
Morbid Angel - Hellspawn: The Rebirth
Sulphur Aeon - Cthulhu Rites
Sulphur Aeon - Incantation
Nile - What May Be Safely Written
Alkaloid - Cthulhu
Entombed - Strangers Aeons
Therion - Cthulhu
Manilla Road - Out of the Abyss
Mercyful Fate - Kutulu (Part 2)
Yyrkoon - Horror from the Sea
Iced Earth - Cthulhu
Death Breath - Cthulhu Fhtagn
Morbid Angel - I
Nox Arcana - Mythos (H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu)
Metallica - The Thing That Should Not Be
Nocturnus AD - Aeon of the Ancient Ones
The Great Old Ones - The Omniscient
Evangelist - Cthulhu Rising
Nox Arcana - Cthulhu, high priest of madness
Sulphur Aeon - Those Who Dwell in Stellar Void
Massacre - The Ancient Ones (instrumental)
Massacre - From Beyond (H.P. Lovecrafts "From Beyond")
Manilla Road - Return of the Old Ones
Evildead - F.C.I./The Awakening (Movie: "Evil Dead"/H.P. Lovecraft's Necronomicon)
Deicide - Dead but Dreaming
Deathchain - Cthulhu Rising
Inferi - Aeons Torn
- Azathoth:
https://villains.fandom.com/wiki/Azathoth
Ultar - Azathoth
Arzachel - Azagthoth
Alkaloid - Azagthoth
Nile - Von Unaussprechlichen Kulten
Morbid Angel - He Who Sleeps
Vision Bleak - Kutulu
Metallica - The Call of Kutulu (Instrumental)
Chapter 6 & 7: Gojira!
&
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down!"
- Blue Oyster Cult/"Godzilla"
I find it hard to escape its attraction
Its strength and genius unhampered by morality
My secret mission brings me back to reality
I have to bring it back alive..."
- Star One/"Perfect Survivor"
Gojira / Godzilla King Of The Monsters OST - Main Title
Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla
M.O.D. - Godzula
Grailknights - Gojira
Gojira Main Theme (II)
Alien: official teaser 1979/ MONSTERS! Chapter 7: A L I E N
Alien OST: Jerry Goldsmith - Aftermath
Star One - Perfect Survivor
Electrikeel - Xenomorph
Austrian Death Machine - If it Bleeds, we can Kill It
Nocturnus - Arctic Crypt
Jefferson Starship - Alien
Megadeth - Hangar 18
Hypocricy - Roswell 47
Paradox - Alien Godz
Star One - The Eye of Ra
Nile - The Eye Of Ra
Pagan's Mind - Entrance: Stargate
Depressive Age - From out of the Future
Death - Vacant Planets
Blue Öyster Cult - Take me Away
Saxon - Watching the Sky
Brownsville Station - Martian Boogie
Never seen them though I hope I might
Don't ask if they are real
The men in black, their lips are sealed..."
- Blue Öyster Cult/"Take me Away"
Part V: Bedtime Stories
- Metal Church/"Of Unsound Mind"
Everything up in a blaze, incineration, first degree burns
Throwing it all in the flames
The fire is spreading!"
- Realm/"This House is Burning"
Metal Church - Of Unsound Mind (Tell Tale Heart)
King Diamond - Funeral
King Diamond - Abigail
Annihilator - Alison Hell
Megadeth - Lucretia
Witherfall - The Last Scar
Destiny's End - Breathe Deep the Dark
(To the Memory of H. P. Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith and Frank Belknap Long)
Testament - The Haunting
Deadsoul Tribe - Anybody there?
Deadsoul Tribe - The Haunted
Tony Iommi - The Shining
Realm - This house is burning (Stephen King's "Firestarter")
Avantasia - The Scarecrow
Iron Maiden - The Wicker Man
Third Eye - Recipe For Disaster
Jon Oliva's Pain - Maniacal Renderings
Memento Mori - Morpheus (My Deadly Friend)
The Shadow Theory - I Open Up My Eyes
Storm Corrosion - Drag Ropes
Nevermore - Silent Hedges/Double Dare (Bauhaus Cover)
Entombed - Left Hand Path
Opeth - The Grand Conjuration
Inferi - Tainted Pact
Iron Maiden - Number of the Beast
Iced Earth - Something Wicked (Part 3)
Flotsam & Jetsam - Seventh Seal
Iron Maiden - Moonchild
True HeavyRock Classic
χ ξ ς΄ Sakis Tolis- The Seven Seals of the Apocalypse-(Revelation 5:7)
Iced Earth (w/ Tim "Ripper" Owens) - Birth of the Wicked
Savatage - The Dungeons Are Calling
Kansas - Tomb 19
Iron Maiden - The Book Of Souls
Depressive Age - Eternal Twins
Sadist - Bloody Bates
Dream Theater - The Count of Tuscany
Part VI: Nevermore
No matter how much I implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer remove him
And I must hear for evermore"
- Alan Parson's Project/"Nevermore"
Grave Digger - Raven
Xandria - Ravenheart
Saphath - The Raven
Fatal Opera - The Raven
Eluveitie - Quoth The Raven
Nattravnen - The Night Of The Raven
Queen - Nevermore
Steven Wilson - The Raven That Refused To Sing
Dead Soul Tribe - Crows on a wire
Empire - The Raven Ride
The Alan Parsons Project - The Raven
Avantasia - The Raven Child
Iced Earth - Raven Wing
In the Name - Nevermore
Symphony X - Overture/Nevermore
Nevermore - This Godless Endeavor
Iced Earth - Raven Wing: A Narrative Soundscape
Part VII: Nightmares Chapter 2 ~ Fear
And I'm frozen in the shadows
I'm not prepared to run away
And I'm not prepared to fight"
- Rush/"Freeze"
The Shadow Theory - Sleepwalking
Akhlys - Ephialtes (Melinoë)
Annihilator - Phantasmagoria
Memento Mori - Morbid Fear
Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark
Metal Church - The Dark
Metallica - Trapped Under Ice
Enchant - Below Zero
Cellar Darling - Freeze
Rush - Freeze (Part IV Of "Fear")
Queensrÿche - Roads to Madness
Black Sabbath - Falling Off the Edge of the World
Metallica - Frayed Ends of Sanity
Dream Theater - Panic Attack
Third Eye - The Psychiatrist
Memento Mori - The Passage... A Passenger On A Psycho's Path
Ozzy Osbourne - Diary of a Madman (Bedtime Story Chapter: Epilogue)
Grim Reaper - Fear No Evil
Nevermore - Dreaming Neon Black
Part VIII: Monsters!
Chapter 8: Vampires
- Wrathchild America/"London after Midnight"
Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust OST - Vampyra Missa
Iced Earth - Dracula
Horror of Dracula (1958)
Atrocity - In My Veins
Wrathchild America - London After Midnight
Popol Vuh - Nosferatu: The Vampyre: Mantra
Helstar - Rhapsody in Black/Baptized in Blood
Powerwolf - We Drink Your Blood
Dream Theater - Forsaken
Steve Hackett - Love Song To A Vampire
Xandria - Vampire
Sting - Moon over Bourbon street
Devin Townsend Band - Vampira
Misfits - Vampira
Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead
Concrete Blond - The Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)
Blue Öyster Cult - Nosferatu
Jorn Lande & Trond Holter - Walk on Water
Jon Schaffer's Purgatory - Dracula
Steve Hackett - Vampyre With a Healthy Appetite
Iron Maiden - Transylvania (Instrumental)
Grim Reaper - Night of the Vampire
Lalu - Night In Poenari
Popol Vuh - Through Pain to Heaven; Nosferatu soundtrack
Part IX: More Monsters!
They're coming to get you . . .
Dead will rise and sing
Fight 'em 'til you can't fight no more
The world is only blood
When rage becomes your love
Fight 'em 'til you can't fight no more"
- Anthrax/"Fight 'em till you can't"
PART IX: MONSTERS!
Pyramaze - Sleepy Hollow
Mercyful Fate - Legend Of The Headless Rider
Johann Sebastian Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D Minor
Iced Earth - The Phantom Opera Ghost
Iron Maiden - Phantom Of The Opera
Nightwish - The Phantom Of the Opera
Quasimodo ; "Why was I not made of stone like thee?"
Ark - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Wehrmacht - Part II... (Film: Halloween/Michael Myers)
Lääz Rockit - Leatherface
Slayer - Dead Skin Mask
Sulphur Aeon - Zombi (Fabio Frizzi Soundtrack cover)
Carcass - Exhume to Consume
Exodus - Pleasures of the Flesh
Atrocity - Necropolis
Bloodbath - Year Of The Cadaver Race
Death - Zombie Ritual
Denial Fiend - They Rise
Iced Earth - Among The Living Dead
October Rage - White Walkers
Mastodon - White Walker
Anthrax - Fight ´Em ´Til You Can´t
Accept - Zombie Apocalypse
Carcass - Reek of Putrefaction
Bloodbath - Eaten
The Vision Bleak - Night of the Living Dead
Savatage - Necrophilia
Alice Cooper - Cold Ethyl
Blue Öyster Cult - Joan Crawford
Llamas with Hats 1 - 12
Part X: Of Alchemy, Soothsayers, Sorcerers and Evil Priests
~ Witches Suite - Part II ~
Will you cry a tear, for a time long bygone? Then he will live on, 'cause he was the wizard,
He was the one"
- Pyramaze/"The Wizard"
Howard Shore; The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers - Glamdring
Fates Warning - Kyrie Eleison
Rainbow - Tarot Woman
Styx - Crystal Ball
April Wine - Sign Of The Gypsy Queen
Iron Maiden - Die With Your Boots On (Nostradamus)
Judas Priest - Nostradamus
Forbidden - Eyes of Glass
Testament - The Preacher (Nostradamus)
Realm - The Brainchild
Dark Angel - Black Prophecies (Nostradamus)
Queen - Ogre Battle
Rush - Bytor and the Snowdog
I. At the Tobes of Hades
II. Across the Styx
III. The Battle
IV. Epilogue
EXCALIBUR - Morgana (The Charm of Making); deceives Arthur
Fates Warning - Fata Morgana
Fleetwood Mac - Rhiannon
The Eagles - Witchy Woman
Diamond Head - Am I Evil?
Queen - White Queen (As It Began)
Savatage - White Witch
Arcane - White Queen
Heart Of Cygnus - The White Witch
Evanescence - Snow White Queen
Solefald - White Frost Queen
Onward - The Waterfall Enchantress
Iron Maiden - The Clairvoyant
Judas Priest - Revelations (Nostradamus)
Rush - The Necromancer
I. Into Darkness
II. Under the Shadow
III. Return of the Prince
Black Sabbath - The Wizard
Uriah Heep - The Wizard
Kansas - Lightning's Hand
Deep Purple - Stormbringer
Heart Of Cygnus - The Mage
Sabbat - The Best of Enemies
Black Sabbath - Voodoo
Stevie Ray Vaughan - Voodoo Child (Slight Return)
Blind Guardian - Trial By The Archon / Wizard's Crown
Minas Morgul - Mithrandir
Pyramaze - The Wizard
Viking - Winter
Megadeth - Five Magics
Uriah Heep - The Magicians Birthday
Metal Church - Metal Church
Death Angel - Evil Priest
Black Sabbath (Ian Gillan) - Stonehenge/Disturbing The Priest
Iron Maiden - Can I Play With Madness
Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Crowley
Triptykon - Boleskine House
Queen - The Prophet's Song
Uriah Heep - The Magicians Birthday
Judas Priest - Future of Mankind
. . . the beginning of the end.
In tribute to H.R. Giger
Or shaded, sensory corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain, not a pretty picture"
- Carcass/"Heartwork"
Part XI: You have entered the Twilight Zone . . .
Beyond this world strange things are known
Use the key, unlock the door
See what your fate might have in store
Come explore your dreams’ creation
Enter this world of imagination"
- Rush/"Twilight Zone"
The Twilight Zone (1985) Intro; PART XI - You have entered, the Twilight Zone
Rush - The Twilight Zone
Golden Earring - Twilight Zone
Iron Maiden - Twilight Zone
The Outer Limits Intro
Voivod - We Are Not Alone (Ghost Story or Alien Encounter?)
Megadeth - Return to Hangar
Realm - Gateway
Dream Theater - The Ones Who Help to Set the Sun
Fantômas - One Step Beyond
Epilogue:
Night Mares (Fear) ~ Chapter 3: Storytellers End . . .
- Genesis/"Scenes from a night's Dream"
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free"
- Opeth/"Ghost of Perdition"
Deep Forest - End of the World; Night Mares: Chapter 3
Alice Cooper - The Nightmare Returns
I.N.C. - Bed Times Stories
Blotted Science - Night Terror (Instrumental)
Capharnaum - Night Terror
Vision Bleak - The Wood Hag
Pyramaze - Ghost Light
The Others; "I am your daughter"
Opeth - Ghost of Perdition
King Diamond - The Family Ghost
Fates Warning - Ghosts of Home
Genesis - Home by the Sea
District 97 - Ghost Girl
The Shadow Theory - A Candle in the Gallery
Jethro Tull - Old Ghosts
Kansas - Ghosts
The Vision Bleak - The Whine of the Cemetery Hound
Destiny's End - The Idle City
Destiny's End - The Fortress Unvanquished
Pyramaze - Legend
Fates Warning - Giant's Lore (Heart of Winter)
Genesis - Scenes From A Night's Dream
Strawbs - Ghosts
Avantasia - Ghost in the Moon
Rush - The Enemy Within
Dream Theater - Invisible Monster
Peter Gabriel - I Don't Remember
Kansas - Don't Open Your Eyes
Momento Mori - Forbidden Dreams
Third Eye - Snake in the grass
Jethro Tull - Sweet Dream
Warlord - Child of the Damned
Queensrÿche - Child of Fire
Iron Maiden - Children of the Damned
Black Sabbath - Children of the Grave
Opeth - Death Whispered a Lullaby
Jon Oliva's Pain - Death Rides a Black Horse
Cellar Darling - Death
Bound by Darkness - The Reaper
Grim Reaper (Mk I) - The Reaper
Sorcerer - Reign of the Reaper
Kansas - Child of Innocence
Blue Öyster Cult - (Don't Fear) the Reaper
Knight Area - The Reaper
Black Sabbath - When Death Calls
Opeth - Master's Apprentice
Akhlys - The Dreaming Eye
Dream Theater - Finally Free [Scene Nine]
Mike Oldfield - Tubular Bells (Part One)
Fantômas - Rosemary's Baby
Atrocity - The Maze / Leichenfeier
In the end . . .
Only moments remain
Movement for departed hope
Effect for absent friends
Sever the faith from my body
Leave me begging for more
Take what I have and deliver me
Into everlasting sleep
Soothing trance
Colours fade
And disappear
Ethereal light
Showing me what I can do without"
- Opeth/"Masters Apprentice"
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are..."
- Blue Öyster Cult
Be safe and dream of smiling pumpkins and fuzzy monsters eating too much candy :).
In memoriam . . .
Bernard Albert "Bernie" Wrightson
October 27, 1948 – March 18, 2017
You inspired and influenced, but your brilliance, friendliness and
being approachable makes the pain even more heartfelt to our core.
We will miss you and all that you are. Rest in peace.
It's late and we are sleepy,
The air is cold and still.
Our jack-o-lantern grins at us
Upon the window sill.
We're stuffed with cake and candy
And we've had a lot of fun,
But now it's time to go to bed
And dream of all we've done.
We'll dream of ghosts and goblins
And of witches that we've seen,
And we'll dream of trick-or-treating
On this happy Halloween.
- Anonymous