A vagrant ritual is reborn and re-enacted in chilly Midwestern regions. An ancient mourning of the Sun′s demise, Summer′s End, once marked on hilltop and deep in woodland clearings with vast wild fire and the spilling of beast blood, now transplanted into the rich, black soil of America. The dark is rising over remote backwater hamlets, over railyard and schoolhouse and sharp-angled roof; over homestead and woodpile. Halloweöenland.
Photo and words from Haunted Air by Ossian Brown. /via
My boy and I went to the pumpkin patch yesterday.
Under construction, but still a very cool concept. /via
2012 marks the ninth consecutive installment of our perennial 31 Days of Horror. Its characteristics should be familiar: for the entirety of October, we will publish a review of a horror film each day. Some of these will not be mainstays of the horror genre, although they possess aspects of the genre’s more salacious or famous entries to which they will be associated. These will span the body of cinema, with particular focus on low-budget scares from the 1970s and 1980s, as well as resurged horror efforts from the ensuing decades. In addition, this year’s installment will see three sidebars that isolate the following sub-genres and filmmakers: Black Vampires, Sasquatch cinema, and Bill Rebane.
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Alien invasion.
I saw this little guy while taking a walk this morning:
Don’t worry little fella, you wont be alone long. By the end of the night the street will be full of empty candy wrappers, smashed pumpkins, and other Halloween accouterments to keep you company.
These photos of people being scared shitless at Nightmares Fear Factory in Niagara Falls, Canada are fantastic. After perusing all 20 pages of their Flickr feed while cackling evilly I have some observations:
If the monster doesn’t grab you, your friends will.
Why the hell would you go into a haunted house all alone? Or wearing bunny ears?
These ladies probably doubted their man’s fortitude after they saw the photos.
And yes, I would be just as scared and silly looking in the same situation. My guess is that I would look something like this guy.
Vampire teeth from Chuck E. Cheese. Cost 40 tickets or the equivalent of 500 skee ball games. I think the “E” stands for “eviscerate your wallet.”
My town seems haunted tonight.
The wind has picked up, the temperature has dropped, the leaves are blowing around.
The street lights are flickering, the roads are empty.
It’s like Halloween want’s to come early this year.
This from a Halloween store that popped up by my work recently. I love these joints, how they materialize for a month than disappear in early November. Where do they store all their left over vampire teeth, fake blood, and rubber masks? There must some huge Raiders of the Lost Ark’eque warehouse filled with slutty French Maid Costumes and faux Freddie Kruger claws.
Two empty milk jugs, some glue, scissors and paint and your little ones will be ready to fight for The Empire.
