I first read this book as a teenager because I had found it amongst a bunch of 70s paperback horror novels when I bought Peter Straub’s “The Throat” from the marketplace in my hometown (unfortunately, said book seller no longer is with us, rest his soul). But, my initial copy of Ray Russell’s three-story collection was tattered, torn and definitely second-hand. It was missing the publication page and it was dusty and raw. When I went home, I put down the Straub book and got stuck into the Russell collection almost straight away. It was amazing but it also scared the living daylights out of me. It was absolutely terrifying and a gothic masterpiece. There was an obvious relation to older horror novels and gothic texts in Russell’s attempt at showcasing the more dubious and deceptive side of human nature. But most of all what I liked about it is that when I came to re-read the book, I had actually completely forgotten about what I’d experienced the first time. I had a brand new copy which was published by Penguin and it was immaculate. I remembered reading the book but not what I had thought of it and so, sitting in the back of the car, on my way to the seaside, I re-read the whole thing. I ended up having a massive anxiety attack in the car because of the wide open spaces and since, I have constantly associated the book with being absolutely terrified. The book itself was not the initial reason for the attack but I think it may have contributed. Books can terrify me in ways that films only dream that they could. It just feels far more immersive when it is in a book and there are clear parallels between some of the stories in this book and older, wiser, darker books of our past - like Victor Hugo’s “The Man Who Laughs” and a number of others.

When I first read “The Man in the Picture” by Susan Hill I must have been around thirteen and then, I re-read it when I was about twenty-one. I like doing that with books because you discover things about the book you didn’t realise initially because you were so young. The things I unfolded when I was twenty-one were extreme in the field of psychological torture. It was actually far more frightening the second time I read it than the first. When I first read it, I was on a sort of ghost-story binge and so I was reading things like MR James, EF Benson, HP Lovecraft, Charles Dickens and others. But, in Susan Hill’s works I noticed a more modern gothic with a definite old flavour to it, it is something I absolutely fell in love with when it came to her works and “The Man in the Picture” was one of her newer ones. By then I had already read “The Woman in Black” and “Mrs. De Winter” and so, I was used to her gothic, atmospheric and often terrifying writing style. I would say that her books are best read at night, whilst it is raining, next to a dim lamp or better yet, by candlelight. Top it off with a slight thunderstorm and you might just have the perfect setting in which to read a Susan Hill novel. “The Man in the Picture” is no exception. It is a chilling book that you really need to read more than once in order to really get it.

Halloween Horror Nights 2020 has been officially canceled by Universal Studios. The cancellation of this frightfully fun event is, of course, due to the coronavirus. All Universal Studios theme parks have been closed indefinitely following the World Health Organization (WHO) declaration of a global pandemic due to COVID-19. This announcement follows Disney’s cancellation of Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party last month. Universal promises that the event will return in 2021. In the meantime, they will plan Halloween themes as part of their daytime schedule. Universal is also reviewing plans to re-open its Orlando park doors soon.

A long time ago in a town that has been long gone and forgotten in a town named Kittatinny, Pennsylvania where there a small population of townsfolk. In this town at the base of the woods lived a beggar and his wolf. Urban legend says that the man and his wolf was hung from a tree for robbing a local family and his wolf was his accomplice, the man was hung from the tree and his wolf was tied up and shot and on the anniversary of his death on October 24th he comes back and seeks his revenge on the ones who hung him, for you see this man and his wolf were innocent and he was just a beggar selling what he could to make money, the townsfolk didn't know there was a murderer amongst them, a neighbor claimed to see the beggar go into a neighboring house with his wolf and the cloak he was wearing was bloody, he was making a trade for money when the family had been already murdered before he arrived and he looked suspicious wearing a bloody cloak and his wolf was bloody too. Now the neighbor who saw this ran through town screaming and yelling which alarmed everyone, a mob was formed and they went hunting for the beggar and his wolf, the man had heard the screaming and yelling and mob that was coming for him he ran, while all this was happening the real killer had stolen a horse took what he stole and road off into the night and was never seen again. The mob of townsfolk had finally caught with the man and his wolf and the man yelled I'm innocent I did nothing and claimed he saw the real killer ride off into the night but no one would listen, he begged for his life and life of his wolf, but no one would listen. They strung up the beggar from a tree and watched him until he died, his wolf was taken and tied up and shot. It was a year later on the anniversary of the beggar's death he came back and sought revenge on the mob that killed him and his wolf, they say the legend says that the mob was found with their throats ripped out and some were hung. Some say that the beggar and his wolf will appear in the woods where they died. Even to this day people still swear to see the man and his wolf.

Robert the Doll is considered the scariest doll in the world. If you have never seen him before then I suggest you do a Google search. Robert currently resides in a museum in the Fort East Martello Museum Key West, Florida. He is open to visitors. For this article, I will refer to him as “He” since legend has it that Robert’s alive. He is so popular that he has fans who come from all over the world to visit him. He even has even received more than 1,000 letters and emails from his adoring fans.

Imagine The Ring, or The Grudge or some other supernatural horror movie minus some goofy, black and white, glitchy, villain covered in goo. That’s kind of what you get with the new horror movie She Dies Tomorrow. Actress turned writer-director, Amy Seimetz, has crafted a horror movie without a villain. She Dies Tomorrow has blood and death and an eerie supernatural atmosphere but none of the other traditional trappings of a horror movie and it feels fresher for that reason.

We're all spending a lot more time in front of our screens these days, keeping ourselves inside where we're safe and waiting for the pandemic to blow over. For a lot of us, that means we've already chewed through our list of shows we've been meaning to watch, and we've chased it with our old favorites that we turn to in our times of need. If you're coming up dry for new shows to feed that hunger inside you, and you'd like some fictional fears to deal with as a change of pace, here are three spooky shows that even diehard horror fans may have missed.

If I could go to an island where I could have any fantasy I ever wanted, it would be an island where movies this bad don't get made.

At the end of the XIX age, a man was born in London who was prepared to create a new direction in cinema - a unique genre of suspense, which kept in suspense and makes the viewer tremble in anticipation of something incredible and frightening.

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Alabama: One of the fifty states in the United States of America. Where Sarah and her parents and her grandparents and their grandparents have lived.

People have always have been fascinated by the supernatural and the occult, especially cursed objects. Cursed objects have been the product of a lot of well known films and other forms of literature but that’s all they are, right? Well, there have been dozens upon dozens of cases of objects that have caused serious misfortune including death for a lot of people. Some people like to pass it off as superstition but there is no denying that there may be a sinister force at work. I’m Cryptic Hatter and here are 10 Cursed Objects That Really Exist:

I first read this book as a teenager because I had found it amongst a bunch of 70s paperback horror novels when I bought Peter Straub’s “The Throat” from the marketplace in my hometown (unfortunately, said book seller no longer is with us, rest his soul). But, my initial copy of Ray Russell’s three-story collection was tattered, torn and definitely second-hand. It was missing the publication page and it was dusty and raw. When I went home, I put down the Straub book and got stuck into the Russell collection almost straight away. It was amazing but it also scared the living daylights out of me. It was absolutely terrifying and a gothic masterpiece. There was an obvious relation to older horror novels and gothic texts in Russell’s attempt at showcasing the more dubious and deceptive side of human nature. But most of all what I liked about it is that when I came to re-read the book, I had actually completely forgotten about what I’d experienced the first time. I had a brand new copy which was published by Penguin and it was immaculate. I remembered reading the book but not what I had thought of it and so, sitting in the back of the car, on my way to the seaside, I re-read the whole thing. I ended up having a massive anxiety attack in the car because of the wide open spaces and since, I have constantly associated the book with being absolutely terrified. The book itself was not the initial reason for the attack but I think it may have contributed. Books can terrify me in ways that films only dream that they could. It just feels far more immersive when it is in a book and there are clear parallels between some of the stories in this book and older, wiser, darker books of our past - like Victor Hugo’s “The Man Who Laughs” and a number of others.

When I first read “The Man in the Picture” by Susan Hill I must have been around thirteen and then, I re-read it when I was about twenty-one. I like doing that with books because you discover things about the book you didn’t realise initially because you were so young. The things I unfolded when I was twenty-one were extreme in the field of psychological torture. It was actually far more frightening the second time I read it than the first. When I first read it, I was on a sort of ghost-story binge and so I was reading things like MR James, EF Benson, HP Lovecraft, Charles Dickens and others. But, in Susan Hill’s works I noticed a more modern gothic with a definite old flavour to it, it is something I absolutely fell in love with when it came to her works and “The Man in the Picture” was one of her newer ones. By then I had already read “The Woman in Black” and “Mrs. De Winter” and so, I was used to her gothic, atmospheric and often terrifying writing style. I would say that her books are best read at night, whilst it is raining, next to a dim lamp or better yet, by candlelight. Top it off with a slight thunderstorm and you might just have the perfect setting in which to read a Susan Hill novel. “The Man in the Picture” is no exception. It is a chilling book that you really need to read more than once in order to really get it.

I was fairly young the first time I read this - around ten or eleven. I’m not going to lie to you, I had my dictionary at the ready and was looking up strange words left, right and centre. First time around, I didn’t really get it, so I went back and read it again and scared myself half to death because, after reading it once, I knew what all the words meant now. For a few days, I didn’t get much sleep and I was up most nights thinking about those weird children and the haunting coldness of Bly Manor. I would re-read the book over the years because the way in which the ghosts psychological enrapture the children is so incredibly intense even though the text itself is relatively short. You’d imagine you would need a long novel to build that kind of atmosphere, but Henry James does it in a short amount of time, leaving you with a shivering and shuddering feeling long after the text has ended. The last time I read it was when I was teaching it, maybe last year some time in the Spring. The students I was teaching it to often admitted that the text felt very dark because of the fact the bad things were happening to children. I think that much like novels such as “The Exorcist” by William Peter Blatty and “Suffer the Children” by John Saul, Henry James offered us a darker look at hauntings and horror through his writing of the innocence and child-like nature of Flora and Miles. It is not only frightening, in some cases it is rather disturbing too.

Ever since NASA closed up shop, there have been several new space exploration agencies cropping up across the United States and elsewhere to pick up where they left off. The most prominent of the agencies is MiSBA (Mississippi Space Bureau of America). Outerspace Researcher, Jeven Cross was the first to be launched from the Jackson, Mississippi base.

Frank was dead. His white apron was now soaked with red all the way down to where it lay partially submerged in a puddle beneath him. Two large trays of fresh doughnuts sat in the tray on the table above him, sprinkled with his blood.

Part 2: Picture of the past

Halloween Horror Nights 2020 has been officially canceled by Universal Studios. The cancellation of this frightfully fun event is, of course, due to the coronavirus. All Universal Studios theme parks have been closed indefinitely following the World Health Organization (WHO) declaration of a global pandemic due to COVID-19. This announcement follows Disney’s cancellation of Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party last month. Universal promises that the event will return in 2021. In the meantime, they will plan Halloween themes as part of their daytime schedule. Universal is also reviewing plans to re-open its Orlando park doors soon.

Halloween Horror Nights 30 is cancelled. There won't be a fantastic anniversary bonanza, not an Academy of Villains show, or a chance to wear old HHN memorabilia in a silent war of event elitism.

Lying awake, staring at the ceiling, Will’s heart suddenly sank. He had forgotten his sister’s birthday, and only had three days to find something decent. He wasn't exactly the best at picking out gifts, that was for sure, but he just knew this year he could find something wonderful.

Prologue:

"In his house in R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” - The Call Of Cthulhu

A 4-year-old girl in a small town in Italy sleeps peacefully in her velvet themed room. With her star hologram night light twinkling around her chamber, she lightly snores with dreams of candy shops and picture book characters coming to life.

Imagine The Ring, or The Grudge or some other supernatural horror movie minus some goofy, black and white, glitchy, villain covered in goo. That’s kind of what you get with the new horror movie She Dies Tomorrow. Actress turned writer-director, Amy Seimetz, has crafted a horror movie without a villain. She Dies Tomorrow has blood and death and an eerie supernatural atmosphere but none of the other traditional trappings of a horror movie and it feels fresher for that reason.

This was a fantastic movie that I honestly hoped would lean a little more into comedy. While yes, this movie was absurdist, it cannot be called comedy. Just dark. Dark, dark, dark, absurdism. There was... nothing funny about this movie. This movie is about -in all respects- the final tipping point for a serial killer as he comes apart.

The Ritual

A long time ago in a town that has been long gone and forgotten in a town named Kittatinny, Pennsylvania where there a small population of townsfolk. In this town at the base of the woods lived a beggar and his wolf. Urban legend says that the man and his wolf was hung from a tree for robbing a local family and his wolf was his accomplice, the man was hung from the tree and his wolf was tied up and shot and on the anniversary of his death on October 24th he comes back and seeks his revenge on the ones who hung him, for you see this man and his wolf were innocent and he was just a beggar selling what he could to make money, the townsfolk didn't know there was a murderer amongst them, a neighbor claimed to see the beggar go into a neighboring house with his wolf and the cloak he was wearing was bloody, he was making a trade for money when the family had been already murdered before he arrived and he looked suspicious wearing a bloody cloak and his wolf was bloody too. Now the neighbor who saw this ran through town screaming and yelling which alarmed everyone, a mob was formed and they went hunting for the beggar and his wolf, the man had heard the screaming and yelling and mob that was coming for him he ran, while all this was happening the real killer had stolen a horse took what he stole and road off into the night and was never seen again. The mob of townsfolk had finally caught with the man and his wolf and the man yelled I'm innocent I did nothing and claimed he saw the real killer ride off into the night but no one would listen, he begged for his life and life of his wolf, but no one would listen. They strung up the beggar from a tree and watched him until he died, his wolf was taken and tied up and shot. It was a year later on the anniversary of the beggar's death he came back and sought revenge on the mob that killed him and his wolf, they say the legend says that the mob was found with their throats ripped out and some were hung. Some say that the beggar and his wolf will appear in the woods where they died. Even to this day people still swear to see the man and his wolf.

Robert the Doll is considered the scariest doll in the world. If you have never seen him before then I suggest you do a Google search. Robert currently resides in a museum in the Fort East Martello Museum Key West, Florida. He is open to visitors. For this article, I will refer to him as “He” since legend has it that Robert’s alive. He is so popular that he has fans who come from all over the world to visit him. He even has even received more than 1,000 letters and emails from his adoring fans.

Perhaps, one of the most popular genres in The film industry is HORROR movies. Whether it’s the new faces of whore or classic characters being remade for audiences, it’s not hard to see why. In the past couple of years there have been new faces of her added to the genre as well as remakes of classic movies. However, Do they live up to their predecessors? Personally one of my mottos is “Life’s no fun without a good scare!” a line that pays homage to Tim Burton’s 1993 Classic Film THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS, but I suppose you might say, “That’s a Ghost of a different color.”

June 29, 2020 - Atlanta, GA - 3rd Fathom Films and Gravitas Ventures announce an official release date of June 30, 2020 for Taylor Ri'chard's 'Hallowed Be Thy Name.'

“Direct from our newsroom in New York City, this is D.E.F News with Richard Cronenberg.”

An average looking woman with an average shaped body leans against a marble post smoking a cigarette. She is so unexceptional that no one notices the bulging tan bowling bag lying next to her feet. Her light brown eyes scan the lobby of Oakwood National Bank. Happily married couples sit side by side discussing mortgage loans with their plump and grumpy male lenders. Male tellers are discussing the outcome of the Cincinnati Reds game the night before. It was a shame Pete Rose had to miss the All-Star Game. A tall blonde with a nice bust comes prancing over to the woman. "Mr. Montgomery will see you now." The average woman smirks and drops the half-finished cigarette on the marble floor. She gently snuffs the life out of it with the heel of her cherry bomb Mary Janes. She lifts the bowling bag struggling to keep it up and follows the blonde to an open office.

Whack!

I was 10 years old when I became aware that my dreams were predictive. This was in the 60s when you did not hear much about psychic phenomena. Prior to that realization I had no idea how much my instincts had protected me. I would avoid being near people and places that made me feel uncomfortable. Including the neighborhood pedophile who charmed all the other children but made my skin crawl. I did not understand exactly what he was doing but I knew whatever it was, it was frightening. He played sports with a boy who eventually became my aunt’s boyfriend, James. He was everybody’s hero. Most people in the area were poor or blue-collar workers. Hope was hard to come by so everyone was thrilled when he was picked up by a junior hockey team and he began touring.

Ho rror Story: Very scary true story

I want to tell you about one of my stories of the supernatural, these made me a believer of the supernatural ad its dangers to anyone, and you can deem this fact or fiction but to me it happened and this is recount of how it happened, enjoy. The first story begins here…I was cursed at birth to die thanks to my dad pissing off a gypsy lady right before my parents found out my mom was pregnant with me. But my dad, he had been cursed to die that night and it never happened thanks to it passing to me and turning into a curse that plagues me every seven years. For the first seven years I had no issues at all and my parents long before forgot about the gypsy lady in the market. I went to bed after playing spyro the first game for PS1 and I instantly knew something was wrong. When I entered my dreams like normal, it was as if I was really there in person. I was a smart kid and knew about dream walking thanks to my mom. I scanned my dream for anything and only found mountains covered by shadow from the blood red sky with dark black clouds and the soil red like mars. I was nowhere I had ever been, seen, or even heard of. I wasn’t fully scared being a super cocky kid and I loved to fight bullies and knew about control of the dream realm, what could go wrong! I walked in a single direction and saw nothing changed after a bit, so I decided I was tired of my dream, I opened a portal to my favorite dream….it didn’t open. A voice sounded in my head and I could sense death was literally right next to me. The voice turned to three as they said so you’re the one, the one we need to kill to be free from this shell, free to kill the mortals as we please. I turned to see three creature red in color but one who was red and black armor with wings in its back who stood to my left and the red demon with a polearm spear in gold armor and cloth between the armor pieces, the middle one was human looking and stood 9 feet tall but had horns like a dragon and was fully covered in red scaled armor and had no other features besides claws for finger tips. I keep looking them over when one starts to move towards me, I stop them by asking them who they are at least before they try to kill me. The leader laughed at me. He named them three, Leviathan, my lieutenant, and I am a lord of hell the lord of flies, also called Beelzebub. I asked him if he thinks he can. The lieutenant rushes forward again to strike at me. I side stepped as his spear flew past my face and I rush forward and strike the demon clear in the face but what I did next almost changed the game for me, I thought my fist weighed nothing to me but hit like a semi. The demons armor took the hit and sent him sliding back but not like I would have hoped for. The laugh again, and ask what I was trying to do. I hit you in the jaw with a 16-wheeler semi-truck. The demons again laugh and claim such things won’t kill them. I rush forward and think myself right behind them and strike the lieutenant again in the side and thought of the strongest thing I could hit with, I ended up with the strength of the hulk since it’s my favorite movie, I hit him and launched him across the desert and int the distance, I then kick the leviathan thing in the chest and send it flying into the air to only caught itself mid-flight. I recover and launch a attack my dad taught me, where you spin punch and follow with a kick and shoulder to take your enemy to the ground. But he caught my wrist and leg and lifted me up into the air. You thought you could win against us. You puny insect of a meat sack. He screams, and then tosses me through the air o to the sandy ground, but as I look up the three demons stood there hurt a little but still laughing, they then lung at me and I turned to run and jedi step away into the desert but I feel a cold searing pain in my back as I’m propelled forward from claws striking my back. I woke up right before I hit the ground, and the claw marks were still there and three days later they either disappeared or healed beyond what should be possible for such a claw mark. My mom told me it was serious and we did a dream reading and blessed my room. Weird it didn’t happen until 7 years later; this time was a little different. They showed up and I forgot what they were or who until they reminded me, whereas this time I could hurt them thanks to my aged mind. I took them to anther area this time and portal jumped us out of the desert and into the night sky filled with darkness and red strikes of lightning. We floated there and I grabbed the weakest one the lieutenant and started in on killing this creature. I struck but I didn’t limit my hit and just increased it as I struck. I hit once throwing the demons head into a unnatural position like he over cracked his neck but I didn’t stop as I upper cut the demon with more force in the nuts, but it just sent it into the air and I followed with a curved kick which connected with his side and sent the demon flying into a mountain and made a large impact that I felt and I notice a few flying chunks of metal in the air that came from my strikes on the demon. I turned to the other demons who sat by as I pummeled their friend. They point to there friend and tell me to continue or I will die. I look back just in time to see the demon right in front of me flying full steam ahead and about to strike me with his halberd spear, I dodged in time and grab him and his tail as I throw him through the air and into the distance. I waited for him to come back and he didn’t this time. I turned to the lord of flies, and the leviathan appears before me. I swing and without stopping to talk, I hit the creature of the pit in the rib cage with a solid right hook but it doesn’t even hurt him. He hits me without seeing him strike, and I’m flying through the air. I stop myself and end up waking up as he rushes forward. The next night I talked to my mom about the situation in little detail other then the demons in my dreams. She advised me to think of her next time I entered that realm of theirs. This time I entered ready for them. When I entered the realm of my dreams this time I did as my mom said and it made my mom appear in my dreams and the demons ran after realizing they couldn’t harm my mother’s apparition I summoned. My moms form ended up attacking them and chasing them through the desert even to this day.

WARNING

I said in my review last week of Into the Dark's current episode, "The Current Occupant," that I'd be going back and coming back to review all the earlier episodes, so here's my review of "The Body," the very first episode in this Hulu series.

The famed writer H.P. Lovecraft revolutionized the horror genre in a way that people had not seen before, or indeed since. The unique existential dread that his stories portrayed showed people a world where they were completely insignificant in every way, and that life had little meaning overall. In no way was this more brilliantly accomplished than with his pantheon of Ancient Ones, Elder Gods, and Great Ones. To even look upon them was to go mad. None of his creatures are as famous or popular as the Great Older God Cthulhu.

In the small town of Port Louis, Mauritius, there are very few people walking the streets after 5 PM. Everything is in a standstill, doors are closed and only the street lights offers some hope.

ON A DARK AND MOON FILLED NIGHT, AN EERIE SILENCE FILLED

I know that my readers are of inquiring minds, and I would not have it any other way. But I need you to understand: the specifics are not important. It’s not about where it happened, or when, or even the name of the Old Man. The wings were the first sign, but they are far from the last.