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My First Investigation: The Diaries of a Ghost Hunter
St. Michael's Cemetery in Crewe is ancient. Records show that it dates way back to 1863, though stones have been found with dates preceding that. Through research and wandering around just looking at the stones and inscriptions I have discovered that so much history and sadness lies within the railings of this little graveyard. From the bride who died before she made it down the aisle and was buried in her wedding dress, to the soldier who died on the day the war finished, there are definitely some unhappy and unfulfilled souls laid to rest.
By ParabnormalUK .7 years ago in Horror
The Void: The Perfect Lovecraft Movie
Why had I not heard of this movie before Halloween? I really don't care what the critics say. If you check, IMDB gives this movie a 5.8/10, Rotten Tomatoes gives it a 73%, and Empire gives is 3/5. This seems like a movie to see once and forget about it. I promise you, if you have a thing for C'thulhu, Azathoth, or the Deep Ones (among other Lovecraftian monsters), you will enjoy this movie and come back to it again and again.
By Yumi Yamamoto7 years ago in Horror
Return to St Michael's Cemetery | The Diaries of a Ghost Hunter
Several weeks after filming at St Michael's Cemetery, we decided to return. There is something undoubtedly fascinating about the location, and it is seemingly haunted. The EVPs I caught last time proved that several spirits still roam around. Perhaps they converse with each other? Who knows.
By ParabnormalUK .7 years ago in Horror
The Long Way Home
Running fast, running far. Not looking back, just running. Running for my life. The burning sensation in my chest. It burns to breathe in. I can't stop. I hear the footsteps close behind me. My eyes burn from the tears and sweat. My vision is getting fuzzy. Trees blurred out as I run. It almost feels unreal. The pain in my legs and chest snap me back to reality. This is real. Footsteps from behind me are more distant than before. "Keep running" I tell myself. "Don't look back, just run".
By Melissa Ann Wright7 years ago in Horror
Monster or Misconstrued Mate
In Milhauser’s criticism of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, he provides evidence of the literary description of the noble savage. Milhauser believed that a reader's first thoughts about the book would be that it was a supernatural horror story, filled with Shelley’s “macabre and pseudo-scientific sensationalism.” Once the audience took more time to consider the actions and plotlines, they would see how deep each character really is and what he or she represents.
By Almárëa Laurësil7 years ago in Horror
Hallow's Eve
Eli is now 15 years old, the average age of a teenage boy to stop giving a fuck about Halloween but definitely not old enough to spend the night with his rowdy friends in abandoned buildings. He’s been permanently placed on giving-out-candy duty while Mom and Emma go around the neighborhood with Emma’s friends. “Now we won’t be long, just an hour or two so don't think you can just leave without me knowing, kiddo. Make sure you pass out all the candy and be safe. You have my number if anything happens, I love you!” Emma chimes in with her tiny tongue sticking out just enough to cover his face with saliva. “YUCK! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT YOU LITTLE..” Mom stopped the fight before Eli’s intentions became afflictions. “Ok, no. We’re leaving before you two rip each other to shreds,” Mom said as agitation seethed through her teeth. And with that, they were gone.
By C Castellanos7 years ago in Horror
The Silence
It was the stillness that scared me, an unending void poised at the ready to be filled with sound. I did not dare utter a whisper. The void was so empty I feared it would gobble up what words I spoke and never return them. Then I would be left to endlessly string out every thought until all those words, all those emotions, wretched the life from my bones leaving a gasping corpse, longing for sound.
By Andrea Goodman7 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2 As soon as I graduated high school, I got the hell out of Gramercy. After Clay... changed, I became a shut in. I never left my room, but I ended up obsessed with audio video stuff. I convinced my parents to send me to summer camps, and it was the only time I could ever relax. During my senior year, I pieced together a shitty little documentary, and sent it off to UCLA as my application, I was lucky enough that they took me in and I ended up studying film. Although, quite frankly, I would have done just about anything to get out of that hellhole. Part of me just wanted to forget it all. I thought if I ignored it that maybe then Clay, the bees, Peaches, it would all just go away.
By Isaac Shapiro7 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 2)
Part 1 I know I’ve posted before about why you shouldn’t be eating the honey that comes out of Gramercy, West Virginia. I said I’d start from the beginning and go more into detail about what’s wrong with the town. What happened to me in the woods, and what happened to my dog, Peaches, was terrible, but people are attacked by animals all the time. If that was as far as my experience with Gramercy went, I wouldn’t be so desperate to keep people away. You see, what happened to Peaches hurt me deeply, but it was what happened to Clay, the only friend I ever made in that godforsaken hellhole, that terrified me into leaving as soon as I was old enough.
By Isaac Shapiro7 years ago in Horror