An oak tree lurks beneath the grounds of the old farm, having been cut down sometime in the past but momentous enough to warrant its own mythology. They choose to show it as interstitials of dark, deep underground shots. Roots and veins and arteries, throbbing and pulsing and wet.
“Those who hunt by night will tell you that the wildest and most vicious of all animals is the tiny shrew. The shrew feeds only by the dark of the moon. He must eat his own body weight every few hours or starve. And the shrew devours everything: bones, flesh, marrow… everything. In March, first…
I’ll cut right to the chase. 1932. I’ve taken a decent survey of history to back up this claim. Please feel free to disagree with me and offer whatever evidence you can, but I don’t believe 1960, or ’87, or 2015, or even 1922 could hold a candle to 1932, undoubtedly the best year in…
Baddie: I mean, the House of Usher. It’s in the name. Lesson: The Usher line is tainted, Mr. Winthrop. Octoberween is a time for reflection. SciFridays is now /horror, the leaves are changing (but not in Texas) and I’m trying to be good at Twitter. (Follow me on Twitter @slash_horror!) It seemed appropriate, then, to theme…
Horror can be anything. Goofy, political, dramatic, and everything in between. But the best horror, is, at its core, human. We (by “we” I mean “everyone but me”) are all going to die, and death comes in myriad forms. We meet it in myriad ways. Personally, I hope to go out laughing, but I have…
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