The full moon is rising and blood is bound to flow. A silver bullet wont slow it down. Not even a super plus Tampax with gentle glide is going to stop it up. Ginger Snaps is a mad, biting, clever blend of coming of age story and classic werewolf horror film, perfect for a new breed of female horror fans and their (reluctant?) male counterparts. Click here for the rest of the story.
Human beings, along with elephants and perhaps a few other creatures, recognize the kinship between the dead ones of our species and ourselves. Therein lies much of the motivation and impact of organized religion; there lies, among other things, the soul of the horror genre. Click here for the rest of the story.
I was wandering through K-Mart today looking for various and sundry, when the unmistakable aroma of Halloween candy wafted past my nose. Piles of Halloween candy have a scent like nothing else: sweet and cloying with an undertone of paraffin. When its all piled on the shelf in the store or in the bottom of your trick-or-treat bag its practically impossible to discern the smell of, say, a Baby Ruth from a box of Dots. It all melds together. Click here for the rest of the story.
Satan may have been more of a public figure in the Dark Ages, but hes still around today. The contemporary Devil long ago gave up his hobbies of drying up cows and wilting crops, delegating those crude tasks to his favorite minions, the microorganisms. Now he attacks us in more subtle ways. He distracts us with worldly possessions, sows doubt with science, nags us with reminders of all of lifes little betrayals. Hes the hippest guy around, post-Freud and post-faith, but when he gets down to business, the serious business of your soul, hes the same old fallen angel, lurking, almost visible, in your darkest hour. Click here for the rest of the story.
Hell House is a haunted theme park featuring gory, gruesome, and sensationalized dioramas of sinners and their fate, whether its a last-minute redemption or an eternity burning in the fires of Hell. Starting in 1990, Trinity Church, an Assembly of God parish in Cedar Hill, Texas, has been executing their haunted house scenario, an event designed to instill fear and to bring the lost into the folds of the Church. Following in Trinitys footsteps, dozens of churches all over the country have followed suit, presenting the horrors of sin and the fate of sinners who wont accept Jesus Christ as their personal savior. Click here for the rest of the story.
As a life-long fan of Bela Lugosi, I must admit that this is one of my all-time favorite Lugosi lines. His sinister Good...bye is up there with I dont drink...wine and other lines from Universals Dracula, and its part of what really makes The Devil Bat so fun. Click here for the rest of the story.