This video’s got it all: Elvira, a blooper reel from one of her movies, a short history of American horror cinema and a trip to Transylvania. Check it out!
My favourite kind of horror story is short and packed with discomfort, gore and narrative. This horror short video is a perfect example.
Did you grow up reading a storybook version of Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market?
My Dad and a good friend of mine have visited the Capuchin Crypt in Rome, and they both only had intriguing and good things to say about the site. They spoke about their visits like they had entered a different realm of existence—being surrounded by all of those dead people. I dream of honeymooning to Rome one day and, believe you me, this will be our first stop!
In honor of my going to the Rue Morgue Dark Carnival Expo in Hamilton, Ontario, in July (I’m very excited!), here is an excerpt from a ghost story from that town from the Cold Spot Paranormal Research blog:
“So fast forward a little bit, Christmas season fast approaching. We’ve settled in now. We’ve heard noises that we can’t explain, we hear footsteps in the middle of the night. We assume it’s just our imaginations. We have a Christmas party. A good friend of ours comes up to my wife and says, ‘This house is haunted.’ ‘Why do you say that?’ my wife asks. ‘Well I just watched as that door slammed shut!’ He was speaking of the same door that caused me so much paranoia when we first moved in. Prior to this we’ve told no one of our dealings with this situation. He would not be the last to tell us how creepy our home was.
A few days later after the party it’s around nine o’clock at night. Our kids are in bed. My wife and I are sitting in the living room watching TV when all of a sudden the room goes dark. The tv turned off, the Christmas tree lights go off and the window Christmas lights go off. We automatically think power outage but soon realize it’s just the living room. So I try to turn the TV back on, it doesn’t work. It is then that I discover it is unplugged, as is every other item in the living room. All the Christmas lights are individually unplugged. I felt this really horrible chill run down my neck as I realized there is absolutely no logical explanation of what had just occurred and as I’m considering this the back bedroom door closed. We heard it click. It was once again locked.”