Month: February 2020

It’s Z-s and then S-Z. If I write it down (or type it out) maybe I’ll remember it. Zsasz. As in, Victor Zsasz. He’s a serial killer from the Batman comics. He cuts himself every time he murders somebody, and his body, sporting dozens if not hundreds of scars, testifies to his proficiency. I’ve long…

In a report from the Contemporary Folklore conference covered in issue 388 of FORTEAN TIMES, the go-to magazine for all things paranormal, weird, or unexplained, a complaint is voiced about the “cultural appropriation” of the Wendigo, likening it to the “sexualization” of the Mothman statue in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. (Anything that isn’t outright vandalism…

You may recall the article I posted some time back about the Witherell House in Wisconsin and its connection to Jeffery Dahmer. There *should* have been a link in that article. When I pull it up on my computer, there is one. But I was contacted recently by Charlie Hintz over at the Cult of…

The Devil does enjoy his little jokes. The toe of a boot, kicking me in the side, the butt of a spear jabbing me between the shoulder blades, woke me. A voice, barking commands at me in a language I did not recognize. Cold water rolling over me, retreating. I opened my eyes. I lay…

When I first heard the news that a remake of the classic was underway, my immediate reaction was a scowl and a snarl. Why, why would anybody think this was a good idea? John Carpenter’s 1982 film is one of the true greats of the genre, though it ironically is itself a remake. 1951’s THE…

I happened across this really cool image, a GIF (that means “Graphics Interchange Format” and is pronounced “Jiff”; I know because I looked it up) from MTV’s TEEN WOLF television series. The image, the concept of it, that is, is not original to that show, though. I recognized it immediately as being from an advertisement…

After his daughter was killed by a monster, a beefy barbarian type dedicated his life to killing monsters, keeping their heads as trophies. Years later, he gets his revenge against the one that killed his child, but when he brings its head back to his cottage, things don’t go well. The magic poultice he has…

It’s slow and the ending is anticlimactic. But man, it’s pretty. The Victorians pulled the teeth from our fairytales, which were, in their original forms, pure Horror stories. Modern filmmakers have undertaken the crusade to put those teeth back into them, and GRETEL AND HANSEL largely counts as a success in this quiet cultural and…

I have mentioned before the psychological state in which I found myself while trapped in the form of the Cynocephalus. I can only assume it is the same for all the accursed. Unreasoning, blinding rage, an all-consuming impetus to kill; the bloodlust of the beast leaves no room for rational thought. Most of the time.…

Naked, smeared with blood, the taste of blood—A tinge of sweetness, like grapes…No. That must be only my imagination, tormenting me.—the taste of blood still in my mouth, my eyes raw from weeping, I returned to the water. I intended for myself a final baptism, one wherein I would follow after the Christ in His…