Creepy presents Bernie Wrightson

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Hi kiddies and welcome back to the greatest horror blog ever done in the history of the universe.  I realize that it has been a fairly long time and nothing has been happening here, but that stretch of desert is behind us.  You can expect lots of way cooler shit starting now.

To kick it off I have banged out this video showing one of my favorite possessions.  this is Dark Horse’s hardcover collection of the “best of” Bernie Wrightson’s stuff from the original Warren Publications “Creepy” and “Eerie” horror magazines. If you like it too, then you will want to be clicking the links under the video and getting yourself a copy.

Doing so also helps to support my blog habit, and encourages me to be even more exciting in the future.  (Although I am planning more excitement anyway.)

 

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All Hail The New Plugin

This post exists for the sole purpose of my testing this new plugin.

“What the fuck does it do?”, I hear you cry.

“Calm down Timmy.  And put your pants back on.”  It is supposed to allow my images to come up in a lightbox.  Obviously all of this is being written with no idea if it will work or not.  If it does, this my or may not remain here.

But it’s important to make sure that each post has something in it other then just a picture or search engines get pissed.  They suck anyway so I shouldn’t care but I need the typing practice and I suppose I am procrastinating a tad.

So, foregoing additional ado, here it is…

click this to see if it works

Dick

New horror Fiction For You

Whilst tooling wildly around the net to try to sate your voracious appetites for all things scary, I perchanced to discover this lovely book review.  I have printed the entire post here and you can also go see it on the original blog here.

Book Review: Cemetary Club – Author JG Faherty
Posted on 03/15/2012 by Dave Gammon One comment

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By JG Faherty

Faherty’s latest effort is spell binding terror with a paranormal slant with tons of twists and turns. Often thought provoking and spine tingling several prominent themes are introduced simultaneously. Who wouldn’t love a good ghost, ancestry, paranormal, zombie tale right? Toss in a few skeletons in the closet and it seems we have ourselves a blue print for thrill ride into the mind and imagination of one JG Faherty.

The premise of cemetery club is complex and chock full of action for a novella lengthed piece. Perhaps what I admire most about this author is their ability to cut through the unnecessary nonsense of exposition and cut right to the chase as they say in Horrorwood. We’re kept mesmerized in frenzied heart racing fashion turning page after page to find out the ultimate fate of our protagonists. What Faherty can achieve in two hundred fifty pages or less many contemporary authors drag out for six, seven hundred pages. In a society that is fixated on twitter, facebook, texting, instant messaging, on-line gaming etc, etc the attention span of the average Joe or Josephine is diminished more rapidly among the ages. JG seems to have a firm grasp on this conception and plays his story telling cards well.

Our tale ignites in colonial 1779, the village of Rocky Pointe. The town’s eccentric evangelist Nathaniel Randolph smythes the patrons of Martha’s Tavern incriminating one and all as harlots, jezebels and glutens of the flesh. Predicting an eternity of damnation he ridicules the inhabitants before being tossed out. Upon departing he sets the tavern a blaze.

Rocky Point, 1847 the reverend Hollister Randolph, son of late Nathaniel feebly protests the burning of the towns sanctuary for those plagued with leprosy. Mayor Boyd instigates the burning with his fatal approval.

Transcend onto Rocky Point 1922. Dr. Grover Lillian secretly conducts experiments on fifty patients of the Wood Hill Sanitarium, hoping to find a cure for small pox. The vaccine is trial and not federal approved. Realizing his testing is unethical as the body count rises he begins to bury the bodies beneath the bowels of the asylum. Ultimately Dr. Lillian murders his assistant before pulling the trigger on himself rather than facing the consequences of his actions

Our plot moves to the present where Todd Randolph has just been released from the same institution, Wood Hill Sanitarium after being incarcerated for the past twenty years. Todd suffered from delusions in the public eye claiming demons that he had released were responsible for all the Rocky Point murders. Enter Dr. Eli Sloan who had conducted his own experiments responsible for over sixty deaths within the mental hospital. Now twenty years later Pete Webster an Frank Adams two of Heaven’s Gate cemetery groundskeepers fall prey to unholy visitors all over again.

Gradually one by one The Cemetery Club, a group of misfit, ostracized founded in their youth reunite including Todd a broken man child released into society, Miles a high profile big apple attorney, Marisol the local coroner and John a homeless victim of his own demise. Together they strategically plan to over throw the minions of hell. They feel their responsible for the strange occurrences in Rocky Point, having opened a porthole by a Ouija session deep within the confines of a mausoleum, their regular meeting point as adolescents.

While the body count rises and they run out of time and resources will it prove to be too much of a mountain to climb to save Rocky Point?

Faherty’s depiction of lineage between family ancestry and present day sense paints a foreboding situation for our protagonists that illustrates and reinforces the plausibility factor unto readers. We find ourselves in need of finding our more of the family’s roots and how they affect our main characters current dilemma.

The rivalry between the local police department and the club is timeless and a necessary element in laying our effective fiction. The author’s use of multilayered conflicts within this tale is impressive considering its relatively modest length.

The relationship that builds between Miles and Marisol is heartfelt and encouraging for those who aspire to find the boy who gets the girl in the end tale.

The attacks and deaths inflicted from the spirits and undead are creepy, disturbing and unsettling which just makes for good old fashioned horror. While delving deeper into the club I found I only had one very minor irritation that dissolved as time wore on. I found there was an overindulgent amount of characters introduced cluttering the reader’s mind and inevitably causing confusion. It is difficult to form any imaginative bond or sense of relation with the characters if we do not get to know them and they’re slaughtered as quickly as introduced. In hindsight it is evident why this approach was utilized to create an ominous back drop for our antagonists fuelling their vengeance in disrupting their infinite resting grounds. There’s a delicate balance here and in the final hour I feel JG has pulled it off without a hitch. I would however recommend for future endeavors to be weary of introducing too many characters otherwise our readers get lost and I fear that defeats the ultimate premise for an otherwise phenomenal paranormal piece.

JG Faherty has initiated an impressive following into The Cemetery Club. With spine tingling, hair raising suspense I look forward to his next tale.

Book Review: Cemetary Club – Author JG Faherty

The Doom That Came to Nasty Horror

I recently decided to overhaul the site and make it a bit less vulnerable to hack attacks. I also wanted to create new sections for pin ups, art and horror stories.

As I began this task things seemed to be going well. Then something happened.

At first I didn’t think it was possible, then as the realization hit me, I my head filled with pressure. My guts wrenched as I strained to hold back the vomit. I tried desperately to save the posts. The Posts!! But alas they were gone. Every fucking one of them. Instantly, One second they were here than next, gone. As though they never were.

I had no back ups. So I am trying to recreate everything form the wayback machine.

I have been without sleep for several days now and I shot a quick video where I tried to explain this, but I was so overcome by the horror of it all that it came out like this…

Till next time, always back up everything, and be nice to each other.