As an extremely independent loner myself, it’s hard to admit that I need other people sometimes. The truth is, while we all need each other, our needs are different from one-another. Some people need a lot of friends and family around them in real life, along with the affection and human touch that generally comes …
In 2007, I took a vacation to a small green cabin in Northern Michigan. The setting inspired me, and I wrote most of the first draft of The Haunting of Cabin Green: A Modern Gothic Horror Novel while sitting inside the cabin. During the next 10 years, I launched a career as a Dark Art …
Winner The winner is Entry #4 by Susan Watters. Congrats! How to Enter Step #1: Download the image. Step #2: Photoshop a ghost into the top-middle window. If you don’t have Photoshop, check out the free graphics editor GIMP. Step #3: Submit your image to me by email. Requirements for submitted file: While the file …
Jason Trost is endlessly fascinating; both as a person and as a filmmaker. Known for his iconic (used for necessity not as a fashion statement) eye patch and smoldering good looks, Trost is a member of a somewhat cinematic dynasty. His brother Brandon Trost is an accomplished cinematographer, their sister Sarah Trost, is a costume …
My quest to discover and share the best in horror photography will reach new heights for the next few days, as I have been given the green light to feature some work created by the insanely talented Clinton Lofthouse. Clinton is a fellow Brit who is not only an accomplished photographer but also a highly …
The new Showtime horror series Penny Dreadful needs no gimmicks. The writing, acting, production, etc. are already top-notch. However, in addition to that, there is a wonderfully open-ended sustainability to the show that they’ve set up. They’ve already shown us vampires, ghosts (?), Frankenstein’s monster, and other possible creatures with an only partially-linear construct to …
It was at the witching hour did she awaken, feeling as if somebody had been sitting over her bed while she was asleep. Yet, when she peered into the darkness, she could make out nothing but the four walls black that surrounded her. It was the witching hour did he awaken, feeling her eyes upon …
In the heart of the city stood a small library, tucked away between an abandoned convenience store and a grotto of trees predominantly used for smoking and drinking. While this library was very indistinct — a dilapidated building that housed the elderly who clung to dusty pages, and the young who sought out memories of …
About two weeks ago, I began a road trip throughout California and Oregon and assured everybody I’d be bringing back ghost stories to share with the readers of this blog. Unfortunately, during my travels, I found very little in the way of horror. Whether it be I was too busy dancing about other people’s living …
