Thursday, May 30, 2019

Brutal, Bizarre, and Beautiful


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Monday, May 27, 2019

Cannibalism Facts and Details


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Saturday, May 25, 2019

Thursday, May 23, 2019

20+ Images Of New LEGO ‘STRANGER THINGS’ Upside Down Set






















From the website: LEGO – it’s not just for children. 
Horror fans of all ages will be foaming at the mouth to get their hands on this incredible new LEGO set based on acclaimed Netflix show Stranger Things. As well as a fitting tribute to the show, the set is also an incredible LEGO design – with two sides of a creepy world forming a suspended mirror image. Here’s over 20 images of the set, so that you can appreciate all the details.

Saturday, May 18, 2019

The Shocking Truth TV Series

I just discovered this series on REELZ (via cable, DirectTV channel 238). And I immediately binged on it.

According to IMDB: The Shocking Truth is a compelling documentary series that digs deep into notorious real-life murders and paranormal events and explores how Hollywood turned them into its most memorable thrillers.

Such pairings of murderers to movies include H. H. Holmes and "Saw", the Gainesville Ripper and "Scream", Ted Bundy and "The Silence of the Lambs", and Ed Gein and "Psycho". These are only a few. There are two seasons' worth in all. 

If you haven't seen any of these, I highly recommend that you do. They're graphic yet interesting. And, shockingly enough, very entertaining.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Court rules that mansion’s portal to hell not valid reason for buyer backing out of real estate deal




























VANCOUVER – A BC court has ruled that nondisclosure of the existence of a portal to  on a property does not entitle the purchaser to a refund of their deposit if they chose to terminate the deal.

Read the whole article here.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

The Hierophant’s Daughter, The Disgraced Martyr Trilogy, Book One, by M. F. Sullivan


The Hierophant’s Daughter
The Disgraced Martyr Trilogy
Book One
by M. F. Sullivan



Genre: LGBTQ Horror/Cyberpunk

Publisher: Painted Blind Publishing
Date of Publication: May 19th, 2019
ISBN: 9780996539579
Number of pages: 298 (Paperback)
Word Count: about 100,000
Cover Artist: Nuno Moreira

Tagline: Dive into the first volume of a bleak cyberpunk tahgmahr you can't afford to miss. What would you sacrifice to survive?

Book Description:

By 4042 CE, the Hierophant and his Church have risen to political dominance with his cannibalistic army of genetically modified humans: martyrs. In an era when mankind's intergenerational cold wars against their long-lived predators seem close to running hot, the Holy Family is poised on the verge of complete planetary control. It will take a miracle to save humanity from extinction.

It will also take a miracle to resurrect the wife of 331-year-old General Dominia di Mephitoli, who defects during martyr year 1997 AL in search of Lazarus, the one man rumored to bring life to the dead. With the Hierophant's Project Black Sun looming over her head, she has little choice but to believe this Lazarus is really all her new friends say he is--assuming he exists at all--and that these companions of hers are really able to help her. From the foulmouthed Japanese prostitute with a few secrets of her own to the outright sapient dog who seems to judge every move, they don't inspire a lot of confidence, but the General has to take the help she can get.

After all, Dominia is no ordinary martyr. She is THE HIEROPHANT'S DAUGHTER, and her Father won't let her switch sides without a fight. Not when she still has so much to learn.

The dystopic first entry of an epic cyberpunk trilogy, THE HIEROPHANT’S DAUGHTER is a horror/sci-fi adventure sure to delight and inspire adult readers of all stripes.

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Excerpt:
The Flight of the Governess


Ah, not Cassandra! Wake not her
Whom God hath maddened, lest the foe
Mock at her dreaming. Leave me clear
From that one edge of woe.
O Troy, my Troy, thou diest here
Most lonely; and most lonely we
The living wander forth from thee,
And the dead leave thee wailing!
—Euripides, The Trojan Women


The Disgraced Governess of the United Front was blind in her right eye. Was that blood in the left, or was it damaged, too? The crash ringing in her ears kept her from thinking straight. Of course her left eye still worked: it worked well enough to prevent her from careening into the trees through which she plunged. Yet, for the tinted flecks of reality sometimes twinkling between crimson streaks, she could only imagine her total blindness with existential horror. Would the protein heal the damage? How severely was her left eye wounded? What about the one she knew to be blind—was it salvageable? Ichigawa could check, if she ever made it to the shore.
She couldn’t afford to think that way. It was a matter of “when,” not of “if.” She would never succumb. Neither could car accident, nor baying hounds, nor the Hierophant himself keep her from her goal. She had fourteen miles to the ship that would whisk her across the Pacific and deliver her to the relative safety of the Risen Sun. Then the Lazarene ceremony would be less than a week away. Cassandra’s diamond beat against her heart to pump it into double time, and with each double beat, she thought of her wife (smiling, laughing, weeping when she thought herself alone) and ran faster. A lucky thing the Governess wasn’t human! Though, had she remained human, she’d have died three centuries ago in some ghetto if she’d lived past twenty without becoming supper. Might have been the easier fate, or so she lamented each time her mind replayed the crash of the passenger-laden tanque at fifth gear against the side of their small car. How much she might have avoided!
Of course—then she never would have known Cassandra. That made all this a reasonable trade. Cold rain softened the black earth to the greedy consistency of clay, but her body served where her eyes failed. The darkness was normally no trouble, but now she squinted while she ran and, under sway of a dangerous adrenaline high, was side-swiped by more than one twisting branch. The old road that was her immediate goal, Highway 128, would lead her to the coast of her favorite Jurisdiction, but she now had to rediscover that golden path after the crash’s diversion. In an effort to evade her pursuers, she had torn into a pear orchard without thought of their canine companions. Not that the soldiers of the Americas kept companions like Europa’s nobles. These dogs were tools. Well-honed, organic death machines with a cultivated taste for living flesh, whether martyr or human. The dogs understood something that most had forgotten: the difference between the two was untenable. Martyrs could tell themselves they were superior for an eternity, but it wouldn’t change the fact that the so-called master race and the humans they consumed were the same species.
That was not why Cassandra had died, but it hadn’t contributed to their marital bliss. And now, knowing what she did of the Hierophant’s intentions—thinking, always, what Cassandra would have said—the Governess pretended she was driven by that ghost, and not by her own hopelessness. Without the self-delusion, she was a victim to a great many ugly thoughts, foremost among them being: Was the fear of life after her wife’s death worth such disgrace? A death sentence? Few appreciated what little difference there was between human and martyr, and fewer cared, because caring was fatal. But she was a part of the Holy Family. Shouldn’t that have been all that mattered? Stunning how, after three centuries, she deserved to be treated no better than a human. Then again, there was nothing quite like resignation from one’s post to fall in her Father’s estimate. Partly, he was upset by her poor timing—she did stand him up at some stupid press event, but only because she hoped it would keep everybody occupied while she got away. In that moment, she couldn’t even remember what it was. Dedicating a bridge? Probably. Her poor head, what did the nature of the event matter when she was close to death?
That lapse in social graces was not the reason for this hunt. He understood that more lay behind her resignation than a keening for country life. Even before he called her while she and the others took the tanque to the coast, he must have known. Just like he must have known the crash was seconds from happening while he chatted away, and that the humans in her company, already nervous to be within a foot of the fleeing Governess, were doomed.
Of the many people remaining on Earth, those lumped into the group of “human” were at constant risk of death, mutilation, or—far worse—unwilling martyrdom. This meant those humans lucky enough to avoid city-living segregation went to great lengths to keep their private properties secure. Not only houses but stables. The Disgraced Governess found this to be true of the stables into which she might have stumbled and electrocuted herself were it not for the bug zaps of rain against the threshold’s surface. Her mind made an instinctive turn toward prayer for the friendliness of the humans in the nearby farmhouse—an operation she was quick to abort. In those seconds (minutes?) since the crash, she’d succeeded in reconstructing the tinted windows of the tanque and a glimpse of silver ram’s horns: the Lamb lurked close enough to hear her like she spoke into his ear. It was too much to ask that he be on her side tonight.
Granted, the dogs of the Lamb were far closer, and far more decisive about where their loyalties stood. One hound sank its teeth into her ankle, and she, crying out, kicked the beast into its closest partner with a crunch. Slower dogs snarled outrage in the distance while the Disgraced Governess ran to the farmhouse caught in her left periphery. The prudent owners, to her frustration, shuttered their windows at night. Nevertheless, she smashed her fist against the one part of the house that protruded: the doorbell required by the Hierophant’s “fair play” dictatum allowing the use of electronic barriers. As the humans inside stumbled out of bed in response to her buzzing, the Disgraced Governess unholstered her antique revolver and unloaded two rounds into the recovered canines before they were upon her. The discharge wasn’t a tip-off she wanted to give to the Lamb and her other pursuers, but it hastened the response of the sleeping farmers as the intercom crackled to life.
“Who is it?” A woman’s voice, quivering with an edge of panic.
“My name is Dominia di Mephitoli: I’m the former Governess of the United Front, and I need to borrow a horse. Please. Don’t let me in. Just drop the threshold on your stables.”
“The Governess? I’m sorry, I don’t understand. The Dominia di Mephitoli, really? The martyr?”
“Yes, yes, please. I need a horse now.” Another dog careened around the corner and leapt over the bodies of his comrades with such grace that she wasted her third round in the corpses. Two more put it down as she shouted into the receiver. “I can’t transfer you any credits because they’ve frozen my Halcyon account, but I’ll leave you twenty pieces of silver if you drop the threshold and loan me a horse. You can reclaim it at the docks off Bay Street, in the township of Sienna. Please! He’ll kill me.”
“And he’ll be sure to kill us for helping you.”
“Tell him I threatened you. Tell him I tricked you! Anything. Just help me get away!”
“He’ll never believe what we say. He’ll kill me, my husband, our children. We can’t.”
“Oh, please. An act of mercy for a dying woman. Please, help me leave. I can give you the name of a man in San Valentino who can shelter you and give you passage abroad.”
“There’s no time to go so far south. Not as long as it takes to get across the city.”
It had been ten seconds since she’d heard the last dog. That worried her. With her revolver at the ready, she scanned the area for something more than the quivering roulette blotches swelling in her right eye. Nothing but the dead animals. “He’ll kill you either way. For talking to me, and not keeping me occupied until his arrival. For knowing that there’s disarray in his perfect land. He’ll find a reason, even if it only makes sense to him.”
The steady beat of rain pattered out a passive answer. On the verge of giving up, Dominia stepped back to ready herself for a fight—and the house’s threshold dropped with an electric pop. The absent mauve shimmer left the façade bare. How rare to see a country place without its barrier! A strange thing. Stranger for the front door to open; she’d only expected them to do away with the threshold on the stables.
But, rather than the housewife she’d anticipated, there stood the Hierophant. Several bleak notions clicked into place.
One immaculate gray brow arched. “Now, Dominia, that’s hardly fair. Knowledge of your disgrace isn’t why I’ll kill them. The whole world will know of it tomorrow morning. You embarrassed me by sending your resignation, rather than making the appearance I asked of you, so it is only fair I embarrass you by rejecting your resignation and firing you publicly. No, my dear. I will kill these fine people to upset you. In fact, Mr. McLintock is already dead in the attic. A mite too brave. Of course”—he winked, and whispered in conspiracy—“don’t tell them that.”
“How did you know I’d come here?”
“Such an odd spurt of rain tonight. Of all your Jurisdictions, this one is usually so dry this time of year! Won’t you come in for tea? Mrs. McLintock brews a fine pot. But put that gun away. You’re humiliating yourself. And me.”



About the Author:


M.F. Sullivan is the author of Delilah, My Woman, The Lightning Stenography Device, and a slew of plays in addition to the Trilogy. She lives in Ashland, Oregon with her boyfriend and her cat, where she attends the local Shakespeare Festival and experiments with the occult.

Find more information about her work (and plenty of free essays) at https://www.paintedblindpublishing.com



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Monday, May 13, 2019

Monday Movie Review - WHAT THE WATERS LEFT BEHIND

You know how, if a book or movie becomes a smash hit, a hundred knock-offs will soon follow to try and take advantage of that success? Well, consider this movie number one hundred and one.

This movie's cool title, cover art, and premise sounded interesting enough for me to rent it. Several young (and one slightly older) adults head for Epecuen, Argentina to do a documentary about the place, with regards as to its impact on those who lived there. The site is a real location. In fact, check it out and read about its history. It's rather fascinating.

What I didn't expect was to find myself watching another version of "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

Now, I have to admit, it wasn't a bad little movie. There were some good effects. The acting was okay, if a bit over the top in some places. And it's in Spanish with English subtitles (for those of you who prefer the dubbed versions.) 


If you don't mind watching a Spanish version of TTCM, go for it. Otherwise my recommendation is that you:


Saturday, May 11, 2019

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Bring Back Fear Films


Time to follow BRING BACK FEAR FILMS
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Monday, May 6, 2019

Monday Movie Review - SUSPIRIA (2018)



I have never seen the first SUSPIRIA, nor the other two original films of this trilogy by Dario Argento. It was word of mouth that got me interested enough in renting this flick, plus the fact that there were some well-known actresses in it.

Do you remember me saying my recommendation is largely based on whether or not the movie "sticks" with me after viewing it? I must admit this film left a lasting impression on me, and that's saying a lot. Not because of the incredible photography, not because of the acting, but because of the gradual build-up to the final act. An act that both grossed me out and kept me glued to the screen.

A brief synopsis is this: an American girl gets accepted into a premiere German dance school. It is the 70s, and themes of destruction and death during political upheavals at that time are played throughout the film.

While the girl is learning the ropes, she begins to feel as if there is much more to the the dance academy than being just a school for dance. That there could be an evil and dark malevolence behind the teachers. What she inevitably learns is more horrifying, until she learns how it can be handled.

I had to go back and re-watch the first part of the movie, in order to grasp what I saw later in the film. Although I still have some confusion regarding the Mother, a quick internet check helped to clear that up.

The brutality is vivid. There are no holds barred. This isn't you average hack-and-slash movie. This is well-crafted gore to the point of being an art form. And although I personally have no desire (at the moment) to see the movie again, my recommendation is that you





Saturday, May 4, 2019

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Artist Unknown


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