Winter, or what passes for winter in the drought-stricken semi-desert this poor pale ghoul inhabits, has arrived, and while the season’s rainfall has been thoroughly underwhelming, there is the occasional morning of grey sky to look forward to. This brief relief from the Dreaded Daystar has turned my thoughts to wintry horror stories and settings.
Between the cloud cover, the hours spent playing Until Dawn with my bestie, and the return of a certain frosty undead army to our TV screens, I thought now would be an appropriate time to write a bit about my favourite winter-centric monsters, creatures and tales. Continue reading →
I recently moved to a new haunt with the Final Guy, which inspired me to write this short listicle:
Mostly active at night
Pale as f@%$
Moves your furniture around at random
Prefers dark places and low temperatures
Compelled to read everything*
Attracted to TV and other electronic devices
Makes spooky noises when upset
Harasses your pets**
Scared of cameras
Hates being sprinkled with salt
Will steal your blanket at 3 in the morning
Often refuses to leave the house
*Some parapsychologists say that because haints are terribly curious, they are compelled to read all text they come across. By papering your walls with newspaper, you can frustrate them and push them to move on. The more you know… **With cuddles.
A little over a year ago, I wrote a short post about Zombie Awareness Month and the dangers of letting oneself be slowly consumed. I wrote it at a time when I felt my fears closing in on me, intent on pulling me apart piece by piece. Quelle dramatique I know, but I’ve found a useful way to help me understand and process the challenges of this past year is to relate them to a zombie invasion scenario.
This guy knows what I’m talking about. (Click here for source)
Long ago, when my hair was brown and my age in single digits, I would dress my motley assortment of Barbie dolls in their fanciest gowns, dab some baby powder on their faces and press a pair of painstakingly-handcrafted Plasticine vampire fangs to their lips. They would all take turns playing the roles of Dracula’s murderous brides and Bram Stoker’s human heroines. It should be noted that they did a commendable job. Continue reading →
“Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that witches are often betrayed by their appetites; dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always; hearts can be well-hidden, and you can betray them with your tongue.”
– Neil Gaiman, Instructions
I emerged from the depths of my desk a few nights ago to drag myself into the living world and watch Lights Out with my fabulous Final Guy.
Based on the elegant short film that led to the feature length production, I was really expecting something a bit smarter and slicker – that said, it was still visually lovely and well-acted, with a few satisfying jump-scares thrown in. The perfect complement to an evening of snuggles and popcorn. Continue reading →
Life has had me by the throat lately, with undeadlines and the like ruling my nights and days. But in the spirit of Zombie Awareness Month, I am attempting to rejoin the world of the living, even if that means nothing more than writing the occasional blog about something I love.
Something to think about in the coming days while rewatching Shaun of the Dead or poring over your favourite chapters of World War Z. Destruction doesn’t always come towards us in the form of a shuffling, brain-hungry horde that we can face head-on with a well-aimed swing of a cricket bat. More often it creeps up on us in more insidious ways and gently eats at us, pulls the life from us mouthful by mouthful, leaving our eyes glassy and our insides empty. It may not fall on us with gnashing teeth and lolling tongues, but be assured it will consume us as inevitably as a pack of Z’s if we fail to fight back.
What’s gnawing at you right now, and what survival strategy do you have in place to take it down? This Zombie Awareness Month, let’s all take a stand against those things that would stealthily eat us alive. Stay strong, my fiends.
While my taste leans decidedly towards the creepy and the kooky, mysterious and spooky, I do also have a soft spot for the prettier and sparklier things in life. And I love how these two aesthetics, the girly and the gruesome, can sit side-by-side in such a way that each complements the other. In the spirit of blending and balancing the two, this latest little exorcise exercise of mine takes its inspiration from the popular “Just Girly Things” meme. By juxtaposing the wording from original Girly Things posts with images from some of my favourite horror movies, I’ve put a dark twist on those more conventionally “girly” moments in everyday life.
I had fun making these Just Ghouly Things, and I hope you spooky sweethearts enjoy them…
Being a writer by day, which keeps me happily occupied out of the sun, I’m familiar with (and enamoured of) the legendary six-word novel, which cuts straight to the heart of a story by telling it in the most succinct way possible. This raw, bare-bones approach to storytelling really lends itself to horror; it can work either by delivering a short, sharp shock, or by leaving your imagination to fill in the darkest gaps.
I’ve been dreaming up some of my own six-word horror stories, and here are (appropriately) six of them: Continue reading →
This first post on my new blog is short, sweet and more than a little spooky – much like myself (see what I did there).
February is Women in Horror Month, which I think makes it a rather auspicious time to be starting my little horror blog. And what better day to begin, than on a Wednesday?
If you like bats and black cats, monster movies, gory comics and cartoon horror, gloomy days and stormy nights, all manner of creepy things, and the strange little girls who write about them – then keep an eye on this blog and share your thoughts with me in the Comments. You can also send spooky Tweets to @GhoulNextD00r, or say my name three times while staring in a mirror, if that’s the kind of thing you’re into.
I look forward to hanging with you (that is a bat joke).