Environmental impact aside, the practice of permanent corpse preservation is bad because the former practice it replaced whereby burial was just a temporary measure to let you rot without stinking up the place, and once the worms had finished eating your flesh they’d dig you up and use your bones to decorate an ossuary is objectively metal as fuck. Maybe I want to be a skull chandelier when I die.
You are not alone. Something is beneath the old wooden boards; it has always been there. Sometimes, if your eyes are quick enough, you might see its long, jagged fingers poking through the cracks in the porch boards, reaching for your boots. Keep an eye out, do not let them get too close.
Be aware of the sounds you hear. Something might very well be sneaking up on you. Keep your ears sharp.
Noises from beyond the treeline should be considered with a grain of salt. Do not move from your place at the sound of a scream, that is how they lure you in. Not all screams are screams and not all laughter is joyful.
Play music loudly and often. Whether it be from your guitar or your ancient radio, the noise will distract you from the insane chorus beyond your property.
I know you might think that the noise might draw unwanted attention but be assured; whatever is out there has already seen you. It knows you are there. All you can do now is drown out its voice.
Should someone approach you, watch their feet. If you can’t see any, get your shotgun ready.
There will be a figure standing at the treeline. I will save you the trouble of finding out, yes it is wearing a sheet and yes it is watching you. Try your best to ignore it, it shouldn’t come any closer, but should you find yourself dragged towards it, be sure you are laden with rolls of string.
Extend no kindness to any creature that drags itself to your steps. It may seem cruel to turn away a wounded stray dog but when the thing sheds its skin to stand at its full height (the young stand a good 8ft) and shrieks at you in your mother’s voice, you will know you did the right thing.
The light from your porch acts like a beacon in a storm and many will follow it to your door. You will see many things that have loped their way through the woods, things that do not belong here. It is at your discretion how you treat them but be wise and do nothing for free or out of kindness. You do not want any of the things to be in your debt, lest they return to repay you.
The sign hung awkwardly, nailed to the trunk of an old, warped tree.
“the woods are full”
They tossed it aside as they made their way to the camp site, never questioning what the woods might be full of, or who had written the sign. They’d look back on that moment, later.
31 Days of Horror → Day 8 - ALIENS (1986) Dir. James Cameron
Goat was acting really strange, pointing to the smiley face on his arm and insisting its where he is from…
October 2020 sketches aka ‘fancy birdman month’
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Color Out of Space (2019)
Dir. Richard Stanley
The ghosts of Crimson Peak all fit within the style of the film but are different in the way they are categorized by three different colors: red, black, and white. Each color has its own meaning for the fate of the ghost after death … Red ghosts are people who are trapped at Allerdale Hall. Black ghosts are people who choose to stay. White ghosts are people who choose to leave.
CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro
A rare 1-parter!
There is still an addendum tho
A villager in mourning, the last one at the grave…