Thursday, October 22, 2015

HALLOWEENIE FUN: FIVE WORD HORROR STORIES


Manitou and Regan have been busy.





Nothing gets in the way of life and Halloween blogging more than.... well, life.

It's a shame we have not been able to post as much as we want. Last year I grooved and ghouled through a pile of books that were considered horrors best. The only book I have I have read so far this October month is Burnt Offerings by Robert Marasco.





The film is an all time favorite.





So when I got the chance to sneak in some reading this was the first thing my fingers rested upon.





Sadly, this looks to be maybe the only book I shall get to read. Even sadder was the fact that it wasn't all that great.





On the writing front I stumble and stagnate even greater. Today being my day off though I thought I would try. Something I saw gave me an even bigger push.







Last season I did a blog of ten word horror stories. That sure was fun.

So then today I saw someone mention five word horror stories. Boy, is that going to be hard!  Fun fun again again though.... and away we go:


1) Woke up smiling. Died laughing.



2) Going to Moms house. Yikes.



3) Beasts fed. Stomach my home.



4) Forest blooming. Ground is bleeding.



5) This apocalypse makes me hungry.



6) Corpses reanimated from Halloween's arrival.



7) The darkness breeds maniacal children.



8) Flesh is gorging itself quietly.



9) Humanity tastes like rotting meat.



10) Cars. Pedestrians. Metal. Bones. Party.



11) Stillborn babies for wicked parents.











Friday, October 16, 2015

FEEEEEEEET LOAF: 'TIS WHAT'S FOR HALLOWEEN DINNER






Chopped at the ankle-
'tis a meaty good loaf-
fit for a stomach-

whether royal or oaf.
Shavings for toe nails-
fruity and ripe-
let us pray in the morning
we won't forget how to wipe.








 Praying in the morning-
it's what we will do-
after eating this feet loaf-
may God help us poo.
May our TP be strong-
and our endurance be lots-
as we sit on the throne-
and wipe off the clots! 







Friday, June 12, 2015

A TRIBUTE TO A NON LIVING AND UNDEAD LEGEND- CHRISTOPHER LEE





I once wrote a dual birthday tribute blog for Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing.

Not only are these two guys horror legends of the finest order, their dates of birth are only a day apart!

How awesome is that?

While Cushing has been gone, and much missed, for several years now Christopher Lee was still rocking on in his 90's.




Literally rocking, I tell you, as he has also been knighted and put out a heavy metal concept album.

Sadly though, all reigns must come to a physical end and Lee is pretty much the final nail in the horror coffin to be hammered into history.

Christopher Lee died quietly at a hospital on June 7th but news of his death only hit the internet yesterday, June 11th.

In the day and age of media scrambling I am not in the least bit certain how his family managed to pull this delay in announcement off but I must say kudos for them! Christopher Lee was, and always will, one of the greatest horror/acting icons of all time and it only seems proper for his family to have a few days to grieve privately before all media Hell can be let loose.

But the news is out now and now grieving is what we all must do. In celebration, of course, because I mean seriously, this man had quite a career.







Years ago he was part of the most elite horror squad known to all kind. Literal royalty along with Peter Cushing, whom he enjoyed a long running friendship with, and Vincent Price. 




Both of those gentlemen have been in the great beyond for some time now and now their friend, and fellow horror legend, has joined them.

His filmography is over 200 strong, this is not even including his television appearances.

He was Dracula.





He was Frankenstein's creature.





He was the Mummy.





He was Sherlock Holmes.





He was Dr. Fu Manchu.





He was Rasputin.





He was the Bloody Judge.






He was Rochefort of the musketeers.





He gave us one of the coolest Bond villians ever in Scaramanga.





He was Dr. Catheter in Gremlins 2.





He was the Burgomaster of Sleepy Hollow.







He was in two of the most successful film franchises of all time, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars

AND

he was Willy Wonka's dad, Wilbur.





He has been Lucifer and Ramses and the President.

He even played Death itself multiple times.

He was a central part of my childhood.

Along with Cushing, Price and Carl Kolchak himself, Darren Mcgavin, Christopher Lee pretty much sealed my early horror fan-dom with a scarlet exclamation point.

I don't think there has been, nor will there ever be, anybody who so truly defines cool and the horror genre itself greater than Christopher Lee.




I am sad to hear of his passing but I am overjoyed that he had such a long and illustrious career and it is with great pride that I offer up this tribute by calling for all who remember him to pay tribute of their own. He has so many great roles to choose from and now, more than ever, seems like a good time to re-visit them.




RIP good sir. It's been a long and terrifying journey with you and though you just left us we miss you already.

But your work lives on.

Hallelujah and Gory be thy name!






Thursday, February 5, 2015

FIVE YEAR FILTH POSSESSED ME AGAIN AGAIN







Hot damn!

Cold sweat.






I'm breaking out in a fever-

you got me possessed.







When I'm with you

my heart is limber-

like a graveyard made of wood

and somebody yelled timber.







The veins are popping up almost right out of my skin-

like snakes crawling all up from underneath-

charmed to the sweet music you're playing.







Like a long distance dedication on the radio of my heart-

crusted-

dusted-

from the fading static-

my knobs no longer busted.







Now I'm shaking in my boots-

like a bowl filled with Elvis jello.


You got me turning-

burning-

no longer yearning-

twisted up and chewed-

spit out on the table top-

ready to be devoured-


by you YOU and ONLY YOU! 






Now I'm just like a pretzel-

all hot with fire and ready to be lathered in your special sauce.






 

Gimme a shot of that love from your pea popping pistol-

my head turns right 'round baby 'round-








and before I know it-

whoops there I go

falling down the steps-

to lay in wait-

knowing that as long as you wear your filthy frightgown







you'll come on down

to pick me up-

and spider walk right into the black hole of my soul-








so I can be possessed

again again-






again.


***In celebration of our first five filthy years tou-gether. We're just getting started.

From Manitou,

with love,

to Filthy Regan.***




Saturday, October 18, 2014

HALLOWEEN POETRY- THE SWINGER





Swing me to the moon-
maybe grab a star-
I'm a freak and I love it-
I don't need a car.
My mind says it will take me-
anywhere I please-
my face looks like a meat cake
and my breath smells just like cheese.
Some would call me tasty-
others find me vile-
I like to think I'm golden
underneath this putrid pile.
Flesh won't make a difference-
I'm happy as can be-
that's why every night I'm out here-
swinging from this tree.

SLICES OF HALLOWEEN- BEZZLE AND OOZI


I had tried everything from dating services to crags list with the hopes of meeting my dream girl. None had worked and I was beginning to think the secret to finding true love was going to be one that stayed well kept. That is, away from me. I would have never thought the answer was so simple. One day, while grocery shopping, I was standing in the produce section and down the aisle walked the most beautiful woman that my eyes had ever set upon. We played a friendly game of bumper carts and that was all she wrote.

I knew from the first minute that we met she was the one I had been searching for my whole life.

The relationship seemed to progress near perfect for about a month. I say near perfect because.... well, there was one thing that I found peculiar. We were always hanging at my place or meeting somewhere. We never went to her place. She said that she had one. But whenever the subject came up she uttered something about a crazy roommate and changed the subject. Days would go by without a word said on the matter. But it just always kept coming back up again. I confronted her about it head on one night. In the end all was revealed and it wasn't anything like what I had thought to be the case. She had kids and she was too embarrassed to tell me. I just had to laugh at that. I was running scenarios far worse than that around in my head.

We talked, then laughed, then kissed. The conversation turned out so festive she said that I absolutely had to come home with her right now and meet the kids. This got such a laugh out of me I nearly sharted my pants. Thankfully, I didn't.

When we got to her place she started to get nervous again for some reason.

"I'm worried that you will not understand," she said.

I put my arms around her and pulled her close.

"I love kids!" I said, with more relish than a hot dog at a ball game.

That got the biggest smile from her that I had ever seen.

She opened the door and when we stepped inside the first thing I smelled was the most putrid and intense fecal matter stink I had ever been exposed to. I mean, damn.... I had a friends kid shit on me once. That was nothing compared to this. I almost vomited, but I really wanted this meeting to be a good one.

"Let me see the little monsters!" I yelled.

This caused her to start crying and she pulled away from me as the door slammed shut.

I looked around for a second but then I had to squint my eyes because the shit smell was making them water.

There was a scuffling over on the floor. I walked in the living room, and even though my eyes were only barely open I could make out a few things-

-the walls were covered with-

something dark.

Shit?

Blood?

Both, maybe?

I tried to open them a little wider but it was hard. I was blinded for a second and then I nearly tripped over something-

-a loud noise!

Was that a firetruck?

A siren was going off in the room.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I forced my eyes open. No matter how painful it was I was going to see-

-something-

What the-?!

The television was on-

-it looked like there was some kind of horror movie on the screen-

I saw deformed flesh-

-I heard growling-

-then blood and screaming!

What the hell were they watching?!

A hand grabbed my leg-

I looked down-

it looked more like a claw-

I saw a face-

a green face!

It was cackling-

a demon laugh from Hell!

I felt her hand on my back as she came up behind me.

"These are my little monsters," she said.

Her voice oozed pride. Just as the faces of her kids oozed fluids. They were both green, with cracked flesh. Eyes that were way too big for the tiny skulls and sockets that held them. Their clothes were so filthy they looked as if they had been wearing them for a year.

One of them walked right up to me and rubbed its claw on my leg.

"Eggs!" It yelled with hideous glee.

As the little creature continued to scratch its claw across my leg the other one rolled over on its head and stuck its ass in the air. I felt blood on my legs from the scratching, but I was too transfixed to do anything about it.

The other thing spread its ass cheeks apart with its fingers and let loose the most horrific sounding fart I had ever heard in my entire life. With its cheeks thrust as high up as they could go the fart emitted leakage that began to spray all over the floor and wall. I was both horrified and in awe of this spectacle.

"This little guy is Oozi," She said.


I had met the woman of my dreams and these were her kids. If I wanted this relationship to work I would have to love them. As of this moment that seemed impossible.

I looked over at her and whimpered.

She was beaming with obvious pride.

"What did you do, have sex with the devil?" I squeezed through my lips, though they were pressed as tight as a tourniquet.

She laughed. It was the same demonic cackling that her kids had.

"How did you know?"

I was floored.

All their laughs amplified as they echoed in my brain. I reached down and touched the one who had been petting my legs on its head.

"Good boy," I said.

I was trying to be nice. But I really was uncomfortable. I felt as if I were petting a rabid animal.

The baby thing made a gurgling sound and then banged both its claws on my legs.

"Eggs!" It yelled again.

She slipped her arm around my waist.

"He likes you," she said.

"Ya think?" I stammered.

"Oh yes," she said,"He rarely takes to anyone. But he adores you. A mother knows these things."

I could not help but laugh at this.

Pretty soon we were all laughing.

"I'm glad you met them," she said with relief.

She bent down and picked the one clawing my legs up in her arms.

"He's my oldest. Bezzle."

She cooed into its ear.

"Bezzle meet Steven. Steven-"

She turned towards me and held the thing out as if she expected me to take it. It was covered with vomit and feces. The thought of even touching it seemed about as enticing as bathing in its fluids to me.

"-Meet Bezzle."

"He's so cute," She said, as she continued to push it towards me.

I was trying to work up my nerve to hold it.

"Yeah, he's...."

I choked back my vomit.

"-Adorable."

I looked at the two of them and tried to see a resemblance. There was none that I could see.

"He must take after his father," I gulped as I took him in my arms.







Friday, October 17, 2014

HALLOWEEN POETRY- MY FEET





Check out my feet-
with cuts and rot-
they may not be pretty
but they're all I got-
bow to my filth
and lick my toes-
gets my heart pumping-
juice filled flows.
A tongue to the ankle-
straight across bone-
really gets me going
in the horny feet zone-
blood on your lips-
rubbing with paws-
whether straight on flesh
or felt through gauze-
adoration required-
like carnivores dig meat-
I need you to come over
and make love to my feet.