Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Day 4 of Halloween: Alfred Hitchcock Presents "A Little Sleep"

 "A fickle young woman gets entangled in a web of crime and deceit at her remote mountain cabin."

Reminiscent of a gothic romance rich in deceit and danger, you'll love this episode from the amazing Alfred Hitchcock Presents series!  Watch it HERE!

Day 5 of Halloween: Top 5 Free Haunted House 3D Horror Games (Vol.2)


This is the second installment of haunted house, virtual mystery games.  Five games you can play FREE from online.  So go ahead...begin your haunted house mystery!  Click HERE for full video and info!

Day 6 of Halloween: Top 5 Free Haunted House 3D Horror Games (Vol.1)

Do you enjoy haunted houses?  Virtual tours or PC games?  How about a good, interactive mystery, and all for free?

You could be playing a virtual haunted house mystery in literally minutes.  Click HERE for the top 5 virtual haunted house games that are FREE online!

Day 7 of Halloween: Boris Karloff's Thriller - "Parasite Mansion"

Witches, family curses, poltergeists, and a case of stigmata?  What if you found yourself driving down an isolated road one night, and after being shot at and badly hurt, you find yourself locked in an old ramshackle house full of crazies, with no way of escape?  Watch a real life romance novel unfold in this eery episode from the classic show 'Thriller.'

I was hoping the video would embed and you could watch straight from the blog, but it appears it's been copyrighted. So please click HERE to watch the full episode for free!

Day 8 of Halloween: The Haunted Tour of Rose Mansion

For months you've had your tickets for the haunted tour of Rose Mansion.  It's only the most talked about, haunted attraction in all the region.  Of course, the large house gained it's notoriety from the old stories about the tortured spirit of Madame Rosie.

The old legend states that upon her wedding day, her groom was killed.  Spectators and wedding guests say Rosie lost her grip on reality shortly after the news.  Then, suddenly one day, she vanished in the night.  Right into thin air!  Some say she killed herself, others think she accidentally locked herself in a secret passage somewhere in the house...some even say she's still alive inside there, hiding away from the the reality of the real world, living in the continued fantasy of her dead lover's arms.

Whatever the mystery, you're about to see the house first hand!  The wait is finally over, the gates are opening, your tour guide has arrived!

The gates creak open and you slowly make your way to the stairs of the dark mansion...
 As the old house comes into view, you experience a deepening sense of foreboding.  The fog adds an eerie effect to the abandoned tombstones that surround the house.  You almost feel like turning back, but you are afraid you might look you meander on...
The front doors of the mansion are covered in cobwebs.  You can't begin to imagine what creatures (real of alive) await you in this rambling old icon of history...
 The first stop is the foyer.  As you stand looking upon the remains of a room that once housed the hushed, lively footsteps of visitors, an apparition appears...

Everyone gasps as the eery outline of a ghostly presence appears...she seems to be searching the room with her candelabra...the hushed whispers of other tourists say it is the restless spirit of Rosie, searching for her lost lover.  But as quickly as it is gone.  
Next stop is the sitting room.  You feel as if you've fallen through a rabbit hole of time, what with the beautiful midevil mantel place and the vintage decorations.  Wait!  What was that?  You could have sworn the eyes of the portraits were moving with you across the room.  You feel it must be your imagination, that couldn't really happen, could it?
As you move along the room, looking at the various trinkets in their original place-settings, you are definitely for sure that the eyes of the old man in the portrait are real...and they are watching your every move!
The tour guide leads you on into the kitchen, noting that this part of the mansion has fallen a bit into disrepair due to lack of use and the desire to keep the house in it's original shape hinders any remodeling.  You notice the creaky floorboards below your feet and hope it can hold your weight...
As you glance around you can almost imagine how lively the kitchen must have once been, especially on the day of Rosie's the fresh birds might have hung from the ceiling, a full pantry full of food, stove full of wood awaiting the servants hands to light.  And beautiful Rosie in her curls and white excited for a future of happiness to come.  You glance around and note that there are no ghosts in any corners...
The next stop is the dining room.  As the group of tourists take in the eloquently set table with it's fine china and silver spoons, apparitions begin to appear from out of thin air...
As if on cue, the lights flicker and everything goes dark.  Out of the darkness you see hte face of an elderly old woman, grotesque and twisted in death.  She lights the candles of a phantom wedding cake.  The audience gasps...the tour guide explains this is the ghost of Rosie's beloved cook Mildred.  Mildred served as Rosie's best friend, confidant, and cook.  Legend tales that upon the disappearance of Rosie, Mildred soon died of a broken heart.  She was laid to rest in the graveyard at the rear of the houses.  She is said to still walk these halls, replaying the last day with Rosie, baking cakes, fixing the wedding dinner, calling out to Rosie in the abandoned hallways of the upper rooms...
The lights flash back on, the ghost of Mildred disappears, but you watch as the phantom wedding guests eat their meal, their faces veiled in sadness.  A groom is dead, his bride unconscious and blithering...there is no celebration at this dinner table.  You watch a few minutes longer as the apparitions disappear, leaving only the oppressive feel of dense air in a too-hot room.
Next stop is the music room, a tiny closeted room to the right of the dining area.  The tour guide says it's usually kept closed, that cold drafts coming from the room are strong enough to upset the china on the dining table, and cold enough to ice your drink over...if you're carrying one!  Paranormal investigators who have witnessed these events say they are tied to the strangled sadness of so many restless spirits who dwell here, awaiting a wedding.  Onlookers watch in terror as phantom fingers play a few piano chords of the brides march.  The room becomes ice cold.  The tour guide says the picture beside the piano is the last painted portrait of the beloved Rosie before ushering everyone from the room that suddenly has turned winter cold with no warning.
You're still shivering as the tour guide leads the group from the damp darkness of the music room.  You are happier to be in a part of the house that is well-lit and can't help but notice how beautiful the surroundings are, so elegantly decorated.  You feel, with a twinge of sadness, that had Rosie's beloved not been killed, she would have had a beautiful life here for a very long time.  You try to push the sadness from your mind as the tour guide leads you onto the second floor to the bedrooms.
As the group moves down the hallway of the second floor, you can't help but notice the decrepit condition of the floors and walls.  The tourguide reminds you again that some parts of house has fallen into disrepair.  Everyone gasps as the shadowy figure of a male appears at the end of the hallway, near the master bedroom.  The tour guide says it is the weeping apparition of Rosie's lover...legend has it he walks the hall day and night, looking for the spirit of his Rosie, though never able to see her.
The first bedroom is cozy and well-lit.  You imagine how happy a child might be here with the colorful bedding and the shelves full of picture books.  With a twinge of sadness you think of the unborn children of well she would have loved them, what a happy family they might have been...
As the group walks back into the hallway and heads for the master bedroom, a ghastly scream erodes from somewhere between the walls, and suddenly you are faced with the grotesque face of a ghost.  You watch in horror as her twisted face begins to cry.  She howls for her husband, for her life.  Then she fades into the floorboards as if she'd turned to a seeping liquid...and disappears.  Shaken and afraid, but curious and ready to get this tour advance with the rest of the tour group into the master bedroom...
The room is so beautiful, though dimly-lit and a bit eery.  You can almost imagine the peaceful face of Rosie sleeping here the night before her wedding.  Her face framed in a smile, her mind lost to dreams of her soon-to-be husband harnessing a sailing ship, quickly on his way to get her....neither of them knowing the nightmare to come in only a few hours.  A sinking ship, lives lost along with the cargo, dreams many people so soon to be destroyed.
You look upon the unlit lamps, the feminine trinkets of this unused room, the unwritten letters of the side desk and can almost imagine another lifetime...
 You are sad for the doll that will be forever left untouched of affection...the water basins that will never wash another face...the chair throw that will never warm another body...
As the group turns to leave, the room is lit of so many cries of terror...for inside an armoire, the ghostly face of a woman appears...followed by the twisted, screaming faces of two ghosts....they appear to be crying out in misery...they reach toward the crowd, then disappear...
The crowd is visibly shaken by now.  Seeing enough ghosts for the night, many turn back.  However, a few remain, one is up the tower steps you go with the remaining tourists.  The tour guide reassures you, it's almost over now...
The first stop on the third floor is the tower room.  It is said this this was the living quarters of Mildred, the cook and best friend of Rosie.  The tour guide says the room has been left in it's original condition from the day of Mildred's sudden passing.  You notice her hanging robe, the rumpled bed clothes, the vintage fan, closet doors never to be opened by lively hands again...
In one corner of the room you spy  a pair of dresses...a beautiful flowing wedding dress, and a bridesmaids dress, both awaiting their final alterations.  With a sickening feeling arising in the pit of your stomach, you realize these dresses are that of Rosie's and Mildred's, awaiting now nearly 75 years to be worn to a gala wedding...ghosts of a time past...
Speaking of suddenly feel a harsh shove from behind....then haunting, evil laughter.  You turn to see the wedding-clad ghost of Rosie looking into your eyes...she reaches out her hands to you...she screams for the return of her husband, of her life.  She begs to be found...and then she is gone!
Everyone is shaking and terrified, many say this is the first time they've had such a close encounter with a ghost.  You are terrified, but still follow the group into the attic.  The tour guide says this is the last stop inside the house.  You are filled with a quick relief as you look upon the dust and web-covered pieces of another life in this room of castaway items.
Your relief is short-lived when a rocking chair in the far corner begins to move on it's own.  At first it is slow moving, then progresses to the point that it actually begins to move toward you.  The group gasps as the rocking chair hurls itself across the room, landing only inches from the terrified tour guide!  You are so ready for this haunted tour to be over as the group makes it's fearful way back down the two flights of stairs and into the basement area...
You are relieved when, at last, you reach the basement area.  Some wonderful halloween decorations await you.  They atmospheric of a haunted house, but it is obvious that these are fake, unlike the terrors that unfolded between the walls of the rest of the old mansion. 
You stop by a few of the amusement stands they have scattered across the dusty, though festive, basement...first you get your fortune told....
Then you get something to eat at the 'hungry happenings' refreshment stand...
Then off to the graveyard you go for your very last segment of the note the demonic emblem at the cemetery gates as the crowd closes in on the final resting places of the tormented souls said to walk the mansion, looking for each other and the lives they were never able to fully live...
The graveyard is a dark and gloomy place.  And though it is decked out in halloween decorations for the sake of the tour, you know the spirits that dwell there in their pain are real....
As the tour draws to a close, the guide stops by the resting place of Rosie and her beloved friend Mildred.  As you watch, they materialize one last time, almost for the sake of telling you all goodbye.  Both dressed in the wedding attire, sadness outline their ghoulish cheeks, phantom tears rolling down their faces.
Finally the tour is over and the group advances toward the exit gates.  Dark is falling across old Rose Mansion and you are relieved the tour is over, yet you are excited to have actually had this opportunity to witness all the ghostly phenomenon.  
As you enter the street and make your way toward your vehicle, you turn back for one last look at the mansion.  Fog is beginning to fall, enshrouding the grounds in an eery gray.  You whisper one last goodbye to Rosie, Mildred, and the other tormented ghosts before going on your way!

**DISCLAIMER:  NONE of the images shared here are my own.  They were all derived from many google searches.  I do not claim any rights to any of them.  The story and the Rose Mansion are both pieces of fiction created by me, any resemblance to real life or reality would be a huge coincidence.  I really hope you enjoyed this little virtual tour, it took me many hours to create.  Enjoy your stay and come back again soon!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Day 9 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Poetry, "The Lighthouse"

This is undoubtedly the biggest lighthouse, I have ever seen
So regal
, as each night her beam shines, directing all those ships at sea
I'm going inside to look around, the inside painted white, everything looks so clean
Standing high and tall, the light seen for miles as it should be
It is almost dusk, oh boy, I get to see the light come on
The light, that warns, they are very close to shore
Alone, in this place, I sudden hear something as it moans and groans
Causing me to shudder, in my soul to the very core
My first thought is some one is playing a trick on me
So I look around, I am totally alone
I scratch my head, as logically this can't be
I hear it again, now I am chilled to the bone.
I am a tourist, and I only came here, because some one told me it was nice
But they never told me, this place may be haunted and with a ghost
So quiet, I could even hear a mouse
I did not know to the supernatural, I may be a host.
On the winding stairs I see an apparition, that us all in white
On this note, I turn and hurriedly go back outside
But outside, I turn and look up, and I see a horrifying sight
At the top of the lighthouse, standing looking out, a woman looking out, seems to be dressed white just like a bride.

**Poetry courtesy of Haunted House.

Day 10 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Poetry, "The Haunted Mansion"
 I decided to look at the old mansion near Honeycliffe that was up for sale
It had remained unoccupied for a couple of years
It was a beautiful building but looked quite desolate whilst boarded up
The mansion had belonged to an earl
He was a young man of twenty-five
He was married to popular and well-known socialite called Rebecca
She was apparently quite beautiful
And the life and soul of many a party
They had been married for two years
It was rumoured that Rebecca was having an affair with a local musician
When the earl heard about the rumours he went into a period of depression
He didn't want to believe the rumours
On one night he heard that his wife was with the musician at his home in the city
He flew into a rage and drove his Ferrari out of the garage
He was determined to confront his wife and the musician
The mansion was half an hour from the city
And the country roads were narrow and dangerous
He was driving too fast and the care left the road
It fell down into a ditch and smashed into some trees
The Ferrari was wrecked and the earl was close to death
A driver passed by the incident and noticed the smoke coming from the car
He pulled over and crawled down into the ditch
He found the earl trapped in the car
With his last breath he said, "Tell my wife I love her and I forgive her"
I hoped that the mansion would offer me a better life
I looked around the building and was most impressed
The mansion had several excellent bedrooms
And a splendid Dining Room
The grounds were undulating and expansive
I fell in love with the place
And I decided I wanted to buy the place
I got into my car and started to drive back to the city
Along the way I started to put my foot down
I felt a little out of control
Suddenly the car started to skid and left the road
The car smashed into a tree and I passed out
Five days later I woke up in hospital
My wife was at my side
I had been in a coma for five days since the accident
We decided not to buy the mansion
Too many bad memories were attached to the place
It remains boarded up and unoccupied
The spirits of the dead are free to wander through the empty rooms
Until some brave soul decides to try and set them free.

**See more pictures of real haunted houses and mansions at The Old Haunted House.
**Poem courtesy of Haunted House. 

Day 11 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Poetry, "The Bloody Princess"

The door opens
And I see your blood stained figure
There is a wicked cruel smile on your face
In your right hand is the head of my mistress
I can't believe what I am seeing
The world is spinning in my head
"My God what have you done?"
"Your lover is no more
"You are all mine - take it or leave it!"
"Are you crazy?
"I might be - but I am still your wife"
"If you think we still have a relationship you are more crazy than I thought"
"Love makes for strange bedfellows my dear
"There was a time when you loved me
"But you traded me in for a younger model
"Men and their sense of virility
"They just can't accept they are getting old
"Get over it my dear
"It is me or nobody"
"You're are going to prison for a long time my love"
"Thank you for your concern
"I guess reconciliation is out of the question
"You really are crazy"
"You said it my dear"
And with that she lunges at me
And stabs me with the knife
"What have you done?
"Just sorting out unfinished business"
"You’re not the only one with admirers you know"
"If you don't want me there are plenty of attractive men who would die to sleep with me"
"You may be the prince but there are pretenders to the throne"
"It has been nice knowing you my dear - may you rot in hell!"
"I still have work to do here on planet earth"
"Farewell my love and give my greetings to the devil when you meet him"
"And that you certainly will"
The bloody princess looked down at her husband as he crawled along the ground
"You are a pitiful sight"
"You didn't appreciate what a good thing you had"
"And now you have nothing"
"Greet death with a smile"
The bloody princess called on her servants and they disposed of the bodies
Soon she married another young prince
Who had land and a powerful army
She reigned for a further fifty years
And was both feared and respected by all those who knew her
And as for those who did not respect her
They all met with an untimely death
"Don't mess with the bloody princess!"
That was her last remark on her deathbed
Her husband was sad to lose his wife
He knew of her past deeds
But loved her dearly
He respected her courage and bravery
And was always stunned by her beauty
Her death was quiet and peaceful
All her enemies were long dead
Her reputation echoed down the centuries
And the acts of the bloody princess were recorded in books
And told over and over again
I imagine she looks down on her descendants and smiles
"Live life to the maximum and never allow anyone to cheat or deceive you"
"Be courageous and never hide from your enemy"
"My life was full of love and betrayal"
"But in the end I found someone who loved and respected me"
"Never settle for second best"
The blood y princess passed into history
But her legacy still lives on.

**Poem came from The Haunted House, drop by for more literature by gothic fans!.

Day 12 of Halloween: Gothic Artwork by Me (#9)

"The Offering"

Day 13 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Artwork by Me (#8)

"Death on Arrival"

Day 14 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Artwork by Me (#7)

 "Haunted Lane"
Perhaps she shouldn't look behind her...

Day 15 of Halloween: A Short Gothic Romance story, "Needing" by Jessica Dawson
She remembered the screams, the desperate calls for help. The images behind her closed eyes filled her nightmares with blood, guts and violations of innocent people. Yes, she was guilty of watching and aiding the demon who lead the harvest.

It made her feel dirty. She showered away the evidence of her sins. Mixing with the suds and water, the sludge slid down the drain, leaving behind the emotion scars. Sacrifices she made to get his attention, made her hate what she had become.

Dominated, bullied, and control by a wickedness that forced her to be what he wanted. Lust bubbled inside her, craving his touch, need to feel him.

She shivered knowing exactly what his touch could to do her. His large hands were calloused and nimble. His fingers danced across her skin, teasing her flesh, caressing only what needed to be touched. Exciting her body with those damned hands, he toyed with her emotions and poured fire into her veins. Bringing her world crashing to ground with a simple flick of his fingertip against her wet clit, his tender touches were what she needed. 

Gasping for air, feeling the power of his memory, she crossed her legs, refusing to touch herself. He wouldn't like that. He demanded she stayed frustrated and untouched, even by her hands. She could feel his smooth full lips against her ear, whispering sternly before he left her, wasting away in his room.
She knew what his lips felt like as they explored her. Licking, nipping, moistening her nipples, traveling down her body determined to taste her wet core, claiming her with his tongue. She moaned, remembering his taste. His flavor lingered on her taste buds, recalling the skill of his mouth, the heat he inspired from a simple kiss.
Filthy, he made her feel filthy. The thoughts he left behind in his absence, weakened her. She fought his charms, telling herself he was using her. She shouldn't be there in his bed, shackled to the headboard, waiting his return.

Hate him, she tried that. She tried to hide. She denied him of his desires. She rebelled attending a party without his permission.

She did all she could do to forget him; dancing, drugs and sex. That's when he appeared. Ripping through the house, demolishing the structure, seeking her, he found her with the stranger. Yanking her out of the bed, he bit into her neck, clamping onto her jugular, sucking her blood from her body.

She clawed at him. She didn't want to be what he was. That didn't stop him as he cut his wrist with his razor fangs and held it against her mouth, pouring his blood down her throat.

“Mine… You'll always be mine,” he growled, glaring into her eyes while he towered over her, driving his illness into her body.

Changing… A sharp pain tore through her chest stopping her heart while her face burned and stung. Her teeth shifted, making room for fangs. Long sharp weapons attached to her skull sliced her bottom lip.
Fear faded into a hunger while the smell of blood entered her nose, feeding the predator in her. Standing on her feet, shoving him away from her, she bathed the house with the blood of her victims, feeding without direction.

Dismembered bodies, crimson puddles, and lifeless eyes following everywhere she went. She tried to apologize to the lost souls haunting her. She begged for peace, giving her sanity for a moment without the memories. All was loss, giving him control, slaving for him while she accepted his gift.

She was his everything, and she knew her fate from the beginning. She grinned into the dark. He was the master. But she was the submissive. He could only do what she allowed.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Day 16 of Halloween: A Ghostly Poem by Me

Resurrection Mary

This is the kind of night
When at the bat of an eyelash,
Millisecond of flesh folding,
snow begins to fall softly.

The Chicagoan winter
Pushes folks, headlong and eager,
To Liberty Grove and Hall,
Men singing with their French Horns,
Women in their 30’s attire
Swish their skirts, moths swimming in a circle.

Shy in virgin white, Mary dances,
Cold hands, caught between the limbo
Of life force and catalyst of the closed coffin.
The shuffling of excited feet push time
Forward, catacomb of yesterday’s chance.

Music winds the hours into midnight
And Jerry leaves, leading her by the hand.
Longingly he folds the night, places
It into his pocket like a graduation program,
A relic in remembrance of his blistered soles
As he offers the young girl a ride home.

Snowflakes fall against the windshield
Like wet feathers, surrealism in the making.
Headlights slowly chase the highway,
Squirrel demise of the center lane.
“Stop,” she says, sitting up straight.
“Resurrection Road.”
Flowing silhouette of blond, she fades
Beyond the sleeping stones of the cemetery.
               -Stacy Lynn Mar

Day 17 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Artwork by Me

"The Apparition"

This piece of photoshop collage/photo manipulation was inspired by the vintage "Dark Shadows" series.  I thought the lady held and uncanny resemblance to Maggie, so I placed her on the steps of the cemetery. 

Day 18 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Artwork by Me (#5)

"Me and Dolly"

There have actually been many historical accounts of haunted dolls.

Read more stories about haunted dolls here!

Day 19 of Halloween: Ode to my Annabelle Doll: a video poem

Read more about Annabelle the haunted doll here!

Day 20 of Halloween: Gothic Romance Artwork by Me (#4)

"Castle Lonely"


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