Hopefully, you will remember the demented, cackling laughter of the Cryptkeeper as he introduced HBO’s Tales of the Crypt that ran for seven seasons and 93 episodes from 1989 until 1996. The series was very successful and featured numerous award-winning actors and actresses in each self-contained episode that the Cryptkeeper introduced with puns, costumes, and questions for the audience. Cartoons, comics, movies and radio programs were created and influenced by the series. The original concept began with William Gaines comic series, Tales of the Crypt in 1950. The comics and film productions utilized an impressive team of writers and artists. You can see a website devoted to Tales of the Crypt HERE:
Here’s a short video of the opening of an episode.
Writing Horror: A Handbook by the Horror Writers Association was edited by Mort Castle. (I’ve always liked the name, Mort or Mortimer. It means executioner!) For my readers who want to write horror fiction (and creative nonfiction), this book will prove very useful because of its practical and inspirational instruction. As the back cover blurb says, “Here you have it all: guidance on ideas, research and work-related reading; advice fr creating the elements of story; and analysis of the roles of passion, sex, and madness in powerful horror fiction.”
This book and the resources it provides will help you understand the appeal of writing and reading horror and how we can find our story ideas “in the mirror.” There’s an interview with Stephen King, there are insights into the concepts of horror, the new innovations of horror, and how to market horror writing. There’s also a fine reading on how to write horror for children, with do’s and don’ts.
There’s many good YouTube videos on writing horror, but I thought I’d share this one:
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 15: The Grand Guignol Theatre of Fear and Horror
This type of theatre began in Paris and ran from 1897 and lasted until 1962. Began by the audacious Oscar Mentenier, who bought the smallest theatre in Paris (only 293 seats) to begin his work. The theatre was turned into a house of horror, crossing all boundaries without restraint. Productions were full of gore, torture, death, perversion, and psychological terror. Mentenier and the directors who followed him measured the success of their plays by how many people in the traumatized audience fainted or vomited during the performance. These productions were often censored.
Grand Guignol was the inspiration behind Anne Rice’s Théâtre des Vampires in her Interview with a Vampire. You can see the complete and very interesting history of Grand Guignol theatre, attempts to revive it, and its influence on, stage, movies, and literature HERE and HERE:
Here is an excellent introductory video to Grand Guignol Theatre:
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 14: Two Sentence Horror Stories
For a really creepy time this Halloween, I would recommend that you consider experiencing two-sentence horror stories, which has become a classic in the horror genre.. This technique is true horror boiled down to its essence. In this blog post, Here are a few links that are devoted to the Two Sentence Horror Story. These stories will keep you on the edge of your seat, perhaps even keep you awake at night. I can see how these could be used by storytellers to frighten their audiences or even song ideas for musicians.
The first, with over 50 samples, is “These 2-Sentence Horror Stories Will Send Shivers Down Your Spine,” by Inga Korolkovaite, of the BordPanda Staff. One example from this site is this: “There was a picture on my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.” Click HERE for the website.
The second site is 150+ Short Two-Sentence Horror Stories To Freak You Out. Click HEREfor the website.
Two Sentence Horror Stories is series of five short (about 20 minutes each, constructed around a two-sentence framework. Absolutely haunting. Here is a trailer for a sample. I found them on Netflix.
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 13: Friday the 13th, A Halloween Classic
Though it is not Friday today, it is the 13th of October, so I thought it fitting to make a post on Friday the 13th. There is a whole franchise of 12 slasher films, TV series, novels, comics, video games, and other merchandise. Camp Crystal Lake where Jason first drowned is the usual setting. Fans have created their own costumes, covered themselves with tattoos of Friday the 13tth artwork, and made Jason’s hockey mask one of the most recognizable horror images.
There are two books that could be valuable to hard-core horror fans: Making Friday the 13th: The Legend of Camp Blood and Crystal Lake Memories: The Complete History of Friday the 13th
Here is a cool trailer for the film!
A documentary was made entitled, His Name Was Jason: 30 Years of Friday the 13th. This film has great information. You can watch the whole video HERE.
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 12: The Witch of Endor
If you are not familiar with I Samuel 28 in the Bible and the story of the Witch of Endor, Halloween is a good time to read it. I’m working on a detailed short story account of this rather strange event. Basically, the story is this: Things weren’t going well for Israel’s King Saul. David and his men were running for their lives and Saul and his army find themselves confronting a fierce and determined army of the Philistines. Saul literally trembles in fear. He sought guidance from the Lord, but received no answer by dreams, by Urim, or from the prophets. So, he seeks help from a witch in the town of Endor. She was a necromancer (who could talk to the dead. He and two of his men disguise themselves and go to Endor and asks the witch to call up Samuel. Samuel’s ghost did indeed appear, the woman discovers Saul’s true identity. Saul seeks advice from the ghost of Samuel and is given the bad news: That the next day Saul and his sons would be with the dead Samuel. Here’s a short video that gives a short, but more detailed explanation of this passage.
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 11: Classic Stories of Horror Everyone Should Read (Two of my Poe favorites)
The Stories of Edgar Allan Poe: I first discovered Poe at my Aunt Mildred’s house at the age of eleven. She lived in a little West Texas town called Knox City. The “Pit and the Pendulum” was included in one of those Reader Digest books that were a collection of stories and articles RD thought we should all read. I was sprawled out on the floor and read the story straight through with chills running up and down my spine. Published in 1842, the story is about the torments endured by a prisoner of the Spanish Inquisition. Here is an excellent trailer video featuring Vincent Price from the movie made in 1961.
The “Tell-Tale Heart” was published in 1843 and it is a Poe story that I taught every year in ENGLISH 102. The story is a first-p[erson narrative from an unnamed and unreliable narrator (he is an insane, murderous caretaker) who tries to convince the reader of his logic and sanity. He definitely says some odd things. For example, I asked how he could know the heart sounded like a watch wrapped in cotton unless he had tried it. I also tried to pantomime the murder as I read. Here’s a video based on the story that I’m sure you will enjoy.
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 10: Two Short Horror Films
I enjoy these brief, moments of horror and suspense. I’m sure you will as well. Though many have expensive equipment. If you are interested in making a short horror film yourself, you can learn how by visiting this SITE.
The Hearse Song (The Worms Crawl In) – Harp Twins, Camille and Kennerly
This is a fun video for Halloween by the Harp Twins, Camille and Kennerly. You can learn more about them at their website HERE. These beautiful identical twins have toured extensively at concerts and festivals, have several recordings, and have millions of fans. The duo has also modeled and acted in movies, television, commercials, and theatre. Here is the featured song for this blog post. The obviously gifted twins hold Black Belts in Tae Kwon Do, do volunteer work, and have numerous other accomplishments and skills.
I do this song on my guitar for kids in my Halloween show. Speaking of worms, I recently viewed a short horror film where a woman gets revenge by secretly feeding him LIVE TAPEWORM EGGS. Can you believe that these are actually for sale and that some people actually take them as a diet plan? Gross!
Thirty Days to Halloween, Day 8: Bodies in the Trinity: A Story of La Llorona
by Rickey Pittman
The legend of La Llorona, the weeping woman is an ancient terrifying legend. In a way, the legend is a cautionary tale, warning men of how their behavior and mistreatment of women can have serious consequences. It is a tale of how rejection and grief can rip at the heart and warp the mind, a tale of the pain women feel at the loss of children. There are other lessons as well. A movie was made of the tale. I put the trailer at the end of the story I wrote for a horror contest.
BODIES IN THE TRINITY by Rickey Pittman
Evil is a true thing in Mexico. It goes about on its own legs. Maybe someday it will come to you. Maybe it already has—Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
I AM LA LLARONA, AND I WEEP FOR MY CHILDREN. For centuries of nights I have wandered along the waters throughout Mexico. And yes, I walk along the banks of your Trinity River. I have strolled along your Turtle Creek, your Bachman Lake and the other waters. You are surprised to find me in your country? Do not be. No, in my lifetime, your land too was once a part of Mexico.
I am a Mexican ghost, born of a desert tragedy. On that dreadful night, when I realized my lover had abandoned us, I blew out the last candle I had lit for him and drowned my two little children, damning myself forever. But as I was a whore in the eyes of all, what else could I have done? I had given this man my virginity, my honor, my future. No one would help us—-not my parents, not the Holy Church, not the residents of our pueblo. I am forever lost now—in the night, in the madness, pain, hopelessness, grief, and loneliness. Ay, mis hijos, ¿Donde Estan mis hijos?
But I have found I am not so alone.
One night, I came upon a couple–shouting, fighting. Two young children clutched each other nearby, watching. A boy and a girl. They so reminded me of my own.
“Jorge, please, take us home,” the woman said. “The children are frightened.”
The man spat at her and threw her to the ground. “No. I do not care where you go, but you will not return with me.” He cursed, then stormed out of sight.
When I came to her, she was weeping. “Why do you weep, querida?” I asked. She shook her head and did not answer, wiping fiercely at the tears on her cheeks.
I lifted her chin with my hand so she would look at me. “What is your name?”
“Veronica.”
“He was your man, was he not? And now he has left you? Answer me.”
“Yes. But who are you? Are you an angel?”
“Yes, querida. I am your angel tonight—your guide and guardian.”
“Oh, thank you!”
She clutched my legs and buried her tear-stained face in my dress. Her weeping tore my heart.
“Jorge has abandoned me. And now who will take care of my children?” She clenched her fists and held them against her face.
I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her. “I will help you take care of them. I am your sister. Do you not see the resemblance?” I brushed my fingers through her long dark hair and looked deep into the black-pearl eyes. “I understand your pain. Look into the river. The river holds the secret. The river will tell you what to do.”
Dipping my hand into the water, I held my arm up and watched the drops slip back into the river. As she sobbed and stared at the water, I held out my hands to the children. “Come, hijos.” I led them back to Veronica, and we sat together, staring at the river. In the distance I could see the Dallas skyline, and even in our remote location, the sirens, and sounds of the city roared in my head. I knew what the mother would soon do, and so I kissed each of them and left them there by the water, and followed Jorge.
I found him leaning against a tree smoking. He smelled of tequila and beer. I stepped behind him and gently tapped him on the shoulder. Turning, he said, “Jesus, you scared me. Buenos noches.” He attempted to walk away, but I moved in front of him.
“Ah, but you would not leave me so soon? And such a handsome man.” I stroked his cheek and placed my hand on his chest. “Such very fine clothes. Surely you are able to give a woman all the things she needs.”
“So the lady wants something from me, tonight, eh?”
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and put my arms around his neck. “I knew a man very much like you once. Why are you here, guapo, my handsome one? You are all alone and along sad waters.”
“I’m looking for a beautiful woman like yourself.”
I could see the lust in his eyes. “Why won’t you marry Veronica?”
He pushed me away. “You know her, don’t you? She sent you? Does she think she can trick me into keeping her? Why should a successful man marry beneath himself? My family disproves of her. As they would of you.”
The arrogance in his eyes enraged me. “But she will have nothing without you.”
“She is no longer my concern.”
“I know you, Jorge, and many more like you.” I clutched him and kissed him hard, biting his lip.
“So the lady wishes to play hard?”
“You have no idea how hard I can play.” I took him by the hand toward the river. “Come, lie with me.”
He grinned. “You will not forget this night.”
“Nor you,” I said.
He struggled to live, but it was in vain. In those last moments, when I held his head under the water, I knew his thoughts. How can a woman be so strong? Will my body be found tomorrow in the dirty water of the Trinity?
You think I’m cruel. A murderer of my own children. A malevolent spirit. Perhaps. But I am no more cruel than your society, which drowns your little ones in violence, in drugs, in neglect. It is a terrible thing to lose a child. If you listen in the quiet of the night, you will hear me weep for my children, and for yours. They are all my children now. I want to save them, but I don’t know how. Ay, mis hijos, mis hijos. ¿ Donde estan mis hijos? And Dallas has many drowning children for me to cry for.