I do get bored, I get bored in the flat field

Yes nurslings, Dr. Casket has been hard at work on the Annual Halloween Playlist. All bands in the A-E categories have made it through the first round of elimination, but there is oh so much more to be done. This year will be entirely legal with all songs coming from albums I own or free downloads endorsed by the artists. Free downloads endorsed by the artists does in fact mean that you can expect links for your own listening displeasure.

Tomorrow I will be letting the cat out of the bag for a new weekly column entitled Wednesdays with Wednesday. Don't expect any Hiss-terics, but she may just claw some culture into you. Pugsley's been hinting that he'd like a spot on the blog as well, but first he'll have to make it past our rigor-mortis editorial staff.

There's no noose on the monster hunt front, but the witchcrafts are coming right along. I know Halloween is still two months away fiends, but when every day is Halloween the big day is just the culmination of our creaky, creepy, crepuscular calling. Don't miss Wednesdays with Wednesday, or Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Friday.

Also, you should all find the nearest mirror, look at yourself in that mirror, and shake a bony finger of shame for failing to celebrate the birthday of one Mary Shelley yesterday. I would have completely forgotten this myself if not for the freakishly fervent Frankenstein fanatics over at frankensteinia. Visit them often and take a dive into their musty archives for some truly fascinating Frankenstein facts.

That's all for now boils and ghouls, but stay tuned for further deadvelopments. Be careless, and always remember: it's not what's under your bed that you should fear; it's the adorable child zombie behind you!

The Hunt Continues

Gather 'round children for all the noose that's fit to feed upon. If atleast a few synapses are still firing in your decomposing gray matter, you may remember how I hypnotized you with the tale of the mystery beast in my ghoulfriend's backyard. This morning brought startling new developments that almost left this highly impressionable blogger screechless...almost. It seems that the monster cam left to catch our deer-hungry demon in the act picked up nothing. The camera, which has worked time after time to capture the images/souls of deer, raccoons, opossums, neighborhood dogs, etc., failed to record last night. This might not be much of an issue if not for the fact that all evidence of the devoured carcass was gone without a trace this morning. The feet and ribcage are no longer to be found, there are no drag marks, and no photos. We are left to conclude from all this that something supernatural and/or extraterrestrial is at play here. I'd like to know your thoughts on the matter so get those delectable digits typing before I bite them off. Leave a comment and exorcise your rite to vote in our monster hunt poll.
Don't tune out just yet though, little ones. In future posts look for the ongoing adventures of mad Dr. Casket and the Annual Halloween Playlist, assorted witchcrafts(including a haunted birdhouse) hacked together by the ghoulfriend and me, and perhaps we'll even hear a word or two from Wednesday the coolest cat in the cemetery.

Also......

Laser Locusts!!!

Baby, You Put the Crypt in Cryptozoology(Graphic Content)

That was certainly fast. Barely had I turned over in my coffin when a fetid, blood-soaked package was delivered  on my headstone. Yes fiends, it contained the very photos I promised. I warn you, some of these images are....rather distasteful, and may offend those with weaker stomachs. Levity aside, these are very gruesome and very real. Before I skin your pretty little eyeballs with horror beyond imagination, allow me to set the scene. My ghoulfriend(Ashley)'s Grandfather recently shot a deer who had been pilfering his prize peas. Now I don't endorse the killing of any living creature(don't tell my monster friends I'm a pacifist), but this is the country and they are good peas. In his defense I will also say that the man did ensure the animal was soundly dead before leaving. The deer was shot late at night and there was nothing to be done about the carcass until morning. This, my fiends, is where the story gets spooky. When Ashley's Grandfather went back to the spot of the shooting this morning, there was no deer. There were only feet and a rib cage.

Just how many animals can devour an entire deer in one night? A very large pack of wolves or coyotes, a VERY large bear, or........exactly. These pictures were taken during our monster hunt. We've ruled out the Chupa Cabra because of the distinct lack of meat. Whatever did this wasn't only after blood. However, there was shockingly little blood to be found in the area. I will spare you the numerous shots of scat and other sundry leavings. Don't expect this sort of kindness to become a habit, kiddies. What sort of ghoulish beast lurks in my ghoulfriend's backyard? The possibilities are frightfully endless. I will keep you apprised of the ongoing investigation and let's all keep our bony fingers crossed for a real live monster. Stay tuned for updates on the monster hunt, various Halloween crafts, and your ghostly host's mad scientist devotion to the annual Halloween playlist.

What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse

Alright boils and ghouls, I have a starter post to get this thing levitating. My intentions(devious ofcourse) are to chronicle the burgeoning Halloween spirit which my ghoulfriend and I can no longer keep a coffin lid on. The puns will only get worse, and the grammar will be appropriately terrifying. We'll start things off with a nice safe introduction, but as soon as I can get my gnarled claws on the pictures of today's hacktivities, the horror will be properly ushered in. Speaking of the events of today, There may or may not have been a monster hunt at a ghastly crime scene. Stay tuned for further developments.