For those of us who live in the world of Halloween 365 days a year, the summer season is the hardest. Fall is on the horizon and that means Halloween! But it’s not quite here, yet. You can bring the creeps to the summer heat by planning your Halloween haunts and parties now, before it’s too late!
Here’s how to get the party started in five easy steps:
Pick a theme Zombies and vampires are popular Halloween themes this year. No matter what you choose, make sure you go all out!
Buy or build props This is where all your ideas come to life. Props and decorations are an essential part of every home haunt. To add drama, don’t forget lighting, fog, music, and other scene setters.
Make the guest list Who do you want at the party? Are you hosting a haunted house for the neighborhood? Will it be a quiet party for a close group of friends or a monster bash that lasts through the night? Get a guest list down on paper and decide on invitations. The possibilities are endless!
Decorate & bake When October 1st rolls around, it is officially time to start decorating. We recommend starting onÂ the inside of the house and working your way out as it gets closer to Halloween. Have as much of the food ready the night before as possible, you can always freeze and reheat!
So how soon is too soon to start your Halloween plans? There’s no such thing as too soon!
If youre anything like the me, you hate Tuesdays. Sure, Mondays catch the most flak, what with its the-weekend-is-too-short, I-hate-my-job feeling, but at least the weekend absence from work gives you something to talk with coworkers about on Monday. Hey, Frank, what’d you do this weekend? Sell Halloween props? Wow, tell me about it.
Tuesdays, though, are transitional days, carrying you from the dreadful start of the week to the glorious midweek hump known as Wednesday. The only other transitional day is Thursday, which has the looming boon of Friday being only 24-hours away, followed quickly by the weekend. No, Tuesdays are the worst of the weekdays – the epitome of a nine-to-five lifestyle; the bane of an exciting life.
Thankfully, we here at FrightCatalog.com share this distaste for Tuesdays, so were always on the lookout for something to put a pep in our Tuesday step. Today, on this Tuesday, we stumbled upon a video that crams sixty-four horror films into a five-minute trailer.
Give it a gander, let the familiar horror films flow through your fleshy eyes, and remember, the weekend is only three more days away.
In an attempt to combine irony, humor, and horror, Martin Faltermeier wrote and directed Zombies from Outer Space, a film as strange as the name suggests. Using a low budget and lots of cheap Halloween props, the film is set to steal the indie film circuit.
The film takes place in Bavaria, during the late fifties. The main character, Maria, stumbles upon the dead body of a woman. The local authorities are then tasked with solving what obviously appears to be a murder case. But as more and more dead women are discovered, along with sightings of unidentified flying objects, the local populace grows unruly. Somehow, this leads to undead aliens arising from the earth, killing lots of people.
I could continue talking about how the film is only available in German, with English subtitles that are more wrong than right; or how the aliens can speak, even though theyre supposed to be dead; or how the romance subplot comes off as forced and odd. But thats all irrelevant, because even with these faults, I’d pay money to witness a Bavarian village fending off undead aliens.
Dr Jack Kevorkian, commonly referred to as Doctor Death, passed away on June 3, 2011, but he left behind one of the most controversial ethical questions yet to be answered: Can a medical professional assist a terminally ill individual with committing suicide?
Kevorkian created numerous machines for committing assisted suicide, the most infamous being the Thanatron. To avoid getting too into medical science, here’s a quick rundown on how the Thanatron works: The patient pushes a button, flips a switch, or pulls a cord, and the Thanatron administers barbiturates into the patients bloodstream. Once the barbiturates force the individual to sleep, a lethal injection is administered, and the patient passes away in his sleep.
Since Kevorkian passed away this machine has remained dormant within his estate. However, come October 28, 2011, an auction at the New York Institute of Technology offers anyone a chance of owning this machine of assisted suicide. Imagine it sitting in your living room, kitchen, bedroom, or garage, just waiting for someone to say, What the hell is this thing? You would be hard-pressed to find more horrid and ghoulish Halloween props.
Plus, a portion of the auction proceed goes to the Kids Kicking Cancer charity fund.
Before Kevorkian passed away, he was asked if he had any regrets about his work. Kevorkian said, No, no. Its your purpose [as a] physician. How can you regret helping a suffering patient?
Cyanide-laced chocolate chews. Bubblegum dipped in gasoline. Halloween is full of dangerous possibilities for ingesting toxic, poisonous, fatal substances, slipped into candy by malicious, evil individuals that want your children to die.
For so many individuals to be terrified about poisoned Halloween candy there would have to be numerous cases of such an event, right? Maybe a friend, or a friend of a friend, knows someone that knew someone that had a neighbor that was killed by rat poison mixed with their cotton candy. That would make sense, because then the person had a direct, or indirect, connection to the incident.
But here’s the truth: Other than one event, which is discussed at the end of the article, there have been no recorded incidents of deliberately poisoned candy during Halloween or any similar occasion.
The key word is deliberately. There have been incidents of foreign objects accidentally getting into candy, or people handing out inedible objects, such as gimmick Halloween props that look like candy.
The potential origins of the deliberately poisoned Halloween candy myth:
In 1964, a housewife gave out inedible objects to children whom she believed were too old to be trick-or-treating. The objects were steel wool, ant buttons, dog biscuits, and so forth. All of the objects were clearly labeled as poison, not for human consumption. No children were injured, but the woman went to court and pleaded guilty to endangering children.
In 1970, a 5-year-old boy found and ate his uncle’s heroin. The boy died after a four day coma. To protect the uncle, the family claimed the heroin had been sprinkled onto the childs Halloween candy.
In 2008, Pokemon Valentines Day lollipops were found to contain metal shavings and metal blades.
Joel Best, a University of Delaware sociologist, specializes in candy tampering legends. Best researched newspaper stories that detailed events of candy tampering, and Best found that nearly all of the stories were false or hoaxes created by the child.
This is the only case of deliberately poisoned Halloween candy:
In 1974, a father committed premeditated murder by lacing a package of Pixy Stix with cyanide, and then fed them to his 8-year-old son. The father wanted to collect life insurance money from his son’s death. That’s it – no malicious intent to plague the neighborhood with sudden deaths.
So, check the candy, make sure that its good, but don’t stress over it. Unless your uncle does heroin, your husband/father is a murderous psycho, or you’re eating some 2008 Pokemon lollipops, you should be fine.
The world is full of horrors worse than the darkest horror movie. People murder, kill, steal, starve, scream for help until their lungs bleed, only to have their life snuffed out as quickly as a candle. To help you get past hump day and on with decorating your house with Halloween props, or whatever, here are two horrific stories that recently hit the newsstands:
Boy Locked In Coffin
Tuesday, October 4, police started a search for the parents who locked their 7-year-old boy in a coffin in the basement of their house. According to the boy’s statements, being was often locked in the coffin with nothing more than a diaper. The diaper was for if the boy escaped the coffin, since there was no bathroom in the basement. To heighten the fear, the parents told the boy that the basement was haunted by ghosts, and would often rattle chains outside the coffin.
Neighbors called the police when they heard the boy shouting. When the police arrived, the boy was alone, crying because he was hungry.
We’re trying to locate the mom and step-dad to serve these warrants, but at this point we don’t know where they’re at, said Detective Captain Al Leoncini. The warrants are for endangering the welfare of a child and unlawful restraint.
In 1991, a woman tied up her newlywed husband, killed him, chopped up his body, and then churned it through a garbage disposal. Neighbors claimed they heard the disposal running for hours. When police discovered the husband’s body, they found his hands had been fried in oil, his head boiled and stuffed in the freezer, and various body parts either in garbage bags or mixed with leftover turkey.
A psychiatrist was brought in to testify that the wife had confessed to cooking her husband’s ribs barbecue-style and tasting them…
The wife claimed that her husband frequently sexually abused and raped her. In defense, she stabbed him with scissors, and then did all of the previously mentioned things. She also contacted two of her other boyfriends to help remove the husband’s teeth and dispose of the remains.
Now the wife is seeking parole from her 25-years-to-life sentence. Will she get it? I sure hope not, especially when the attorney defending the wife claimed that she chopped up her husband in an effort to avoid meeting him in the afterlife in accordance with Egyptian mythology.
Yeah, no thanks, let’s pass on the whole parole thing.
While Wikipedia contains a plethora of information, there are times where I wish I had never stumbled upon certain pages. Wow, that’s just plain gross,or I really didn’t need to learn about that, are usually my reactions. But sometimes, when I’ve stumbled upon something so grotesque and horrifying, I cringe and feel my skin shift, as if bugs were crawling up my legs and arms. The rat king phenomena is one of these times.
At some point everyone has gone through the frustrating task of untangling a mess of wires and cords. No matter how hard you try to keep them organized, to ensure that they do not become entwined, it happens. Now, imagine that those cords were not stationary, that they moved upon their own freewill. Churning, twisting, and always lashing about each other, they are bound to become nestled into a nest of twists that no amount of swears could undo. This, my reader, is the rat king phenomena, and I wish we had rat king Halloween props.
Rats are known for their long tails, and when a group of rats are stuck inside a small area, their tails become tangled. Since rats are not the brightest of creatures, they panic and continue to pull away from each other, often resulting in even worse tangles. Compound this panic with multiple rats, possibly ten to twenty, and your nest of tangled cords is now a moving, chirping mound of furry flesh, who eventually starve to death.
Historically, the term rat king was used not to reference rats, but for people who lived off others. During the Medieval era, the term referenced an actual king sitting on a throne of knotted tails, as if forcefully keeping individuals under his power. When individuals began to discover the actual rat-rail nests, they believed it to be one animal with many bodies, with the word king referring to the animal’s size.
The earliest report of the Rat King phenomena was in 1564. Since rats are breeding grounds for diseases and the plague, these nests of tangled rats were viewed as very bad omens. The advent of the brown rat displacing the black rat in the 18th century helped to decrease the frequency of rat kings, but the phenomena has not been completely wiped out. The most recent discovery was on January 16th, 2005, in the VÃµrumaa region.
In 2004, there was an eBay auction for a Dybbuk Haunted Jewish Wine Cabinet Box, which ended up selling for $280. While the box itself looks rather normal, the accompanying story as to why the box is haunted is far from normal.
According to the history of the Dybbuk Box, also known as the Dibbuk Box, the original owner was a Polish Holocaust survivor that purchased the box in Spain. In 2001, the survivor perished and the box was sold at a real estate liquidation sale. However, the survivors granddaughter informed the new owner of the dybbuk, or haunted spirit, that was living within the box. When the new owner asked what the dybbuk was and why it was living within the box, the granddaughter became hysterical, commanding that the box not be opened, and refused to take the box back.
Thus, the new owner brought it home and put it in his workshop. Upon opening the box, he found two 1920s pennies, a small statue with the Hebrew word Shalom engraved on it, a lock of blond hair, and a lock of brown hair. As he was driving home, he received a call from his secretary that someone was smashing glass within his workshop. When he got to his shop, however, there was no one to be found, his secretary was uncontrollably sobbing, and all of his light bulbs were broken, still in the sockets.
In October of 2001, the owners mother came to his workshop to celebrate her birthday. The owner was planning on giving her the box as a gift. While he was making a phone call, an employee came running and screaming, saying that something was wrong with his mother. He found her sitting next to the box, as if in a trance, unable to speak. They later found out that she suffered from temporary partial paralysis and had lost her ability to speak. While under the paralysis, though, she spelled out letters to speak: N-O-G-I-F-T and H-A-T-E-G-I-F-T.
Trying to get rid of the box, the owner gave it to his sister, who gave it back within a week. He then gave it to his brother, who gave it back after three days. He sold it to a couple, but they returned the box to his workshop, with a note that said, This is a bad darkness.
Finally, he gave up and brought the box home. It was then that he started to have a recurring nightmare, where an old hag attacks him:
Every time I have the horrible dream it goes something like this: I find myself walking with a friend, usually someone I know well and trust at some point in the dream, I find myself looking into the eyes of the person that I am with. It is then that I realize that there is something different, something evil looking back at me. At that point in my dream, the person I am with changes into what can only be described as the most gruesome, demonic looking Hag that I have ever seen. This Hag proceeds then, to beat the living tar out of me. I have awakened numerous times to find bruises and marks on myself where I had been hit by the old woman during the previous night.
It was some time later that the man invited over his sister and brother for a dinner party. As the conversation flowed, they soon discussed the Dybbuk Box. When he informed them of his recurring nightmare, they revealed that they, too, had the same nightmare while in possession of the box.
During the weeks after the discussion, the owner saw what he called Shadow People walking around his house. Visitors to his house also claimed to see peripheral shadows moving and shifting. His house was also invaded with the intense smell of jasmine flowers and cat urine.
I woke up at around 4:30am (when it felt and smelled like someone was breathing on my neck) to find that my house now smelled like Jasmine flowers, and just in time to see a HUGE shadow thing go loping down the hall away from me.
This led to the eBay sale, which led to a new string of owners. Every new owner claims to be affected by the same negative effects: nightmares of being beaten, the smell of cat urine, jasmine flowers, and other strange occurrences.
The current owner is Jason Haxton, a museum curator, who has stated, I’m not even sure that there’s a spirit attached to [the box]. He does not believe the history or story behind the box has any factual basis; as in, it is all a hoax. If it is a hoax, Haxton owns one of the most talked about Halloween props to ever exist.
Regardless, the box has received so much attention that Sam Raimi, director of the Evil Dead films, is now producing a film based on the boxs story, which is due out in 2011. The film is entitled Dibbuk Box.
From eBay item to movie, the Dybbuk Box proves that people love the paranormal.
There comes a time when Halloween is no longer about collecting candy, traveling the streets, and enjoying a time with your friends. Instead, the inevitable bitterness of age comes into play, and social standards claim that you are too old for trick-or-treating. You become the one that passes out candy, watching the children come and leave with smiles. Some may view this as a negative transformation, because they have been forced to pass the baton onto the younger generation. But there are others, such as Pumpkinrot, who view this transformation as an opportunity to revel in the creativity and horror of Halloween.
Pumpkinrot is a site that focuses on showing off the anonymous creator’s love for Halloween decorations. While the creator of Pumpkinrot is not explicitly stated, the creative products that have come from this individual’s mind are far from unknown. In fact, Pumpkinrot.com has recorded photographs dated as far back as before 2001.
As explained on Pumpkinrot.com, every creation is designed to enhance the Halloween experience for individuals that are out trick-or-treating. The creator calls it a set, which is a simple or elaborate Halloween display created by some Halloween-loving homeowner. Just because age and social standards has pushed away Pumpkinrot’s ability to enjoy the trick-or-treating aspect of Halloween does not mean that he cannot heighten the experience for others. This is a tradition that more homeowners should adapt.
Here are some of the more horrifying creations concocted from Pumpkinrot’s morbid mind: