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Halloween horror tale

Tuesday, 31 October, 2017 0 Comments

Five werewolves came down from the cold North at the end of October. Old wily werewolf sniffed the fallen leaves and filtered their decay for a scent of humanity blown through by the recent storms. His younger mate lazily curled back her lips, exposing eager fangs, and looked back at the three cubs, their yellow-gold eyes filled with soullessness.

“Well,” she said, a note of impatience in her whine. “What did you find?”

Old wily werewolf stared into the dark, paused, and then spoke.

“I found hints of smoke and toast and traces of rosemary,” he said. “There was an unmistakable aroma of peat and aged birch and, if I’m not very much mistaken, bacon.”

The last word sent a jolt though his pack and they began to bark at the Hunter’s moon.

“Shut up!” he snarled. “Listen.”

“Listen to what?” the cubs cried in unison.

“Listen to me,” old wily werewolf commanded. “I have a plan.”

And he explained that the scents told him a story of an old woman living alone, just a night’s run from where they lay. She would be eager for company and the sound of three hungry cubs outside her door would evoke a natural empathy. From what he knew of human nature, she’d adopt and feed them, and then wily werewolf and his wife would slope by and kill her.

“And can we chew on the bones?” the cubs queried, their yellow-gold eyes now filled with psychopathic love.

“Certainly, lads,” said their mother. “And we can all live in her cosy house for the rest of our lives.” Together, they raised their faces to the sky and howled with joy.

Down the valley, the old woman had just finished her prayers beside the fireplace when the wind carried the werewolf voices down the chimney. “A hungry family by the sound of it,” she said aloud to the empty room, “I have just what they need.” So she got up, her back aching with the labour of almost nine decades, and began to take down the werewolf traps from the wall. Three small ones, and two big ones.

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Halloween: The evening of the witch

Monday, 31 October, 2016 0 Comments

The Three Witches are characters in William Shakespeare’s play Macbeth and they first appear in Act 1.1, where they greet the brave Scottish general with the grim prophecy that he shall be king. Together, they represent chaos, conflict and impending doom, and the spell they cast on Elizabethan Era audiences continues to echo down the centuries as young readers of J.K. Rowling’s popular witchcraft books will know.

Much of our fascination with witches comes from the belief in their ability to bestride the borders between the natural and the supernatural, which is part of the aura of Halloween. It’s not all that long ago when homes and barns were blessed on All Hallows’ Eve to protect people and livestock from witches, who were believed to accompany malignant spirits as they wandered the earth this night.


Kim Cattrall reads Rosemary’s Baby

Sunday, 30 October, 2016 0 Comments

Satanism on Manhattan’s Upper West Side? Ira Levin’s 1967 novel Rosemary’s Baby sold more than four million copies and launched the modern horror genre. The following year, it was made into a controversial film starring Mia Farrow and John Cassavetes and directed by Roman Polanski. This weekend, especially for Halloween, it’s being read terrifically, terrifyingly, as part of BBC Radio 4’s Fright Night series by Kim Cattrall, the English-Canadian actress who became famous as Samantha Jones in Sex and the City.

Rosemary's Baby

“Are you aware that the Bramford had a rather unpleasant reputation around the turn of the century? It’s where the Trench sisters conducted their little dietary experiments. And Keith Kennedy held his parties. Adrian Marcato lived there too… The Trench sisters were two proper Victorian ladies — they cooked and ate several young children including a niece…Adrian Marcato practiced witchcraft. He made quite a splash in the ’90s by announcing that he’d conjured up the living devil. Apparently, people believed him so they attacked and nearly killed him in the lobby of the Bramford… Later, the Keith Kennedy business began and by the ’20s, the house was half empty… World War II filled the house up again… They called it Black Bramford… This house has a high incidence of unpleasant happenings. In 1959, a dead infant was found wrapped in newspaper in the basement…”


Halloween

Saturday, 31 October, 2015 0 Comments

Last autumn, the flames of our bonfire burned brightly at twilight. Sparks flew high into the indigo sky and merged with falling stars. We tossed fire into the face of winter and sprinkled ourselves with holy water afterwards.

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The day after All Souls’ Day

Sunday, 3 November, 2013 0 Comments

All Hallows’ Eve is the eve of All Saints’ Day, which is then followed by All Souls’ Day, which was yesterday. In Mexico, the triduum becomes El Dia de los Muertos, when the dead, and death itself, are made welcome by the living. In her poem All Souls’ Day, Frances Bellerby dreads death, but the […]

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