October- 31 Days of Hallowe'en

[Clockwork Black]

Gotta say either Frankensteins monster or the Mummy

[missmacabre]

I think I'm gonna make a pumpkin in 3D design class as practice today.

[nightmare_of _death]

It's probably been done before, but a couple of years ago I made a 12 days of Halloween,but we could change it to 31 days. I had the lyrics written down but lost them over the years. We could make one of our own?

I normally hang out with my friends,we normally play DDR(Dance Dance Revolution), watch horror movies...of course, and hang out in town... (barns n noble,walmart... etc....while dressed up) :) hopefully going to go to some haunted houses this year.

[massacre man]

Some videos, the first 2 are by Michael Dougherty (Trick 'R Treat)





And an old Halloween cartoon.

[ferretchucker]

Originally Posted by _____V_____

But witches are not monsters. They are just black hoochie poochie poo thingies!

Hmmmm. Depends on how you see them. They may not be large, lumbering things, but as a child they scare you and they're probably the most halloween-y creatures, aside from ghosts I suppose.

[fortunato]

Oh man, I love the old Skeleton Dance cartoon.

[newb]

another great Disney one.

[neverending]

I believe it was Rod who originally posted this, but it bears repeating every year:

[missmacabre]

All this talk of skeletons reminded me of these telefrancais videos we had to watch in French Class in grade school with puppet skeletons, a creepy puppet named Natalie and a pinapple name l'anana (pinapple). This is what we do in school in Canada.

[Roderick Usher]

one of my creepy kid's poems


Underneath the Bed
(c) 2007

Mother said “it’s time to sleep”
And kissed me on the head,
Story time was over
And the prayers had all been said.
She wishes me sweet dreams
But my heart is filled with dread.
Mother won’t believe
There’s something underneath the bed.

There’s something underneath the bed,
I swear I heard it breathing.
Inside my troubled mind
All sorts of nasty things are seething.
Maybe it’s a blob
That absorbs its victims whole.
Maybe it’s a succubus
Who’s come to eat my soul.
Terrified to close my eyes
For fear I’ll soon be dead.
I lift the sheets – oh no!
There’s something underneath the bed!

“There’s something underneath the bed!”
I screamed into the night.
Into the room my parents flew
And clicked the bedroom light.
“I saw its bloody dripping fangs
And its yellow eyes!”
My father said “Son cut it out,
Stop telling awful lies.
I’ll show you there is nothing,
Not one thing for you to fear.”
And dropping to his knees,
Into the darkness he did peer.

But the darkness looked right back at him,
And yanked him down below.
And screams echoed through the night
As blood began to flow.
The mattress leapt, my mother shrieked,
Outside the house we fled.
“Now do you believe there’s something underneath the bed?”