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October 9, 2023 · 2:06 am

The Weird And The Wonderful

by Lillian Csernica on October 8, 2023

I love classic ghost stories. They combine my love of history with my fascination for the supernatural. These are my favorite stories by ten of the very best writers of weird fiction. Some names may be familiar to you. I hope you will take a chance and explore the names you don’t recognize. There are few better ways to celebrate the spooky season than curling up under a warm blanket with stories that will give you a definite chill.

The Sweeper by A.M. Burrage

The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Oh Whistle And I’ll Come To You, My Lad by M.R. James

The October Country by Ray Bradbury

The Upper Berth by F. Marion Crawford

Negotium Perambulans by E.F. Benson

The Voice In The Night by William Hope Hodgson

Madame Crowl’s Ghost by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

The Old House In VauxHall Walk by Mrs. J.H. Riddell

Silver Screen Scares

by Lillian Csernica on October 7, 2023

Horror movies are a long tradition in my family. Back in the 1930s, my grandfather worked at Universal Studios, home of the classic monster movies such as Frankenstein and The Mummy. I grew up on Seymour’s Creature Features and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, along with The Twilight Zone and Outer Limits. Allow me to share with you my Top Ten Scary Movies.

Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum — This gem comes from Korea and tells the story of the fateful night the crew of The Horror Times web series investigates an abandoned psychiatric asylum with a very dark past. If that sounds trite, believe me, this movie is anything but. I’m fond of paranormal movies from Asia because the cultural factors are so different from what we’re all used to here in the largely Judeo-Christian West. The intrepid explorers who go inside the asylum are directed by their leader who holes up in a big tent with all the computer equipment necessary for the livestream. There are some classic jump scares, but they’re mixed into many fresh moments. The story will keep you guessing right up until the chilling finale.

21 Days — Jacob, his girlfriend Shauna, and his buddy Kurt pack up their ghost hunting gear and set off to spend twenty-one days inside and abandoned house that may or may not be haunted. Rumor has it that anyone living in the house for more than twenty-one days comes to a bad end thanks to the evil spirits there. One family faced such a disaster. Another family got out in time. Jacob thinks the local First Nations tribe is fueling rumors about evil spirits because the tribe wants their land back. Neither family will say a word about their experiences, so fearful are they of supernatural vengeance. A strong set up for Jacob & Co. having themselves boarded up inside the house so they can make the documentary that will lead to fame and fortune. The steady escalation of wrongness on the property makes for good tension and suspense.

The Abominable Dr. Phibes — Vincent Price plays Dr. Anton Phibes, a brilliant but twisted man who blames his wife’s medical team for her untimely death. Dr. Phibes unleashes vengeance in the form of attacks based on the Ten Plagues of Egypt. This gets a whole lot weirder before it’s over. The art deco production design and Dr. Phibes’ own makeup must be seen to be believed. If you want to have your own freaky film festival, watch this plus the sequel Dr. Phibes Rises Again followed by Theatre of Blood.

Creature From The Black Lagoon — A team of scientists go on an expedition to the Amazon, hoping to find the mysterious “Gill-Man” whose existence has been revealed by fossils of a webbed claw. They find the Creature, who wears one of the greatest suits in cinematic history. Released in 1954, this movie combines the classic story of Beauty and the Beast with the xenophobia of the time. I think I was in elementary school when I first discovered the Creature. I couldn’t understand why the scientists were bothering the Creature, taking the tramp steamer with its smoke and gasoline and oil into the waters where the Creature lived. My child’s mind already saw that as bad for the environment. I already wanted to be a marine biologist, so I was firmly on the Creature’s side.

The Legend of Hell House — Based on the book Hell House by Richard Matheson, this movie is intense. A scientific paranormal investigation results in the investigators getting attacked, possessed, and exposed to at least two generations of nastiness. No way should I have seen this movie when I was still a kid. We’re not talking Mario Bava or Dario Argento levels of kink, but still. This movie exposed me to the kind of evil that can exist among both the living and the dead. (This is no relation to The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, aside from being in the supernatural horror genre.)

Grave Encounters — Released in 2011, Grave Encounters was among the earlier movies about a team of paranormal investigators who lock themselves into an abandoned mental asylum for the night hoping to document the activity reported to arise from the evil doctor who experimented on his patients. I don’t think I’m giving anything away when I say the investigation does not end well. The story held my interest. The characters are worth watching, especially team leader Lance Preston, played by Seth Rogerson. The ending is hard to take, but it does deliver on everything leading up to it. The sequel, Grave Encounters 2, is also good thanks again to a strong performance by Seth Rogerson.

Phantasm — To describe this movie at all is to give away some of the twists. If you know, you know. I found Phantasm really disturbing not least because it’s tricky knowing whether what’s happening onscreen is happening in the real world, in a dream, in another dimension, or another reality altogether. Beware the Tall Man and his silver sphere! Watching this movie will make you sleep with the lights on!

Aliens — I’m not a big fan of science fiction or space opera, but I really enjoyed Aliens. I’ve watched it four or five times. I did watch the first movie, Alien, as well. Thanks to H.R. Geiger, the aliens raised the bar when it came to scary monsters. Sigourney Weaver as Ripley has become an iconic female bad ass. Lance Henriksen, that horror rockstar, does a great job in his role as Ash.

REC — In Spain, a news crew riding along with a fire and rescue team enter an apartment building where the outbreak of an unknown illness leaves them sealed inside by the law enforcement and the military. As the infection spreads from person to person, the news crew starts piecing together the strange events tied to the building’s history. The actual source of the illness is one of the weirdest and most impressive plot twists I’ve seen in the zombie/found footage genre.

Bad Ben — Tom Riley sinks all of his money into a house available at a Sheriff’s auction. Problems start right away, prompting Tom to have security cameras installed. This leads to the viewer seeing strange activity both inside and outside the house. Tom digs into the history of the property and finds a whole lot that’s bizarre. The suspense, the occult forces at work, and Tom’s own pragmatic approach to the problem is a lot of fun to watch. There are now eleven movies in the series. I found the first three are the best, but they’re all a hoot.

The Imp Of The Perverse

by Lillian Csernica on October 5, 2023

In 1845, Edgar Allan Poe wrote a story that explored in fictional form concepts that would later be examined in the works of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung. The title of the story, The Imp Of The Perverse, has passed into the English language as a turn of phrase referring to self-destructive urges or behavior. Poe himself describes it this way:

“We stand upon the brink of a precipice. We peer into the abyss—we grow sick and dizzy. Our first impulse is to shrink away from the danger. Unaccountably we remain… it is but a thought, although a fearful one, and one which chills the very marrow of our bones with the fierceness of the delight of its horror. It is merely the idea of what would be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height… for this very cause do we now the most vividly desire it.“

As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, when I was a teenager I had a strong curiosity about all things supernatural. I read a lot of books, both fiction and nonfiction. I watched a lot of movies, both documentary and total make-believe. All of this research and exploration churned inside my mind and gave rise to this poem, published by editor Emerian Rich on HorrorAddicts.Net.

EVIL SIRENS SWEETLY SINGING

Wake to the world of the darkness

Wake! To the world of the Night.

Burn with the fires of Hecate

Ache with the Devil’s delight.

Live in the land of Jung’s Shadow

Dance in the mind’s shady gloom

Dive into Charon’s black waters

Swing on the bellrope of Doom!

Hark to the Muse of the Lethe

Smash sanity’s last painful shard

Revel with your nightmare secrets

Give voice to the soul’s darkest bard.

Cry with your soul’s hundred voices

Fling wide the crypt in your heart

Bathe in the hungers within you

Damnation is only the start!

Faulty Fortunetelling

by Lillian Csernica on October 4, 2023

I was raised Roman Catholic. When it came time for my Confirmation, I decided to leave the Roman Catholic Church. Confirmation meant making a commitment to act as an adult according to the Church’s dogma and practices. I told my mother I did not believe what the Roman Catholic Church taught, mainly because I couldn’t reconcile the contradictions between this God of love and mercy I kept hearing about and the really scary people who served him. In my parish, we had several fire and brimstone Irish Catholic priests, the kind with silvery hair and brick red faces who never smiled.

Mom let me off the hook for Confirmation, but she didn’t give me any ideas about filling the sudden void in my spiritual life. Chaucer said an idle mind is the Devil’s workshop. He must must have known a few teenagers. I had an active mind, a strong curiosity, and a love of reading, so I started looking into subjects much better left alone. Back then I liked to watch horror movies, classics featuring Christopher Lee, Vincent Price, and Peter Cushing. I wanted to know where the filmmakers got their ideas for the monsters, sorcery, and strange occult organizations. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Lucky for me, my Holy Guardian Angel kept a lifeline attached to my silly soul and hauled me out of danger more than once.

I mention all this to give you a context for what I was like when I plunged into the world of divination, or fortunetelling. A lot of those scary movies I’d been watching featured curses, omens, and ancient artifacts, even items that could help foretell the future. So I rushed right out and bought myself a Tarot deck. Being very much a traditionalist, I bought the deck created by Arthur Edward Waite along with his book on interpretation. Waite was a member of at least one of the occult organizations very prominent at the turn of the century when spiritualism was all the rage among the intelligentsia. The enormous popularity of séances, table-tapping, and Ouija boards prompted professional illusionists such as the great Houdini to debunk the frauds. I’ve met a lot of people who have really wanted to believe they were psychic. Many of them just wanted their dreams to be real. The problem with that kind of thinking is, you can’t have just the good dreams be real. The nightmares are part of the deal too.

When I was in high school I worked in community theater as a stage or lighting technician. That meant I got to hang around backstage, be part of the magic of a live performance, and go to the cast parties. The show onstage was nothing compared to what I’d see at the cast party afterward. At one of these parties I brought along my Tarot deck and set myself up in a corner. This was not a smart idea. Trying to peer into the mysteries of the Infinite for people who are drunk and/or wasted on recreational drugs does not end well. Divination should not be treated like a party game, like one more cool thing to do after you have your face painted, but there I was, sixteen years old and so sure I knew what I was doing.

A few people wanted to have readings done. The only one I remember clearly is the one I hope I never forget. An older woman wanted to ask the cards a question about a problem involving her daughter. I don’t recall the problem. I worked my way through the cards I’d dealt, watching the woman for her reactions. Fool that I was, I let my eagerness to please color what I saw in the cards and how I expressed the cards’ meanings. The woman went away with a smile that seemed a little too broad. I was bright enough to spot that, but totally blind to what caused it.

A man who’d been sitting nearby watching me do the readings asked me if I understood what I’d just done. He pointed out the way the older woman had asked the question indicated she’d already decided what her daughter should do. I worked so hard for her approval that I totally missed the trap and fell right into it. I’d given that woman the answer she wanted. Now she’d go to her daughter and tell her daughter what she should do. If the daughter had other ideas, Mom could back up her own opinion with the authority of my Tarot reading. I had given the older woman what could be called psychic leverage. That might cause friction and hidden resentments and who knows what other emotional and spiritual damage. The man who explained all this to me wanted me to understand that I had no clue how much responsibility went along with presenting myself as a fortuneteller. He was right. Even now, forty years later, I still feel ashamed for being so ignorant and arrogant.

There just isn’t the kind of Better Business Bureau that would be really helpful in terms of knowing whether or not a given psychic is any good at his or her predictions. It doesn’t take much to learn how to become what’s known as a “cold reader,” where you can just look at someone an be able to tell him or her all kinds of personal facts about his or her private life. I can do it because I’m a writer and a trained observer. There’s nothing mystical about it. What also helps is the fact that people fall into a limited number of types. Once you identify the type, you can make several fairly accurate statements or predictions.

And then there are the people who are flat out grifters. Liars and cheats and the kind of people who will use private detectives or the on staff equivalent to do the legwork needed to find out a wealth of information about the client. People simply do not realize how much can be learned about them from the Internet. Facebook, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, all the blogging sites, they’re all sources of information that will help the phony psychic amaze clients and keep milking them for more and more money.

Whether the psychic is legitimate or a con man, genuinely talented or a self-deluded fake, there is still the issue of responsibility. Clients come to psychics for all kinds of reasons. Hidden agendas are called that precisely because they’re hidden. What’s worse, the agenda may be hidden even from the client because of whatever emotional or spiritual baggage obstructs clear self-knowledge. The psychic can’t known exactly how the client will use the information the psychic provides. Just as I had no idea how that older woman might choose to manipulate her daughter with the “mystic insights” of my Tarot reading, so even the most honest and spiritually clean psychic cannot foresee all of the causes and effect.