Stowe, VT - Some hauntings are benign, harmless to all who encounter them and enjoy a shiver at their brush with the supernatural. Some are helpful, welcoming even. But there are others, in which the dead sits and waits, anticipation and hope turning first to anger, then to rage and madness.
When you do what we do for a living, you end up meeting a lot of people on the road. In a way, we become sort of like a family. Some you see only on occasion, and some you become truly close with. Lou Gentile was one of those people whom you can easily connect with. At least that's the way it was for me. It's with a heavy heart that I say that he's gone.
Charleston, SC - There are people in her house. She doesn't know them, but they come in droves. They eat in her living room, cook in her kitchen, and pay her no mind at all. After such a long life of lonely solitude, the air is thick with conversation and the scent of Lowcountry spices. Of course she hasn't lived here, or anywhere, for a long time, and the house is no longer her home, but she continues to walk the floors and look out the windows, remembering a time that once was.
Richmond, VA - Richmond, Virginia, is a city of contrasts. Signs of the modern world abound, alongside pieces of its rich history. Downtown holds a tiny house, its walls made of stone, in which visitors gather to pay respects to a great man. Though he never lived here, many of his things are now cared for within. And while some come for a glimpse of the property of the mad genius, others can feel him watching, roaming the halls, and looking at the things that once belonged to him.
Toledo, OH - Do houses have memories? Why is it that in some places, people can feel an electric energy, can feel the house live around them, while in others, there seems to be nothing but walls and a roof? Truly, some houses are unassuming but have witnessed extraordinary events. Others, though grand in scale, lack the love and passion to give the house a personality, a life, of its own.
Charleston, SC – In the night a woman wakes. There’s someone in her room. She can hear him walk across the floor, feel his presence as he watches her still form, and can feel his weight when he lies down next to her, draping his arm across her body. She turns to see a pale figure, almost transparent in the moonlight, and screams. The figure gets up and makes a hasty retreat through the nearest wall. Outside her room something else awaits, its hideous growls resounding from its headless body. She looks from wall to door. Which should she choose?
Fond Du Lac, WI - You are running, not just for your life, but for those of your children and their children after. Traveling by night, you listen for the bay of dogs on your trail, watch for the faint glow of torches. They're coming, close on your heels, and relentless. In the darkness, across the hostile land, stands a man with a lantern, beckoning. You follow because it's what you've been told to do.
Duluth, MN - The newspaper headlines read like a tale from a dime-store detective novel. An heiress murdered, a fortune to blame, and all set in an enormous mansion overlooking a lake. And now, more than thirty years after the crime, the victims are still not at rest. During the night, lights flicker and shadows glide from room to room, as the dead continue to tell their tale, unfettered by the truth, that they died long ago.
Anchorage, Alaska - Hotels are, by their nature, frightening places. Horror scribe Stephen King wrote how one never knows what happened in the room before a lodger lays his head down to sleep. Who slept there before? And who died? In the dead of night, with the blankets pulled up tight to your chin, what is it in the darkness that sounds like breathing? Is the cold merely because of a draft of frigid night air, or is there something more lurking in the darkness?
Apparently the new poster released by Lionsgate for the upcoming The Haunting in Connecticut, which you can see to your right, stirred up quite a bit of conversation and controversy with regard to the paranormal phenomenon known as ectoplasm.
Banta (Tracy), CA - Off the beaten path, away from large cities and burghs, there are small towns with curious histories. Travelers stop to brush away the road dust and enjoy a hearty meal while soaking in some of the local atmosphere. Between the tables there’s a faint mist that floats without benefit of a breeze, accompanied by the sounds of a crying child. Behind the bar, a man stands ready, dutifully handing out cold long-necks, but he knows he’s just holding the space.
Florence, OR - Over a cliff once known as the Devil’s Elbow there shines a light to warn ships of approaching danger. Shining more than twenty miles out to sea, her light pierces the night and keeps those unfamiliar with the Oregon coastline safe from the cliffs and jagged rocks. But behind her light, something walks in the night, her eyes red with tears, her cry plaintive. Just who she was, or why she remains is something of a mystery with very few clues. But few doubt that she is real, having been sighted for more than sixty years.
The name Cuyle Carvin may not be instantly recognizable to Dread Central readers, but the 29-year-old is a veteran of several horror films including Fog Warning, Assault of the Sasquatch (also known as Sasquatch Ass
If you have never had the pleasure of dealing with The Booth Brothers, you are missing out on both some hilarity and serious professionalism, British cowboy rock star-style. The identical twins first made an impression on the horror community with their feature film Death Tunnel, which was s