Showing posts with label supernatural. Show all posts
Showing posts with label supernatural. Show all posts

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

October 31st

 

fell witches titter

monsters batter at the door

greedy zombie roars

wash them away rain

make it thunder make it pour

skidding werewolf paws

It’s Halloween, we used to make the effort and D would bake biscuits and cakes, carve pumpkins, but we haven’t last few years. We just hide in the dark and wait for the trick or treaters to wander off! We didn’t actually get anyone knocking this year though, for two reasons. One, I think it’s all very well run round here, if you have a pumpkin in your window that means you can knock. Parents accompany the kids, it’s all very polite and respectful. Secondly, it absolutely hammered it down *evil laugh*

Friday, 3 February 2012

February 3rd

 

Disembodied head,

Eyes tight shut, I know he’s there,

Waiting by my bed.

 

There was a book club at my junior school. It was a special treat getting a book. Books were luxuries, I had the library of course, but I didn’t have many books of my own, which is why I cherished those I owned, comics (I got one a week) or otherwise. So I was absolutely delighted when I got one of the Usborne Pocketbooks, Supernatural guides. It was the “Haunted Houses, Ghosts and Spectres” one.

The artwork still has quite an impact for me, it smacks me in the chest with that thrill of fear I used to feel as an 8 year old. I used to be scared of the dark, one particular image stuck with me. It was of a blue disembodied head which haunted someone in an old country house. I used to hide under the covers (a classic ward against evil) terrified to peek, eyes shut fast, thinking if I opened my eyes and looked upwards, he would be there, looking down on me, silent, judgemental, evil, his mouth slowly opening and closing with no sound coming out. My imagination was rampant. I felt if I looked at him, he would literally scare me to death, by floating towards my face, till he was only inches away from me and then enter my face and possess me. I was that scared. Interestingly, the artist must’ve used an image of old horror actor Lon Chaney Jr to base his work on, when he played the phantom of the opera. Years later I saw the image of the Phantom and instantly thought “that’s my ghost!”, I’d forgotten about the book by then. So I went back to my old bedroom at my mums house then and retrieved it.

I still have the book, I’ll never throw it away. It’s beautiful, the artwork is amazing, it makes me feel happy and sad. Sometimes it’s nice to feel like you’re little again. South Harringay infants and junior school, aged 5 to 10 were wonderful times. I was so happy there.