THE TEMPLE OF THE BODY
THE TEMPLE OF THE BODY by Eric Netterlund I drift through the high desert alone, and the foothills bow at my heels. I have slept through centuries, but now awake my stomach complains at its own emptiness. The distant lights…
THE TEMPLE OF THE BODY by Eric Netterlund I drift through the high desert alone, and the foothills bow at my heels. I have slept through centuries, but now awake my stomach complains at its own emptiness. The distant lights…
By James Newman I promise you’ve never seen anything like this. Don Coscarelli (Phantasm) directed this adaptation of a novella by Joe R. Lansdale. It’s the story of Elvis (yep, that Elvis, played to perfection here by genre icon Bruce…
LATE FEBRUARY HUNT by W. H. Hackel IV I hunt, not for a living, not for sport, but due to a sense of tradition. I hunt in order to keep the archaic remembrance of my family relevant. I remember my…
By James Newman Say what you will about Keanu’s accent. And I’ll admit Winona wasn’t great. But there’s a lot more good than bad to talk about in regards to Francis Ford Coppola’s version of Dracula. We got Gary Oldman…
“What can we say we say about Wednesday that hasn’t already been said? Zombies, vampires, mummies and other things best left for dead? Join us once again this merry Wednesday, when Christine Morgan will be joining me and chatting about,…
FROM THE REMAINS OF THE AIRSHIP INTREPID by Maxwell Marais April 21st, 1883 Perhaps it is suspicion that has driven me to create this journal. Perhaps it is paranoia that I may not be seen again. But if that is…
By James Newman Night of the Creeps knows exactly what it is, and it never aspires to be more: a B-movie roller-coaster ride full of aliens, zombies, and oh-so-quotable dialogue. When the students of a small college are infected by brain-eating…
BLANK by Richard S. Crawford “You won’t remember this,” the hitchhiker said. He delivered the statement with a yawn, as if were old news. Jack Parker jumped, startled, splashing cold coffee from his travel mug onto his leg. He’d driven…
By James Newman Claire Holt and the always-likeable Mandy Moore play sisters cage-diving in Mexico. The winch that holds their cage suddenly breaks and they plummet to the ocean floor . . . where they’re surrounded by ravenous sharks, their…
“By the pricking of my thumb, something Wednesday this way comes. That’s right, it’s another AfterRotting good time to be had. 9PM EST tonight, Wednesday, June the 15th – be there, or be… dessert! Bring cookies, there will be a…
THE BONK HOUSE by LH Michael The thing started with a letter from my father, an unwelcomed letter left unopened for three weeks. We hadn’t spoken in two years. I opened it; more chicken scratch. The man’s handwriting had become…