Halloween Music Playlist

Posted in Uncategorized on October 26, 2009 by cydlee61

Here are some song titles I gathered up from various sources suggesting them as appropriate for Halloween.  I am familiar with all of them and think they fit except for Batman/Robin which I don’t recall ever hearing before.  Have any great suggestions for songs to add to this list?  Let me know please and I will add them!

Monster Mash – Bobby Pickett

Werewolves of London – Warren Zevon

Purple People Eater – Sheb Wooley

People are Strange – The Doors

Ballroom Blitz – Sweet

Ghostbusters – Ray Parker Jr.

Thriller – Michael Jackson

Wooly Bully – Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs

The Addams Family – Vic Mizzy

Time Warp – Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dead Man’s Party – Oingo Boingo

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes – Lewis Lee

Walking with a Ghost – Tegan and Sara

I Put a Spell on You – Screamin’ Jay Hawkins

Little Ghost – The White Stripes

Wolfman’s Brother – Phish

Witch Doctor – Alvin and the Chipmunks

Witchcraft – Frank Sinatra

Love Potion No. 9 – The Clovers

Twilight Zone movie theme

Spooky – The Classics IV

Psycho: Suite for Strings

In the Midnight Hour – Wilson Puckett

Batman-Robin Hood – Orlando Pops

Clap for the Wolfman – The Guess Who

Spiders and Snakes – Jim Stafford


Spooky Halloween Stories

Posted in Uncategorized on October 26, 2009 by cydlee61

Here are some links to places online where they have some great Halloween stories.  Some of them are even done in podcast format for extra creepiness!  Enjoy!





The Hilarious House of Frightenstein

Posted in Uncategorized on October 26, 2009 by cydlee61

“Another lovely day begins, for ghosts and ghouls with greenish skin…so close your eyes, and you will find that you’ve arrived in Frightenstein.  Perhaps the Count will find a way to make his monster work today..for if he solves this monster-mania, he can return to Transylvania.  So, welcome where the sun won’t shine, to the castle of Count Frightenstein!”  (the opening words to the show “Hilarious House of Frightenstein” recited by Vincent Price).

There is a little cult classic 1970’s TV show here in Canada known as The Hilarious House of Frightenstein.  My daughter and I both grew up on the show (reruns for her!) and honestly, looking back on it now, I often say “Huh?  I liked this show eh?” because it’s so campy, there are so many lame jokes, and so much slapstick humour.  Still, every time I see it in my TV listings (yes the reruns are still going strong), I have to smile and every once in a while, I will catch part of an episode if only for nostalgia’s sake.  The show was the brainchild of Riff Markowitz but it was the star, Billy Van, who was instrumental in its success.  Van, a comedian who began his show business career at the age of 12 and who was the son of Vaudeville performers, played the majority of the characters on the show from Count Frightenstein himself to Grizelda the Ghastly Gourmet to Dr. Pet Vet to the Librarian (and more!).  You may be more familiar with Van’s work as a guest star on such shows as The Sonny and Cher Show, The Ray Stevens Show, and The Bobby Vinton Show.  The Hilarious House of Frightenstein was a comedy sketch show based on the adventures of the residents of Castle Frightenstein, run by Count Frightenstein, the 13th son of Count Dracula who was banished to Frightenstein because he was unable to revive his version of Frankenstein’s monster, Brucie J. Monster.  There was even a musical segment, hosted by The Wolfman, in which Igor would dance to popular music of the time.  Apparently, due to copyright restrictions, those musical segments have unfortunately been removed from the reruns currently playing but if you want to check one out, there are plenty of them out there on Youtube.  Unheard of nowadays, all 130 episodes of the show were filmed in a single 9 month period in 1971!  One special addition to the show was the appearance of Vincent Price, something that greatly increased the market for the show to include not only Canada but select cities in the United States as well.  Price did the opening and closing for each show and would at times appear within the show to recite some sort of “creepy” poem.  Ask any of us who grew up on the show and we can likely recite his opening and closing words from heart.

Count Frightenstein himself (played by Billy Van)

What is a vampire Count without his Igor? (Igor played by Fishka Rais)

And finally, once again here is Vincent Price doing the infamous closing to the show:

“The castle lights are growing dim…there’s no one left but me and him.  When next we meet in Frankenstone….don’t come alone!”

Darling Clementine Part 3

Posted in Uncategorized on October 24, 2009 by cydlee61

That realization shocked Clem back to reality and she noticed that the mist was continuing to spread.  The fear over getting lost again and concern over what that noise, heard once when she was 4 and now heard once again, was overwhelming.  “To hell with all this,” she thought.  “I am NOT getting lost again.  I am out of here!”  With that thought, the sound, the one that had been haunting her all night began again in earnest.  There was a definite quality of someone being harmed to that sound…it was a wailing, almost an animalistic noise.  Sigh.  That last thought tugged at her conscience a bit. 

 Cue the reappearance of the horned and haloed ones perched in their respective spots on her shoulders.  Clem reached up and using her middle finger and thumb, she flicked each of them off of her shoulders.  “No way! Not this time!  You two get me into trouble every time! I am making my OWN decision this time!” she yelled at them.  “I am going back into the house. (The little devil began to smirk picturing Clem crawling into her bed and snuggling under the warm covers.) OH NO!” she reprimanded him.  “Don’t you look so smug!  I am NOT crawling into bed.  I am NOT abandoning that poor creature out there!  I am going back into the house so that I can make my way out to the front and onto the street.  I will have much better luck at finding some help out there and then together we will save that poor injured soul!” 

Clem, being a bit of a drama queen anyway, clutched her hands to her heart as she made this outpouring.  “Don’t you see? We can’t just abandon someone who is in such obvious pain and dire circumstances! It’s our duty to help!”  At this point, she notices that now the little angel is the one smirking.  “NO!” Clem yells at her.  “Not from you either!  You are just as much of a trouble maker as he is!  What do you think you were trying to do? Get me killed out here?  It IS our duty to help whoever that is making that god-awful racket out there but it must be done sensibly.  It will do no good whatsoever for us to get horribly lost or so badly injured that we can be of no use ourselves now will it? No of course it won’t!  But you didn’t think of that did you?  Blindly leading me into one catastrophe after another, nearly getting me killed all the time…”

Clem suddenly stopped her rant when she realized something.  That “god-awful racket out there” was no more.  She leaned her head to one side, cocked her ear up, concentrating and listening intently for the sound of the moaning but she heard nothing.  She waited.  And waited.  Still nothing.  Fear was rising in her heart.  Fear on behalf of whoever had been making that moaning sound and now was not.  Fear that it was now too late.  Fear that she had, in arguing with herself, taken too long and that it was now, too late. 

 Clem stood, frozen in place, frozen with fear and guilt and an overwhelming sense of uncertainty.  She was so consumed by all of this that she didn’t notice the continuing rise of the mist.  She didn’t notice it enveloping her entire body, wrapping around her like a cocoon, swirling around and around almost as if alive, and growing thicker and thicker until it was nearly like being encompassed by a blanket.  By the time Clem realized what was happening it was too late.  She couldn’t go back to the house; she couldn’t go forward towards the ravine.  Well, that’s not really true.  She COULD go anywhere she wanted to go.  She just couldn’t see to get there. 

Clem was now completely disoriented.  She was fairly certain that if she just made a 180 degree turn and started walking she would be headed towards her back door but she couldn’t be 100% positive.  And of course, just as she convinced herself that she couldn’t stand there forever and that she would have to take the risk, the moaning began again.  Her prior guilt made her feel even more compelled to find this person, to help them.  “Damn my guilty conscience!” she thought as she walked blindly towards the sound.  After walking into tree branch after tree branch, Clem realized that her lantern was no longer effective. 

 In the foggy dark, it just seemed to make everything look hazier instead of adding clarity and she realized that having both hands free could be advantageous in fighting her way through the trees and the brush.  Clem set the lantern carefully down on the ground.  She toyed with the idea of blowing out the flame but reasoned that she might need to come back for this lantern and use it again at some point and left it as is.  It was a moot point, however, as the moment it touched the ground, it was as if the earth opened up and swallowed the lantern whole.  It completely disappeared from sight.  Clem groped around in the mist and darkness for it, unable to believe that it could have just simply disappeared and choosing instead to believe that she could no longer see it because they were just obscuring it from her view.  It became clear after several fruitless minutes of thorough searching on the ground that this was not the case.  The lantern was gone.  Plain and simple.  Well, perhaps not so simple as this didn’t fit in with any explanations of the world with which Clem was familiar. 

 There was nothing more to do but to move forward.  She reached both hands out in front of her face in an attempt to shield herself from any trees, bushes, or other potential dangers and she stuck her feet out carefully one at a time to poke at the ground before taking a step in case she ventured too close to the edge of the ravine.  She made slow but steady progress in this manner, always following the sound of the moaning.  In fact, she concentrated on the moans, focusing all her thoughts on the sound.  It played over and over in her head like a soundtrack and the familiarity of it had her puzzled once again.  The fact that there was this underlying musical quality to it had her puzzled too.  It wasn’t as if she had heard such generalized sounds of distress before…it was as if she had heard these particular sounds before…the exact intonations, the exact volume, the exact rhythm.  

As she moved closer and as she listened, Clem came back to the same shocking revelation she had earlier.  It was the exact song-like moaning she had heard back when she was 4 years old and lost in that store!  She had been denying it since she first had the thought…convincing herself that it wasn’t possible, that it was her imagination, her memory playing tricks on her but now she knew it was true.   “No! That can’t be!” she thought.  “That’s crazy talk Clem!”  And yet even as she tried to talk herself out of the very thought of it, the closer she came to the source of the sound, the clearer it became and the more she knew she was right. 

It was a song.  A baleful, mournful song.  She struggled to make out the words.  Déjà vu swept over her again…such a strong sense of it!  She felt like she KNEW this song…like she SHOULD know this song!  She continued to move closer to the source of what she now knew was a song.  “I need to hear the lyrics,” she thought. “I must see who is singing this song.”  All the while there was that tiny voice inside telling her to turn around and run, don’t walk, back home as fast as she can.  All the while, little hairs were beginning to stand up on the back of her neck.  All the while tiny little goosebumps were forming on her arms.

Darling Clementine Part 2

Posted in Uncategorized on October 20, 2009 by cydlee61

Clementine placed each step gingerly on the ground, the lantern not quite lighting things up enough for her to feel secure in her progress.  The ground felt oddly hollow under her feet.  It seemed as if with each step she could hear it echo and reverberate through the earth below her, the vibrations feeling like slight tremors of an earthquake.  “I don’t remember it feeling like this before,” she thought and she wondered if it were the dark or perhaps the storm playing tricks on her.  She attempted to lighten her footsteps but it seemed as though the more gently she placed her foot down, the louder the echo and the stronger the vibrations.  She soon found herself staring at her feet in wonder.  

As she did, she noticed another oddity.  A mist was beginning to gather around her feet.  At first she thought she was imagining it.  She squinted and leaned in closer to take a better look.  As she did, the mist began to grow and there was no longer any doubt as to its presence.  Clem forgot about the strange sensations under her feet as she quickened her pace but the mist rose ever faster, swirling about her feet and legs.  “Of course it had to get foggy,” she muttered under her breath. “It just wouldn’t be the plot of some stupid B movie without fog.”  Sarcasm…Clem’s way of dealing with overwhelming fear.  

Clem looked around, visually taking in her surroundings.  The trees seemed darker and taller somehow…and it seemed as if there were more of them.  “Impossible!”  This, along with the increasing fog, disoriented her.  Her head whipped from side to side, eyes darting back and forth frantically as she looked around for something familiar, a landmark of sorts to help place her location.  When she had difficulty finding one, Clem felt an old familiar feeling begin to rise up within her chest.  Panic.  

In her mind, she was suddenly 4 years old in the ladies’ clothing department of the local discount store.  She had been shopping with her mother and grandmother, holding their hands, toddling along beside them as they browsed through the racks.  From her vantage point, the racks of clothing were just too exciting to resist.  All the pretty colours and designs…the soft, silky fabrics…she just had to touch them!  She had to caress them!  She wanted to wrap herself right up in them!  Clem used her hands to part the clothes on the rack as if peering through some bushes.  She tried to step into the opening but the clothes were packed in there too tightly.  She got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the clothing to the very centre of the rack.  

Once in the middle, she marveled at all the colours, patterns, and textures.  She stroked the articles of clothing against her cheeks, wrapped them around her shoulders, giggled quietly at her private little adventure.  After a time, Clem pulled some of the clothing aside and peered out from her secret hideaway.  She could see another rack of clothing, this one filled with pieces even more colourful, even more tempting than this.  Not wanting to alert anyone to the location of her next secret clubhouse, she got on her hands and knees and crawled quietly to the next rack to repeat her adoration of the clothing.  (Is it any wonder she grew up to be a clothing designer?)  Clem repeated this pattern over and over going from rack to rack.  

After quite some time, Clementine found herself out of clothing racks.  She had been through all of them and there were no more ahead.  In fact, when she peered out from her vantage point this time, all she could see was the little cafeteria style restaurant that was in the department store.  “Hmmm,” she thought. “That’s not where I am supposed to be.  Mommy and Nana are back with the pretty clothes!”  She turned back around to the last rack she had been hiding in and crawled back inside to retrace her steps.  

At first, she enjoyed the adventure of going back through her many secret hideaways but in time, in the back of her mind, she was starting to worry a bit.  It seemed to be taking much longer to get back to Mommy than it did to go through the racks in the first place!  After a long time (she later found out it was hours), Clem came out from a rack and realized she was staring at the same rack she had seen now 5 times over.  Tears began to well up in her eyes.  The words she had been pushing from her head for several hours were now screaming in her brain – I AM LOST!  The moment she allowed the words to take hold of her thoughts, she began to sob.  Suddenly, Clem became aware of a strange sound.  She stopped sobbing and tried to figure out where the sound was coming from.  Even more so, she was trying to figure out WHAT the sound was.  It was an eerie sound…like music and moaning all at once and…. 

“OH MY GOD”, Clem screamed out loud at the realization this memory had brought forth.  That sound…that ghostly song that she heard when she was lost in the discount store…it’s the same one that had been haunting her tonight!

Darling Clementine Part 1

Posted in Uncategorized on October 16, 2009 by cydlee61

It was shortly after midnight.  Clementine had just stepped out of the bathtub and was drying off when she heard a soft, low moaning sound coming from outside.  Clem paused and listened intently.  Was it the wind?  She heard it again, slightly louder this time.  No, that was definitely not the wind!  It sounded more like a wounded animal or perhaps a person in danger.  Clem hurriedly finished drying off and threw on a pair of sweats, a hoodie, and some Uggs.  She reached for the doorknob on her back door and hesitated.  “What are you thinking Clem?” she muttered to herself.  “Call 911! Let the professionals handle this!”  She turned around and headed back towards the kitchen and reached for the phone.  

Another moan, this one even louder, longer, and this time there was something familiar to it.  Hauntingly familiar.  “I’ve heard this sound before,” she thought.  Again, she reached for the doorknob and again, she admonished herself to call the police.  Clem picked up the phone and at that very moment, a flash of lightning filled the room with light as a crack of thunder boomed through the air, startling her and causing her to drop the phone to the floor.  Clem paused for a moment to regain her composure and then bent over to pick up the phone.  As she did, BOOM, another thunder and lightning hit and this time, all of the lights in her house went out.  “Damn it!” Clem yelled out loud.  She groped around on the floor and found the phone, putting it to her ear.  No dial tone.  She placed it back on its cradle and then put it back to her ear.  Still no dial tone.  “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” she yelled.  

The moaning drew her attention to the backyard once again.  “Now what am I supposed to do?” she wondered.  “Not much in total darkness that’s for sure!” She felt her way around the kitchen for the drawer in which she stores the boxes of matches.  She uttered a few choice curse words as she tripped over the cat’s water dish, soaking her right Ugg, and stubbing her toe on the kitchen cabinet but she was finally successful.  “Ok, now for something to light!” she said to herself.  She made her way slowly and carefully to the fireplace and ran her hands gently over the brickwork until she felt the wood of the mantel.  “Ahhh, there it is!” she thought, when she felt the cool glass of the oil lamp.  She reached out to take hold of it and it crashed to the floor, shattering into many many pieces.  More curse words!  “Fine! I’ll use the metal one instead!” she said to no one in particular.  She continued running her hands along the mantel in search of the antique tin lantern.  The curse words got increasingly colourful as she got a sliver in her hand from the mantel and a cut in her foot from the broken oil lamp but she was finally successful in finding the lantern.  She opened the trap door on the side, struck a match, and lit the wick within.  The room was illuminated with candlelight, shadows of leaves blowing in the building wind outside dancing around on the walls.

By this point, Clem’s toe was throbbing, her foot was bleeding, her finger hurt, and with the power off, the house was starting to get chilly.  With her hair still wet from the bath, she shivered.  “That’s it.  I am leaving whatever it is out there up to the authorities.  I have had enough “adventure” for one night.  I am going to crawl into bed!” she thought.  Of course the moment that thought entered her mind, it was almost as if whatever it was causing the moaning “sensed” her reluctance and it picked up again, as with each prior time, louder and more “insistent” sounding than before.  Clementine’s conscience began to gnaw at her.  She could very nearly picture the little devil on one shoulder telling her to just go crawl into her nice safe, warm bed and the angel on the other telling her to get out there and help whatever it is making that god-awful sound!  “I wish I was more of a bad-ass” she thought as she pulled her hood up over her head and clutched her jacket tightly around her chest.  “I also wish I could see well enough to find my warm woolen gloves,” she said, cursing the cold as she walked out her back door. 

Clem carried the lantern in one hand, holding it up in front of her face to light her way.  As she reached the bottom step of her back porch, she hesitated again for a moment, trying to get her bearings in the darkness of the night.  She surveyed the sky, noting that despite the stormy weather, there wasn’t a cloud in sight.  There also weren’t any stars in sight which seemed unusual for such a clear, dark sky.  The moon, however, was present; it was full, large, orangey-red and looming low on the horizon.  Another deep breath.  Clem was wishing she had reached up and flicked that little angel right off her shoulder and stomped her into the ground right at that moment but she took one more deep breath and took a step in the direction of the sound.  Her property was surrounded on two sides by farmland, cornfields to be exact, and to the back, by a ravine in the woods leading down to a stream.  The noise was coming from the direction of the ravine.  “Of course it is,” she thought.  It momentarily entered Clem’s mind that were this taking place in a horror movie, she would currently be one of the audience members screaming at the screen, telling the leading lady (herself) what a fool she was for venturing out into the woods to investigate a haunting sound on such a spooky night especially when everything seems to be going so wrong.  Had she learned NOTHING from all those years of peeking through her fingers when her best friend dragged her to all those Halloween movie marathons?  And yet…she continued on towards the ravine.