Flavorwire has a great list of their 50 scariest short stories, many of which are available to read online. The list includes a lot of obvious, undeniable classics by authors like Ray Bradbury, Richard Matheson, H.P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, and M.R. James, as well as some contemporary favorites, like Joyce Carol Oates, Kelly Link, and Mary Gaitskill.
I strongly endorse all the ones I’ve read from this list and I’m excited to check out those I haven’t read. Yay spooky stories!
Listen on 8tracks
“They Are the Night Zombies!!” — Sufjan Stevens
“The Ghost Who Walks” — Karen Elson
“Help I’m Alive” — Metric
“Walking With A Ghost” — Tegan and Sara
“Six and Three Quarters” — Ipso Facto
“Superstition” — The Kills
“For Real” — Okkervile River
“Dead and Lovely” — Tom Waits
“I Ain’t Superstitious” — Howlin’ Wolf
“I Put A Spell On You” — Roxy Music
“Spooky” — Dust Springfield
“Ashes” — Dark Dark Dark
“Ghost Town” — The Specials
“Psycho Killer” — Talking Heads
“Ghosts Under Rocks” — Ra Ra Riot
“Thriller” — Michael Jackson
Last weekend, in pursuit of my goal of amassing as much Halloween ephemera as humanly possible, I decided I wanted to put together some frames for a few gorgeous vintage Halloween pinups –only I didn’t want to spend a lot of money on frames. Since the solution I came up with worked out so nicely, I wanted to share this stupidly simple project.
You will need:
Pre-cut photo mat (the ones I used were for 3 x 5 photos)
Washi tape (I used a roll of Recollections wood grain washi tape from Michaels)
Printed picture, scaled to fit mat (cardstock would be best, but regular printer paper works)
This is so simple I’m not going to bother enumerating the instructions in too much detail, but I’ll include a couple of pictures below, to give you the gist. Basically, I covered the photo mat with washi tape, aligning the tape vertically and folding it over the edges of the mat (I cut the tape slightly to cover the corners). If the tape doesn’t align perfectly, it’s no big deal. Little gaps will just read as the pattern of the wood. Once the mats were completely covered, I cut out the picture, leaving some white space around the edges, and glued it into the frame. I glued the little cardboard backing thingy that came with the mat (the diagonal piece with the sizing info on it) to the back of the picture to add a little extra stability, but you could also use another piece of cardboard if you want to get all fancy. I just propped these up against the wall, though it wouldn’t be too difficult to add a bit of string to hang it or fashion a quick support (like this one) to help prop it up.
And there you have it! Now you can make as many vaguely spooky picture frames as your heart desires, for whatever Halloween images you’ve been longing to display this year!
I haven’t been updating this blog much recently, mostly due to a laughably overfull work schedule, but I’m going to try to get back into the habit of posting content somewhat more regularly–and I’m going to start by counting down the days until Halloween!
It probably won’t come as much of a surprise that Halloween is my favorite holiday. I grew up on the Addams Family movies, I have a
familiar black cat, and, thanks to someone, I now enjoy horror movies. Fala and I are hosting our annual Halloween party next weekend and I am in full Halloween fever. So from now until the 31st, I’m going to be making as many Halloween posts as I possibly can. I hope you’re ready.
Six sentences for Sunday, September 21:
I let her give me her news—another stroke, still small but more severe than the last one. She says hemiparesis, and apraxia, and visual field loss. She says this is very serious, that we should prepare ourselves for the likelihood that he will have another stroke, and even another, though she doesn’t say who “we” is. While she’s telling me all this, I imagine her in one of those starched-stiff nurse’s caps, white with a red cross on it, like a Halloween costume. Her nurse’s station is scattered with obscure instruments—huge hypodermic needles, surgical pliers, lengths of black rubber tubing the use of which I can’t even invent. And nearby, a cart full of vials of snake oil and pill bottles of amber and green glass, which she dispenses to patients using a giant silver spoon.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming of obscure fiction to share a very impressive shoe hack.
First, a little back story: As my mother will attest, shoe shopping has always been a misery for me. So when I finally found a brand and style of shoe that was perfect for me (Dr. Scholl’s Joliet, in case you’re wondering), I rejoiced. I’m talking dancing in the streets. When they finally wore out at the end of this summer, I ordered an identical pair, but even though they were the same size, they were too small. I exchanged them for a wide size, but they were still too small. I was pretty sure I was going to have to spend the rest of my life barefoot, because nothing could compare to the perfect comfort of that pair of shoes.Then I remembered that my mother had sent me a BuzzFeed list of “27 life hacks every girl should know about“, which I vaguely recalled mentioning something about a simple method for breaking in too-small shoes. Lo and behold, I managed to track it down again, and I am pleasantly surprised to say this method actually worked. I was pretty skeptical that blow drying my shoes while wearing a pair of extra-thick socks would actually make them fit better, but it definitely did. It was exactly as simple as the instructions said it would be and my shoes feel much better now. I don’t know if this would work on all kinds of shoes (mine are some kind of non-leather), and only time will tell how well this holds up, but right now I am pretty impressed, and my feet are very happy.
I have a little story in the wonderful Underwater New York today.
Here’s a little excerpt to tempt you:
Drown the bird for luck, she tells me. It will keep him alive.
All right, I say.
The bird is small and yellow and white and grey, a songbird. When she puts it in my hands, I can feel its pulse shuddering against my palm. Tiny thing, I could crush it just as easily.