“Superstition” 1982
A family moves into a lakeside mansion haunted by the malevolent spirit of a witch who was drowned in the lake 400 years before!
The soundtrack to Lucio Fulci’s “House By The Cemetery” by Walter Rizzati
-Quella Villa Accanto Al Cimitero (Italy)
-La maison près du cimetière (France)
-A Casa do Cemitério (Brazil)
-A Casa dos Mortos Vivos (Brazil)
-Aquella casa al lado del cementerio (Spain)
-Das Haus an der Friedhofsmauer (Germany)
-Het huis bij het kerkhof (Netherlands)
-Huset på kyrkogården (Sweden)
-La casa cercana al cementerio (Argentina)
-Slagtehuset ved kirkegården (Denmark)
-The House Outside The Cemetery (undefined)
-Zombie Hell House (USA)
“The Asphyx” trailer from 1973.
A Victorian scientist thinks he has recorded in photographs the human soul leaving the body at the moment of death. But, closer examination reveals that the phenomenon in the photographs is moving toward the dying rather than away. What he has captured on film is actually an Asphyx, a spirit from Greek Mythology that acts as a personal grim reaper, coming to claim the soul at death to take it to the afterlife. He is determined to capture his own Asphyx in order to become immortal!
The Charlie Daniels Band - The Legend of Wooley Swamp
A great ghost story of a song!
Lyrics:
Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp,
Well, you better not go at night.
There’s things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from fright.
Things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground.
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around.
But I couldn’t believe it.
I just had to find out for myself.
And I couldn’t conceive it
‘Cause I never would have listened to nobody else.
And I couldn’t believe it.
I just had to find out for myself
There’s somethings in this world you just
can’t explain.
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods.
He never did do a lot of harm in the world,
But he never did do no good
People didn’t think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn’t care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He’d stuff it all down in mason jars
And he’d bury it all around
And on certain nights
If the moon was right
H e’d dig it up out of the ground.
He’d pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it.
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
And that’s all that there was to it.
Cable boys was white trash
They lived over on Carver’s Creek.
They were mean as a snake
And sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they’d speak.
One night the oldest brother said,
“Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later
We’ll take old Lucius’s money
and we’ll feed him to the alligators.”
They found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his hand,
Thirteen rusty mason jars
was just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy
And they beat the old man,
And they picked him up off of the ground.
Threw him in the swamp
And stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him down.
Then they turned around
And went back to the shack
And picked up the money and ran.
They hadn’t gone nowhere
When they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and they screamed
But they couldn’t get away
And just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as thunder.
And that’s been fifty years ago
And you can go by there yet.
There’s a spot in the yard
In the back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on summer nights
If the moon is right
Down by the that dark footpath,
You can hear three young men screaming.
You can hear one old man laugh.
Fuck
“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
“We’re going to get you!
We’re going to get you!
Not another peep!
Time to go to sleep!”
The Ellis House
709 Country Way, Scituate MA 02066
An eerie looking New England mansion that was used to film the Italian horror films “House by the Cemetery” and “Ghosthouse”.
This video is a tour of this famous house. Go visit is. Maybe you will run into Dr. Freudstein or Henrietta and her clown doll…
I saw a ghost once.
When I was younger I stayed at my grandmother’s farm a lot. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window. From up the hill, out of the woods, I saw a man walking down to the house. I stayed still and watched him, thinking it was someone coming…
This was my submission to Ghouls & Monsters’ request for personal stories. Rereading it I realize how many spelling and grammar errors I made. I’m just not a very articulate person.
That is my story. You can call me a liar if you want. I don’t care. Even if it was a waking dream or an over active imagination it seemed real to me. And my grandmother said she had seen him too, and she has never lied to me.
They say that the supernatural is something that is not suppose to happen but does happen. That sums up what I saw that night.
