The soundtrack to Lucio Fulci’s “Manhattan Baby” by Fabio Frizzi.
I have been listening to it a lot lately. It is very calming, yet it also sounds ominous. The film itself is about a girl would becomes demonically possessed when her Egyptologist father gives her an Ancient Egyptian necklace.
UVB-76
I read an article on tumblr on mysterious radio broadcasts that are bouncing around in the ether long after their broadcasters have ceased to exist. It is kind of creepy. The imagination runs wild. Even if it is some transmitter that is running long after it had been forgotten and abandoned.
Some say that it is contact with spies Some say that it is a transmission from people who don’t know they are dead. Or just maybe it comes from people stranded in another dimension.
No matter what it is. The Buzzer keeps on going…
You know there is almost no hope for us when you can’t watch a documentary about the Second World War on youtube without some douche bag standing up for Hitler and starting flame wars with everyone.
Ugh.
It is FLOODING is the MOUNTAINS! the creek near my apartment block broke it’s banks and carried off one can and our trash dumpster!
I decided to move my car before anything bad could happen to it, I got it to the Food Lion parking lot with some luck and a little determination. Then I had to walk back. The water was waist deep and cold as hell. My phone got ruined in the process and I had to rely on my friends online to call my mom so she would not worry about me.
I am not afraid to admit that I was scared as hell for a while. Water crept in under the door and got the kitchen floor wet, the back is still dry and water is coming up my bathtub drain. It looks like the worst is over, The water looks like it is starting to recede and hopefully be at a safer level by the morning. I am going to have a fucking adventure getting to work tomorrow. Class will most likely be canceled but I still will expected to be there and I need the damn money.
The only thing that worries me now is my car. It was giving me a battery warning flash on the way out to safety. And, when I open the door to get in the floor board got quite a bit of water in it. I think it should be fine and I can vacuum the water out. It has probably ruined some things like Scape’s comic I have yet to give him, but that can be replaced.
I felt the angry hand of God tonight. I saw the scariest side of Mother Nature. I admit, I was scared. But now, I am glad that the damage was so light and that normality will come with the dawn.
I can’t wait til I get my place on the hill. No roommate, no floods, just peace and quiet.
Radio Blue Heart, still alive, still broadcasting…
Haunted House photographed by Richard Walker
“I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying.
Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying.
A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn.
A little voice way deep inside told me she was gone.
Oh. This house is haunted
Oh. That`s how I want it to be
Oh.This house is haunted.
You can always stay here with me… ”
-“This House Is Haunted”, Alice Cooper
Ever since I moved to the mountains, I had to get used to it. Wind so loud that it practically screams. At first it woke me up in the middle of the night. I can handle it if I am asleep.
Now tonight, on the winter wind is howling again. Hearing it screech as it rises and falls, it unsettles me a little. My mind goes back to dark places. To stories of banshees and windigos and other malevolent things that own the cold winter night.
Things that thrive in the cold that kills.
