Tales Of The Macabre.

There is no denying that Boris Karloff and James Whale immortalized the image of Frankenstein's Monsters in Universal's Frankenstein and its sequel, The Bride of Frankenstein. But what if I told you we were close to getting another great Monster from Bela Lugosi in the 1943s, and the first Monster Mash, Frankenstein Meets The Wolfman? Now, it's been said that Lugosi didn't understand the character and just acted in a mindless and unmotivated manner, but that would be incorrect. Unlike Chaney and Strange's Monsters, who were simply tools for the main villains, Lugosi's Monster had much more of a personality and a different purpose in the film. Unlike Karloff's Monster, who was a tragic figure, Lugosi's was supposed to be much more antagonistic. Conceived as a sightless creature possessed by Ygor's brain, Lugosi was meant to deceive Larry Talbot as a friend to reclaim his lost strength. This would have been a more interesting take than we saw in the fi...

 A thunderously loud noise broke the night's silence over the northern sea. Struggling to remain afloat, one lone and unsafely small fishing boat, its once sturdy wooden skeleton now weakened and splintered, had been drafted far beyond its recommendations and spent the last three days arrogantly seeking to claim the many of the sea's sacred treasures, rare and valuable fish that only the bravest sailors dare to hunt, for food and wealth. Bouncing to and fro, large waves clash against the boat, causing its trio of residents to be tossed and jerked unnaturally about the narrow deck. Then, out of nowhere, the waters fell disturbingly silent as a clean, pale moon illuminated the slowly slumbering water of the northern sea, a stark reminder of the sea's unpredictable nature. Two sailors, Johnson and Blake, congratulated each other on their premature success, cheerfully rejoicing over what they perceived as good luck; all the while, the third, Alek, doubted the supposed salvation...

   Scarpe! Slam! Slice! Up and down, her helpless feet danced as her stubborn body fought desperately to maintain life's precious elements. Wound! Stab! Fresh, warm blood splashes endlessly upon my person as I continue to thrust cold steel into the sacred, warm temple of flesh. Crash! Crack! Silence! Finally, the last of her naive tears have dried up... soon, my darling, you shall be at last... You'll Achieve Your Fame!!! He straightened his dark blue leather jacket as he confidently stepped out into the crowded streets of the 15th Arrondissement, Paris. It was an unsurprisingly fabulous mid-fall day. As the thudding of the civilian's footsteps, along with the heavy rumbling of driving vehicles, a sense of curious excitement rocked the beating heart of Peter Matthews. Like many of us, Peter Matthews has spent the last several years struggling to make ends meet, frustrated, and hungry for his big chance in life. But he never got it. That is, until this morning. During a sp...