Hello, and welcome to Issue 1-3 of Killing Time - Horror E-Rag™. Hopefully everyone had a good holiday season and has successfully settled back into the real world of work and responsibility. Well here we are at the half-way mark of year one. Did I do anything special? Always. This issue has all new material that has never been read by anyone else before now. That even includes the reviews. I will update...

If you want to talk about the most popular horror archetype of all time you want to be talking about ghosts or spirits. People have talked to their dead relatives for as long as they've had dead relatives. Even as we have progressed from living in caves and worshipping the sun to splitting atoms and defining the rules of the universe we still have not shaken off the idea of the dead being aware of us and giving a care one way or the other.

In 1982 director Sam Raimi did for horror what George A. Romero did for it in 1968 with Night of the Living Dead; he created an unliving behemoth of a horror icon. The Evil Dead is a milestone in the history of the genre. Not to compare them directly but Evil Dead pushed the envelope just as far as Night of the Living Dead did past its contemporaries.

A large shape slithered through the grass, leaving a trail of blood from the lacerations that the grass made on its belly. It stayed as close to the ground as it could, following the trail of yarn to the furry thing it liked to think of as lunch. (Come here you tasty morsel.) Slowly it reached the spot it decided was just far enough away. It began to rise, it's coils unwinding themselves as it extended its head above the grass.

Warning: May be unsuitable for some readers. This story contains graphic sexual scenes, violence and coarse language. Reader Discretion is STRONGLY Advised.

"Come Moceseyu. Come Jehauil. Come and lend us your strength and wisdom, your love and anger, and most of all the disease of mind to fuel this our great casting. All pain comes from your joining here at our behest. Eita kadel pol farra tel. Kii losohksei paejenveirtiik!" A single booming voice from the diaphragm of Kintan Jelkan.

Tim Burton brings the timeless Halloween classic Legend of Sleepy Hollow to the big screen in a stunning display of scenery, story telling, and cast. The film is sheer Tim Burton and brings an intense faerie tale quality to the story of the Headless Horseman.

Spirit tells the story of a family from just around the time of America's involvement in WWII through to the early sixties as they deal with the death of their youngest child Peggy. This alone might make an engaging novel on its own the way Masterton writes but since this is a horror title there is an added dimension. Peggy may have drowned and been buried but some part of her is still around...

Some time later he awoke and he was lying on his back. She was on top of him, weighing him down and making it hard to breathe. He couldn't draw the next breath. She laughed, a vile cackling, bubbling in her throat. She drooled blood on his face and he twisted his head to the left. He struggled to get her to move but she would not budge. He could see the black peeling skin of her face lit by the ambient glow in the room.

I write in the dark both literally and figuratively. I live in the dark much the same. Each is part by choice and each is part by circumstance. We all live in a world of darkness. Sometimes though it is hard to tell the difference between the background darkness and the shadows that dwell within it. Horror can be found in many places that people may not expect it to be, or in a form that they do not immediately recognise. Conversely some things that may on the surface seem to be in the horror genre vein due to content of a horrific nature may not be horror at all.

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