Welcome to Vampire Week!

As you know from Faith’s October 1st post, we have a variety of themed weeks this October.


Though October is nearing its end, the fun is just beginning!

I love vampires so much and I’m so happy for vampire week. I tried to recall the first time I’d ever heard about vampires. I’m thinking Halloween-time. I was raised on horror and my dad loved to tell me scary stories.

Oddly, when I was thinking about this post, I realized that I didn’t read a lot of vampire fiction. I’ve read some, sure, but not enough to classify myself as an expert.


What is your favorite vampire book?

I was looking through Goodreads today while I was waiting for a meeting to start and I realized, there aren’t many vampire reads for middle grade, are there? I was able to find a ton of them for young adult and adult books. Here are some of the lists I found for vampire books. Check them out! But if you can, leave a comment and tell me some of your favorites! I’d love to know and to grow my to-read vamp book list.

*I didn't make these lists BUT I am sharing them*

Best Teen Vampire Fiction

Young Adult Vampire Romance

Vampire Books That Are Way Better Than Twilight

Best Adult Vampire Books

Best Adult Vampire Romance Books




Tell me your favorite vampire reads!


Happy vamping,

Jolene - Midnight Society Signatures

Folklore Week: Emily’s Bridge, Vermont

It’s sometime after ten and we’re standing in front of Old Yard holding an eighteenth-century lantern replica with a tin roof, holds slotted into it to let the heat escape. We’re dangling it over the wall that separates the parking lot from the cemetery. The candlelight reflects off a small slabbed tombstone — isolated from the rest of the graves without any real indication why. It could be a dissenter’s plot. I run over the number of reasons why someone might be buried as a dissenter in 19th century Stowe: usual reasons include not adhering to the popular religion of the day, but in some cases, convicts or suicides got special treatment.

A glance over our shoulders confirms that the small, clapboard church would cast a shadow on the spot we’re standing if it were daytime; but it’s dark and there’s a clear, full moon overhead, and I’m thinking to myself that — if I were angling for it — this is the best scenario to go ghost hunting.

Old Yard Cemetery, Vermont -- Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016

Old Yard Cemetery, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016.

There are 1,150 burials here dating from the town’s founding in 1763, though the cemetery was closed to new burials in 1915. It’s a nice chunk of history documenting drownings, deaths, soldiers and heroes, and of course — the one, lonesome tombstone that bears the name of our haunting of interest for the evening:


The grave allegedly belongs to a girl who died in Stowe, Vermont, sometime in the mid-1800’s. Her name was Emily. What we’re trying to puzzle out is why her grave sits so far from the rest, and that’s when our guide mentions “The Bridge.”

Skip ahead an hour: We’ve been walking around old Stowe for the better part of the night, and we’ve gotten a solid dose of legends, history about the town’s former mortuary, and the story of a ghost that tap dances on the roof of the Green Mountain Inn as the tour concludes, and my partner and crime and I are walking back to the car when we pause, and he says to me, “It’s a nice night, don’t you think? Nice night to visit that bridge [the guide] mentioned.”

The guide also said that past eleven in Stowe’s Hollow, over Gold Brooke Road where this hundred and seventy-two-year-old Howe Truss construction sits, you’re not to stop, not to get out of your car to snap photos to see if you can catch some orbs on film, and definitely not to hang around between midnight and three a.m. when the most paranormal activity at the site has been reported. I look at the clock on my phone (it’s eleven.) We check Google Maps to see how far away this thing is (six minutes) and then we jump in the car.

Emily’s Bridge, Vermont

Like most folklore, the story branches into several possible unfortunate conclusions for the protagonist, who grew up in the town of Stowe sometime in the 1800’s, presumably after the bridge was constructed in 1844. We know that her name was Emily, and we know that she had a lover from a well-to-do family.

Emily herself was rather poor, and that meant she was an unfavourable match for their eligible well-to-do son, according to the young man’s parents.

Simply put, they would not let the romance bloom.

Emily and her lover conspired to elope: they would meet on the bridge at Gold Brooke Road at midnight, and they would escape the town and his parents.

Emily's Bridge, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 201.

Emily’s Bridge, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016.

In one version of the story, Emily arrived at the bridge, but detained by his parents, her lover never came. In a fit of despair, believing he had forsaken her, she hung herself from the rafters.

The rafters, Emily's Bridge, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016.

The rafters, Emily’s Bridge, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016.

In another, Emily was met at the bridge at midnight — but not by her beloved. His mother found her in the darkness, and following an argument, murdered the girl to keep Emily from seducing her son.

In my favourite version of the story, Emily was rejected by her lover before reaching the bridge, and mad with grief, she drove her carriage and horses down the narrow, winding, tree-lined road that led to Gold Brooke Bridge and lost control: she crashed into the rocks below the bridge, and died in pain and despair.

Below Emily's Bridge, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016.

Below Emily’s Bridge, Vermont. Photograph by Kira Butler, October 2016.

Several supernatural manifestations have been documented over the years about the bridge, including cold spots, phantom music, hand prints left on car windows with no traceable origins, smudges and orbs in photographs, and sensations such as scratching on passersby. Others have claimed to have seen the entity, who jiggled the handles on their car doors after they’d locked the locks while on the bridge.

The Lore behind Emily’s Bridge

Back home in the comfort of urban Montreal, partner-in-crime in bed beside me gleefully researching the details of Emily’s story, and I, beside him, squinting at the pitch black and completely obscured photos we took on the bridge at night (the reason you’re seeing the shots I snapped the next day when we went back), we discover the groan-worthy inevitable:

The Emily’s Bridge story is a hoax.

Cooked up in the early 1970’s for a school newspaper, the author of the story claimed she went out to the bridge with a ouija board in the middle of the night and had an encounter, thus transcribing the story told by the ghost. Thus manufactured, the legend began. Obscure Vermont does an excellent job summarizing the various paranormal accounts experienced on the bridge over time, and even suggests that the location — while there are no accounts of a murder on the bridge — may have inherited a haunting from a bridge nearby that burned down in the 1940s.

If you’re still curious, there’s also a website dedicated to Emily’s Bridge, which is about as official as you can get for a haunted-but-maybe-not-haunted covered bridge in Vermont.

Final Words

Haunted or not, what I can say about the area is that it’s beautiful: the road that leads up to Gold Brooke Bridge winds and dips and curves, flanked on either side by tall trees that, in the fall sunlight, are a lovely glowing gold and red (that is also spooky as hell to drive through late at night.) In the darkness, the bridge sits black and silent as your car headlights illuminate its hollow, colourless interior, and straining to see the rafters through the skylight carries the weight of unseen possibility. It’s easy to imagine that you hear the sounds of Emily’s toes dragging over the roof of your car as you pass beneath the rafters where her body hung.

You hold your breath, and can’t help but look into the rearview as you drive away, worried but unconvinced that you might see Emily waiting behind you, lingering on the bridge in that perpetual night.


Abramovich, Chad. “Emily’s Bridge?” Web log post. Obscure Vermont. N.p., 20 Oct. 2012. Web. 21 Oct. 2016. <https://urbanpostmortem.wordpress.com/2012/10/20/emilys-bridge/>.

“Emily’s Covered Bridge, Stowe, Vermont.” Emily’s Covered Bridge, Stowe, Vermont. N.p., n.d. Web. 21 Oct. 2016. <http://www.virtualvermont.com/coveredbridges/emilys.html>.

“Gold Brook Covered Bridge.” Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, n.d. Web. 21 Oct. 2016. <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gold_Brook_Covered_Bridge>.

“Stowe Lantern Tours.” Stowe Lantern Tours. Vermont, Stowe. 15 Oct. 2016. Speech.

“Stowe, Vermont.” Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, n.d. Web. 21 Oct. 2016. <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stowe,_Vermont>.

The Legend of The Midnight Society

It’s folklore and legends week in our month long #SocietyScreams horror bash! So I offer a tale…a true tale. Although less well-known than The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, this story of ghosts and death will soon spread across the world.




The Legend of The Midnight Society


Three days after joining The Midnight Society, you die.

Death comes in strange ways. Sometimes the form of your worst fear, other times when you are immersed in what you love. Reenacting a scene from Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Don’t use a real stake. Your spirit animal, for instance a sloth, tells you to live in a tree? Bring water. Don’t swim with the sharks, no matter how much you want to. Don’t wander away from your field trip group, even if you see something dark, shadowy, and intriguing. Beware men in masks with chainsaws and knives. Get rid of all the dolls in your house. When going ghost hunting, don’t let the dead follow you home.

Though being prepared won’t help. Death will come. Death will claim you, in the end. Death will leave you wanting more.

The souls of The Midnight Society linger, trapped in the search for more horror, more scares, and more creepiness. Unable to move on, they haunt the world.

It began with Jolene. She was the first to join, the first to die, though no one knows how. Possibly the mysteries of what waits on the other side drew her in. From the unknown, from the dark that exists beyond the veil, she calls to those who love horror. She invites them to join her.

The pull of all things that go bump in the night is irresistible. More join. More die. So the legend says.

Faith continues her quest for the strange with her all girl zombie-killing rock band. Her goal is to find Frankenstein and his monster.

Kira travels the world searching for gothic monsters in places dripping with legend and folklore, her faint steps can be heard in old graveyards and echo down forgotten castle halls.

Kim wanders the Earth in zombie form, the one with a shark sized bite in her side, but she doesn’t want your brains only your stories of the weird and sinister.

Amy can be found in her classroom, teaching the 8th grade how to hunt monsters like the Winchester boys and Buffy, and she likes a little kissing with her killing.

Brian will appear where ever the horror and music of the 80s is played. Watch The Evil Dead and a ghostly presence will join you.

Jenna no longer hunts ghosts, but is being hunted…though I don’t recommend finding her, once she gets her dead gaze locked on you, you’ll be haunted forever.

Erica’s black eyes speak of possession. Give her a cupcake and she’ll happily lick the frosting. She’s cold.

Kathy continues to post scary gifs on Twitter just to make people squirm. Scary is good.

So many have come before them, come and gone, not exactly moved on, they still search for and collect the unusual and macabre. Once a member of The Midnight Society, always a member. Jack O’ Lanterns are kept lit in their honor, don’t blow them out.

Join The Midnight Society and you’ll die in three days. You’ll pass into the land of death with an unending need to discover what scares people and face what frightens them the most.

Those of The Midnight Society collect stories.

They share all that is scary.

They devour fear, becoming one with the darkness.

If you see them, the legendary victims of The Midnight Society, don’t worry, they only want to know what scares you. They only want to feed from your fear.

When the invitation comes, when you feel the call of The Midnight Society, join, but understand with that choice comes the end.

Or is it the beginning?





Demon Week Recommended Read: Mister B. Gone by Clive Barker

51Md7AvtbCL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_It’s Demon Week here at the Midnight Society, and I’m happy to recommend a book about a demon from my favorite modern horror author, Clive Barker. The book is called Mister B. Gone, and reading the book is a demonic encounter in an of itself.

Mister B. Gone is the story of a demon named Jakabok Botch, a story that the demon himself narrates for the reader. Actually, he’s not so much narrating as he is speaking directly to the reader, as if he’s there with you, telling you his life story. He is constantly warning you that reading his story will not end well for you, and he implores you throughout to stop reading and burn the book, lest a terrible fate befall you.

I won’t spoil any more about the story itself, as there are revelations I think work really, really well. In fact, the most effective way you can experience this book is to read it in print form. The way Barker used the physicality of the book itself in the story is something I love most about it.

A while back we discussed Barker’s The Thief of Always for one of our monthly book chats. I think Mister B. Gone is a great one to read on the heels of that. While it’s intended for a more mature audience, Mister B. Gone has some similar dark fantasy elements that give it a twisted fairy tale sort of feel.

Mister B. Gone is nowhere near as graphic as many of Clive Barker’s other tales, but the way this one is delivered makes it a story that will stay with you for some time–whether you want it to or not. It’s the perfect Halloween read.

Demon Week: Come on in…

Hello, Kittens!


I hope you’re all well. October makes me one happy little creature, so I’m bloody fantastic. I have some exciting news to share, even though you probably know it already if you follow me on twitter. *Ahem – @raddestgirlever* I signed with a literary agent last week..ish! I’m now represented by Gina Panettieri, President of Talcott Notch! Gina is a total rocks star and I’m so excited to be working with her. I signed for my middle grade horror (obvs) and am excited for what comes next 🙂

Anyhoo! Enough about me. As you may have realized, it’s Demon Week!! For most, the majority of demonic knowledge comes from horror movies and Supernatural.

As if I wasn't going to include a Dean-gif

                               As if I wasn’t going to include a Dean gif

For me, my introduction into the realm of the demonic started at a much younger age. I group up going to church. Until I was thirteen, my family and I attended a Pentecostal Church in a really small town. If you don’t know much about different denominations of Christianity, our church was the one with flag waving and fire tunnels. People spoke in tongues and were slain (knocked out) by the Holy Spirit on the regular. Since I was about six, I remember hearing sermons about people being possessed by the demons – of Jesus himself casting demons into a heard (herd? flock? gaggle?) of pigs. I spent my entire life not only believing that demons existed, but that demonic possession was a very real thing.

Sitting on the shelf in front of me are a collection of vintage Bob Larson VHSs of him casting out spirits. Now I know Bobby L has a bad rap, but those videos scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. When I started working on my YA WIP – a story about teenage demonologists – I skipped the interweb research and went straight to the most reputable source I know…my Grandma (Nanny).

Now Nanny is one bad ass lady. When she was seventeen, pastors in her town would call her to cleanse homes of demonic spirits and influence. She’s helped countless people who are possessed and is still actively involved with the church. All you need to do is bring her a cup of tea (a snack won’t hurt either) and she will regale you with some seriously spooky stories.

Once, there was a family whose new home was riddled with this thick, terrible feeling. There was one room where they couldn’t even go into. The demonic energy was literally suffocating to be around. So my teenage Grandma swoops in and starts roaming the halls, praying over everything she sees. When she gets to the room, she feels led to the fireplace. She sifts through debris and ashes until she finds demonic relics burned and hidden in the ash. The former family that lived there had worshiped…well…she still doesn’t know who they were worshiping, but the activity and repression stopped once she removed the items.

Another time, she was at a house party. A girl came out of a room and stood at the top of the stairs. She folded herself into a ball and – I shit you not – BOUNCED DOWN THE STAIRS. Like a bouncy ball out of a gumball machine. Just imagine that for a moment. If that doesn’t give you the willies, I don’t know what will.

Now not all of my demon stories come from my Nan. A travelling pastor I hung out with told me the story of one of his demonic-cleansing experiences. He was spending time with a young girl who was having terrible nightmares and thought something was wrong. They spent hours deep in prayer before she started to act weird. By act weird, I mean she started crawling up the wall. Like, up the wall, before skittering sideways. Now I know what you’re thinking. “Jenna, this guy is full of crap.” But I don’t know…I saw truth in his eyes. I saw the color leak off his face as he told me about the shrieks he made as he continued to pray.

My own stories dull in comparison…I’ve seen shadows flitting across playgrounds in the middle of the day. I’ve seen things move on their own accord or fall off the shelf. I’ve seen and heard enough to make me believe that demons are real. I avoid Ouija boards and seances, out of both respect and fear…but I sure as hell catch every demonic movie that hits the theater.

Now, in honor Demon Week, won’t you share your tales of possession and demons with me?

Dolls in Horror

Dolls and clowns.
That’s what I find VERY scary.
There’s a fascinating history about the hows and whys dolls scare people. Some believe that because they look so human, that we can’t balance this with fact. The fact is that dolls are plastic toys, originally made for little girls to practice their social niceties on. Not to mention the fact that dolls do NOT age well. While humans get better with age, dolls tend to get creepier and creepier looking–hair breaks and falls out, skin loses color, eyes stop working, etc.

I’ve posted many times about my third grade experience watching Poltergeist, and how that stupid clown scared the shit out of me. But what about dolls? In 1987, a little horror movie called DOLLS, was released. If you’ve never heard of this little gem, I’ve posted the trailer below. Now I dare you to tell me this isn’t scary!

A group of motorists, including young Judy Bower (Carrie Lorraine), her horrible father (Ian Patrick Williams), her evil queen of a stepmother (Carolyn Purdy-Gordon) and a meek businessman named Ralph (Stephen Lee), become stranded at a spooky mansion during a nighttime thunderstorm. The house’s strange owners (Guy Rolfe, Hilary Mason) offer overnight lodgings, but with the dastardly intentions of making their visitors the playthings of their murderous toy dolls.

Want a few more scary doll movies?

Young misfit May (Angela Bettis) endured a difficult childhood because of her lazy eye. And though contact lenses have helped May adjust as a young adult, her deep-seated awkwardness remains a problem. Adam (Jeremy Sisto), a young man obsessed with fixing wrecked cars, takes a shine to May’s oddball ways. But May’s strangeness ultimately drives him away, leaving her open to the advances of her co-worker Polly (Anna Faris). When Polly dumps her too, May’s emotional instability turns violent.

Gunned down by Detective Mike Norris (Chris Sarandon), dying murderer Charles Lee Ray (Brad Dourif) uses black magic to put his soul inside a doll named Chucky — which Karen Barclay (Catherine Hicks) then buys for her young son, Andy (Alex Vincent). When Chucky kills Andy’s baby sitter, the boy realizes the doll is alive and tries to warn people, but he’s institutionalized. Now Karen must convince the detective of the murderous doll’s intentions, before Andy becomes Chucky’s next victim.

After his wife meets a grisly end, Jamie Ashen (Ryan Kwanten) returns to their creepy hometown of Ravens Fair to unravel the mystery of her murder. Once there, he discovers the legend of Mary Shaw (Joan Heney), a murdered ventriloquist whose eerie presence still looms over the town. As he desperately digs for answers, Jamie encounters the curse that took his wife’s life and threatens his own.

A young American named Greta (Lauren Cohan) takes a job as a nanny for an 8-year-old boy in a remote English village. To her surprise, Greta learns that the child of her new employers is a life-size doll. They care for the doll as if it was human, which helps the couple to cope with the death of their own son 20 years earlier. When Greta violates a list of strict rules, a series of disturbing and inexplicable events bring her worst fears to life, leading her to believe that the doll is alive.

John Form (Ward Horton) thinks he’s found the perfect gift for his expectant wife, Mia (Annabelle Wallis) : a vintage doll in a beautiful white dress. However, the couple’s delight doesn’t last long: One terrible night, devil worshippers invade their home and launch a violent attack against the couple. When the cultists try to summon a demon, they smear a bloody rune on the nursery wall and drip blood on Mia’s doll, thereby turning the former object of beauty into a conduit for ultimate evil.

Source for summaries: http://www.imbd.com

Demon Week: Famous Possessions + Demon Art

My parents let me watch way too many horror movies. I can remember watching Halloween when I was maybe, five years old. I watched the Exorcist when I was around seven. After, I remember sitting in my bunk bed, terrified to go to sleep. Because if I did, what would stop a demon from possessing me?


I’ve always loved scary movies. But I’ve also been fascinated by the stories these scary demonic possession stories are based off of. Are they real? Or just real-ly fake?

To this day, I find this topic so interesting, terrifying, and strange.

To kick off Demon Week, I thought I would list some of the most famous possessions and exorcisms through time.


Anneliese Michel


A German woman named Anneliese Michel underwent 67 rites of exorcism in 1975 – 1976. According to The Washington Post, The Revs. Ernst Alt and Arnold Renz performed the rite 67 times over the first half of 1976. Some of the sessions took up to four hours. Forty-two sessions were recorded on tape. She was allegedly ripping the clothes off of her body, licking her own urine from the floor, and other disturbing behavior. Check out this article on it. This is the story that inspired The Exorcism of Emily Rose.


Roland Doe


Roland Doe’s case has inspired movies such as The Exorcist. People in the room during his exorcism have claimed to see objects floating and moving around the room and also noises inexplicably coming from inside the walls. Read more about it here.


Clara Germana Cele


Clara was a South African schoolgirl who was reportedly possessed by a demon in 1906. Nuns claimed that Clara was speaking in languages she’d never heard before and that she was levitating five feet in the air until presented with holy water. Read a little more here.



Do you see what I see in that picture? A woman named Latoya Ammons claims her house is infested with demons. Case managers and a registered nurse even claimed to have seen Latoya’s nine-year-old walk backwards up a wall at the hospital, possessed. The story starts with flies and ends with Zak Bagans, host of Ghost Adventures, demolishing it.

You can find a fascinating article on it here and here. Or you know, just Google it.



What are your favorite famous possessions? I’d love to hear them or read them. Share them in the comments below!


Drawlloween + Demon Art

Today, funny enough, was Drawlloween 2016’s Demon Day, where artists around the world created an art piece with that theme. It seemed fitting to mention it here since it coincided so perfectly with our theme week.

Check out the hashtag #Drawlloween2016 on Instagram or your social media outlet of choice. You can always join in yourself! The calendar schedule is here.

Here are some of my favorites below.

By @Talitaabr



From @Billadello



From @ProArtFX


October History: A Look Back at Horror Movies Released in October


It’s October History Week at the Midnight Society, so of course I wanted my post to be related to horror movies in some way. So I decided to look back at the history of horror film releases in October, and what I found was kind of interesting. Over at www.the-numbers.com, you can check out movie releases by month and year. So, I started looking back at what horror films were released in October back in the day, and outside of a few milestone movies, October didn’t really become a month known for horror flicks until the early 1980s. In fact, October didn’t really look like a big release month at all. But let’s focus on the horror flicks for today.

Night of the Living Dead was released in October of 1968.

It wasn’t until October of 1974 that we saw another major horror release, with The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

And it would be another four years before Halloween came along in October of 1978.

But from 1978 forward, there was at least one horror movie released in theaters during October for the next decade plus (I’ve bolded the ones I highly recommend):

1979–Nosferatu the Vampyre
1980–The Awakening, Motel Hell
1981–The Pit, Halloween II, Looker*
1982–Time Walker, Halloween III, The Sender
1983–The Prey, Possession, The Dead Zone
1984–Terror in the Aisles
1985–Silver Bullet, Re-Animator
1986–Deadly Friend, Trick or Treat
1987–Prom Night 2, Nightflyers, Prince of Darkness, The Hidden
1988–Halloween 4, Night of the Demons, Pumpkinhead
1989–Halloween 5, Shocker
1990–Night of the Living Dead (remake), Graveyard Shift

Not to mention, by 1990, the direct-to-video market was in full swing as well, so the theatrical releases were complimented by new horror flicks at the video store (Troll 2 was released in October of 1990, for example).

My take on this? It seems to me that the original Halloween firmly established October as a month for horror film releases. Which makes perfect sense, as by the time Halloween III came around, the franchise was synonymous with the month and the holiday. If you’re a horror fan, you can’t even hear the word Halloween and not think of the movie first (ironically, it wouldn’t return for six years after the third installment).

It’s also interesting to think back to a time when we actually had to wait for content to come out in the theaters. We now live in an era where we can have a horror movie marathon at the click of a button or tap of a screen. Back then, we savored each release, and the wait between the theatrical run and home video was agonizing. Today, many horror flicks are released on video the same day they hit theaters (Phantasm: RaVager being the most recent example).

So, we have yet another reason to love the Halloween franchise–it helped solidify October as a month for horror flicks. What are some of your favorites from the list above?

*NOTE: While Michael Crichton’s Looker is not technically a horror film, I put it on the list above because everyone should watch it. Released in 1981, it’s a thriller that looks at the objectification of women in advertising and how the watching public can be manipulated. It also features a mind-freezing gun that puts the one in Men in Black to shame. Oh, and the title song by Sue Saad is amazing.









Let’s Watch a Horror Movie… Insidious #SocietyScreams Style

It’s October! Time for #SocietyScreams, a month of spooky Halloween fun! So in honor of this fabulous time of scariness, I’m having extra movie live-tweeting creepiness!



Next week is demon week, so I’m jumping on that train by live-tweeting all three Insidious movies.

Monday, October 10th (YUP THAT’S THIS MONDAY, AHHHH!) at 9 EST, join me in watching…

Movie cover for Insidious from google images

Movie cover for Insidious from google images

A 2011 supernatural horror film was written by Leigh Whannell and directed by James Wan.

The Lambert family Josh (Patrick Wilson), Renai (Rose Byrne), their sons Dalton (Ty Simpkins) and Foster (Andrew Astor), and their baby girl Cali move into a new home.

The Lambert family from Insidious... Josh (Patrick Wilson), Renai (Rose Byrne), Dalton (Ty Simpkins), and Foster (Andrew Astor) from google images

The Lambert family from Insidious… Josh (Patrick Wilson), Renai (Rose Byrne), Dalton (Ty Simpkins), and Foster (Andrew Astor) from google images

But it houses a darkness. And after Dalton experiences strange things in the attic, he falls into a coma.

Unexplainable things happen. Voices. Foster says that Dalton, even though in a coma, sleepwalks. Figures appear then disappear. They even move, but can’t escape the paranormal activity.

Lorraine, Josh’s mother (Barbara Hershey), has a dream about the entity in the house, a darkness that wants Dalton. She calls in help.

Specs (Leigh Whannell), Elise Rainier (Lin Shaye), and Tucker (Angus Sampson) from google images

Specs (Leigh Whannell), Elise Rainier (Lin Shaye), and Tucker (Angus Sampson) from google images

Dalton isn’t in a coma, his spirit has left his body and has traveled to the astral plane. Now his body is vulnerable. Spirits/ demons want to enter it to live again.

Lorraine called the demonologists because she had worked with them before, something Josh has forgotten. He can travel to the astral plane. To save Dalton, Josh goes into The Further, where tortured dead souls wander, to find Dalton and bring him back before the little boy’s body is taken over.

But it doesn’t quite go as planned.


Press play at 9 EST! Add your tweets to #Insidious #SocietyScreams!


Then Wednesday, October 12th at 9 EST, join me for…

Movie cover for Insidious: Chapter 2 from google images

Movie cover for Insidious: Chapter 2 from google images

A 2013 supernatural horror movie story by James Wan and Leigh Whannell and directed by James Wan.

This picks up right after the first movie and dives deeper into Josh’s childhood and the old woman who lurked in so many photos of him, the ghost that connects them to the spiritual world.


So many secrets…so many…

Voices and figures that are there then gone, and Josh isn’t acting quite like himself.

What happened when he went into The Further to save Dalton? Who is the black bride that haunts him?

I’m not telling, but it’s seriously messed up.

Watch with me! Wednesday, October 12th, 9 EST.  Add your thoughts #Insidious2 #SocietyScreams.


Finally on Friday, October 14th, we’ll end the series with…

Movie poster for Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

Movie poster for Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

2015 supernatural horror movie written and directed by Leigh Whannell.

This one is my favorite! Back before the Lambert’s terrible fight, Elise Rainier (Lin Shaye) was grieving and trying to distance herself from her gift of communicating with the dead. She’s scared, afraid because of a vision of what’s going to kill her.

Enter Quinn…

Quinn Brenner (Stefanie Scott) from Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

Quinn Brenner (Stefanie Scott) from Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

She is desperate to talk to her deceased mom and heard that Elise can help her.

Elise Rainier (Lin Shaye) in Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

Elise Rainier (Lin Shaye) in Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

Elise tries to help, but can’t face her fear, and warns the girl not to call out to the dead.

Hearing strange sounds, Quinn believes her mother’s spirit is trying to communicate and talks to her. When a car hits her, Quinn ends up stuck in bed with two broken legs. She’s stalked and attacked by something. Her dad Sean goes to Elise for help, but she refuses.

So Sean hires two paranormal investigators…

Sean Brenner (Dermot Mulroney), Tucker (Angus Sampson), and Specs (Leigh Whannell) in Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

Sean Brenner (Dermot Mulroney), Tucker (Angus Sampson), and Specs (Leigh Whannell) in Insidious: Chapter 3 from google images

I might have squealed in joy when these two showed up…

Only the experiences in this house overwhelm the duo.

Elise, unable to forget Quinn, unable to sit by as people suffer, shows up just in time and takes over the case. Tucker and Specs step up to assist. (And the trio is formed!)

They have to fight whatever haunts Quinn before it takes possession of her soul. Elise has to face her fear.

Remember, Friday, October 14th! Press play with me at 9 EST and add your tweets #Insidious3 #SocietyScreams


A perfect set of movies for demon week! Perfectly creepy for #SocietyScreams!

Happy October, everyone! HALLOWEEN IS COMING!

Interview with The Davis Girl

While I’m still deciding on if I should write and publish under my married name or not, I had a chance to check in with my inner child, The Davis Girl. Coming all the way from 1987, here she is with what looks like a plate of cupcakes with the frosting licked off.

Me: Hi, The Davis Girl, thanks for joining me today!

The Davis Girl: Don’t have much choice, do I?

Me: Not at all. So, why do you write horror?

The Davis Girl: Well, if I don’t, how will they know what to do?

Me: What?

The Davis Girl: What.

Me: Ok. When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

The Davis Girl: I don’t want to be a writer. I want to shut them up.

Me: Them?

The Davis Girl: The ones that make me listen to the stories.

Me: Are…they here with you now?

The Davis Girl: Well. You’re here. So. I mean, that’s two.

Me: How many are there, exactly?

The Davis Girl: Next question.

The Davis Girl: Seven.

The Davis Girl: I thought it was thirteen.

Me: SO what do you do in your spare time?

The Davis Girl: I wait in the hollowed out log. However long it takes. Day in. Day out. Out there behind the old school house and wait for the children with the black eyes to bring the cupcakes. It’s cold there.

Me: Hey! What’s your favorite color?

The Davis Girl: Dorian Gray.

Me: Oh, look at the time.

The Davis Girl: You didn’t eat your cupcake. images