Your Stocking

I hung your stocking It’s lumpy and quite heavy Your foot’s still in there Merry Krampus !!! Happy HorrorDays !!!

SMM Christmas Carols: Spreading Holiday Fear

  Put on your Santa hat—it’s time to spread some holiday fear! Learn the words to these frosty SMM carols and sing along…if you dare. Are you in a jolly mood? Write an evil SMM carol and then share your creation in the comment section. Jingle Yells     Jingle yells, jingle yells yelling all

How to Survive Christmas With Your Soul Intact

  Have you been naughty or nice this year? Your life may depend on it! Most sane people think Christmas is about elven exploitation or exchanging wrapped pairs of socks. There’s an unknown place where holiday lights don’t glow—the dark side of Christmas. Stories, myths and ancient legends used to be shared during the holiday

Ivor Steven: Pumpkin Soup Again

    Head’s falling like an unpinned grenade. Soon ready to explode. Burying shrapnel pieces in corners of shade. Scattered like broken retina globes. Razor blades shredding memory lockets. Slivered icicles inside blurry sockets. Needles of pain. Sheets of sleet before the rain. Bloodied eyeball tracks like meteor trails. And the pain-numbing capsules do fail.

Ivor Steven: Ripe Tomatoes and a Garden Spade

      Ripe Tomatoes and a Garden Spade   Only another week to go I’ll be on the cruise I’m not feeling nervous More that I’m fearful Scared my plan might go amiss Before the high seas deliver bliss   Taking two suitcases is normal Other passengers may have three I won’t look suspicious

Ivor Steven: The Other Side of Red, White, and Blue

  It was the fourth of July The party seems to be finished Wondering how long I dozed off for Most of my friends have gone A few bodies left, lying on the floor Best I have a piss before I go Now where’s that bathroom Whoops, there’s a girl in here Dressed all in

Dr. Agonson: The Undying Heart

  I swear never my heart to give again, but locked away, letting it rest awhile out of the air—a shoebox burial— keeping its memory, so to forget the unfulfilled future. It still won’t die. I hear its thumping underground, beneath the wet soft earth it pounds and pounds. It will not go unheard. I

Ivor Steven: Broken Plates and Rabbit Stew

  Have you ever had that weird fantasia sort of dream. Where you can’t see beyond the silver screen. Greyness is black and red is green. Straight lines are wavering slivery beams. Stitched inside your brain’s sewn-up seams. Bagged and tagged a pale corpse unseen. Blueness in blood and plasma in streams. Like chunky bittersweet

Walt Page: My 12 Nightmares of Christmas

    Imagine, if you will, a classic Christmas song, Turned into a nightmarish 12 nights of nightmares! Behold my monstrous last chorus of My 12 Nightmares Of Christmas Sung to the melody of The 12 Days Of Christmas…   On the 12th nightmare of Christmas, These nightmares came to me— 12 Slasher Monsters 11

Spreading Holiday Fear

    Red Christmas   I’m bleeding a red Christmas, just like the ones I used to woe where the blood-drops glisten and demons hissin’   to scare cold kids who sleigh in the snow.   I’m bleeding a red Christmas, that’s why every Christmas song I write causes blight may your nights be dreary