Tonight's UK Talking Pictures' Cellar Club offerings are fine fayre indeed. 8pm The Outer Limits : A Feasibility Study: a city block...

Our first night home after getting back from our Christmas break in Whitby was spent in front of the telly with Blue the old dog, back from ...

I was reading my guide to horror novels the other day, Paperbacks from Hell. It mentioned a novel I'd never heard of but said it was an ...

I like folk horror. Its where superstition, ancient rites, witchcraft and paganism are at the heart of the horror, whether it be a novel ...

Its Walpurgis Night and Beltane! Join me in listening to the Owl Service, an audio based on a famous children's fantasy novel by Alan ...

I've just bought a second-hand copy of the Magic Cottage by the late James Herbert. James Herbert was the wunderkind of British horror...

Shelob's Lair Golden Growth Down Cemetery Lane

Nostell Priory Gardens,  Around Halloween.

Tapping into unaccustomed vanity I visited the beauty parlour on the high street. I sat and dreamt of the town's New Year Ball as t...

Continuing my Christmas creepy postings, here's a blast from the recent past. One of my short folk horrors from last year. ...

The full moon was up the sky.  Like a tag, hole-punched, it said fill your belly boy. I loped along the edge of the field to a stea...

Well, our good friend has gone home today after visiting for a week of pre-festive fun. She'll be nearly home now. The Missus took her ...

Its late at night and the toys are away. Time for darkness to have a say. Press each video one by one To watch the the setting of the...

Watch if you dare!

Once a year Bill B visits Moonbase and this weekend was that time. I've known Bill for well over twenty years and corresponded onli...

No more the open fallow field. Blue surveys the ploughed slopes where we'd filmed folk horrors this winter and we both realised that ...

My new short folk dog flight NASA horror sketch. Its the Flight of the Baskervilles. Enjoy!

My latest dreary ode, a folk dirge on the hill. I've slowed my voice down for extra drear. Blue is sick of not getting any ...

A  rather sombre little Lovecraftian speech on my favourite local field at dusk. I call these dreary odes drodes. Well, you have ...

This is another short film made on my smarty phone. A creepy mini-story for Christmas. Once again it stars the natural acting t...