Showing posts with label John Carpenter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Carpenter. Show all posts

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Las fantasmagorías de Monsieur Quemador - XXVI

"10:15 P.M. Important discovery. Orrendorf and Watkins, working underground at 9:45 with light, found monstrous barrel-shaped fossil of wholly unknown nature; probably vegetable unless overgrown specimen of unknown marine radiata. Tissue evidently preserved by mineral salts. Tough as leather, but astonishing flexibility retained in places. Marks of broken-off parts at ends and around sides. Six feet end to end, three and five-tenths feet central diameter, tapering to one foot at each end. Like a barrel with five bulging ridges in place of staves. Lateral breakages, as of thinnish stalks, are at equator in middle of these ridges. In furrows between ridges are curious growths - combs or wings that fold up and spread out like fans. All greatly damaged but one, which gives almost seven-foot wing spread. Arrangement reminds one of certain monsters of primal myth, especially fabled Elder Things in Necronomicon.
"Their wings seem to be membranous, stretched on frame work of glandular tubing. Apparent minute orifices in frame tubing at wing tips. Ends of body shriveled, giving no clue to interior or to what has been broken off there. Must dissect when we get back to camp. Can’t decide whether vegetable or animal. Many features obviously of almost incredible primitiveness. Have set all hands cutting stalactites and looking for further specimens. Additional scarred bones found, but these must wait. Having trouble with dogs. They can’t endure the new specimen, and would probably tear it to pieces if we didn’t keep it at a distance from them."


In The Mouth of Madness
John Carpenter (1994)

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Las fantasmagorías de Monsieur Quemador - XXIV

After all these dreams there remained on waking a remembrance of having been in a place very nearly dark, and of having spoken to people whom I could not see; and especially of one clear voice, of a female's, very deep, that spoke as if at a distance, slowly, and producing always the same sensation of indescribable solemnity and fear. Sometimes there came a sensation as if a hand was drawn softly along my cheek and neck. Sometimes it was as if warm lips kissed me, and longer and longer and more lovingly as they reached my throat, but there the caress fixed itself. My heart beat faster, my breathing rose and fell rapidly and full drawn; a sobbing, that rose into a sense of strangulation, supervened, and turned into a dreadful convulsion, in which my senses left me and I became unconscious.


Vampiros de John Carpenter (John Carpenter's Vampires)
John Carpenter (1998)

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Las fantasmagorías de Monsieur Quemador - XX

The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
Dr. Samuel Loomis


La Noche de Halloween (Halloween)
John Carpenter 1978


Halloween: El origen (Halloween)
Rob Zombie 2007


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Las fantasmagorías de Monsieur Quemador - XVII

For Appetite with an opinion of attaining, is called Hope. The same, without such opinion, Despaire.


The Ward
John Carpenter 2010

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Las fantasmagorías de Monsieur Quemador - XIV

...y todo espíritu que no confiesa a Jesús, no es de Dios; y este es el espíritu del anticristo, del cual habéis oído que viene, y que ahora ya está en el mundo.
Juan 4:3


Prince of Darkness (El príncipe de las tinieblas)
John Carpenter 1987