Poetry: Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:
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Song In My Head: The Monster Hop by Bert Convy

The Art of Horror: Mortuary

Quote: “If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.” – George Bernard Shaw

Recipe: Skeleton Meat Platter

Anywhere But Here: The Seven Gates of Hell, Hellam, PA