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Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 342 (12.02.2023) Kill Butterfly Tremors 2 4K www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Underground Wife/ American Commando 6: Kill Butterfly Kill” Review – 0:55 “Tremors 2: Aftershocks” 4K Review – 6:15 “Long Arm of the Law 1 & 2” Review –12:14/16:24 “The Sinister Doctor Orloff” Review – 19:48 1981 “Death in the Family” Review – 24:11 1981 “The Killing of Angel Street” Review – 31:34 1981 “The Magic Man” Review – 34:23 Patreon Pick “the Killing” Review - 38:57 Questions/ Answers/ - 43:52 Update - 47:27 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/DXVBY9kOhVo Links Cauldron Films - https://www.cauldron-films.com/ “Kill Butterfly Kill” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/kill-butterfly-kill-blu-ray Arrow Films - https://www.arrowfilms.com/ “Tremors 2: Aftershocks” 4K - https://mvdshop.com/products/tremors-2-aftershocks-limited-edition-4k-ultra-hd 88 Films - https://88-films.myshopify.com/ “Long Arm of the Law 1 & 2” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/the-long-arm-of-the-law-1-2-blu-ray Mondo Macabro - https://mondomacabro.bigcartel.com/ “The Sinister Doctor Orloff” Blu-Ray - https://www.amazon.com/The-Sinister-Dr-Orloff-Blu-ray/dp/B0CH3QTQN9 Magic, Myth & Mutilation: The Micro-Budget Cinema of Michael J Murphy Blu-Ray - https://www.powerhousefilms.co.uk/products/magic-myth-mutilation-the-micro-budget-cinema-of-michael-j-murphy-1967-2015 “The Killing of Angel St” DVD - https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Street-Public-Interest-NON-USA/dp/B004IA4O7I/ “The Magic Man” YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3rWWAwGn0g “The Killing” 4K - https://kinolorber.com/product/the-killing-4kuhd-4k-uhd Update 4K 1. The Mist Film Notes Underground Wife - 1982 - Hsu Yu-Lung Tremors 2: Aftershocks - 1996 - S.S. Wilson Long Arm of the Law - 1984 - Johnny Mak Long Arm of the Law 2 - 1987 - Michael Mak The Sinister Doctor Orloff - 1984 - Jesús Franco Death in the Family - 1981 - Michael J. Murphy The Killing Angel Street - 1981 - Donald Crombie The Magic Man - 1981 - Lilik Sudjio The Killing - 1956 - Stanley Kubrick --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

When musician and therapist Ailie Blunnie first caught Covid in 2021, she expected to recover quickly. Yet, more than two years later, the once active 38-year-old has never returned to full health and lives with symptoms of long covid, including chronic fatigue and exhaustion. In this episode, Blunnie talks to Sorcha Pollak about how she manages this debilitating illness. We also hear from long covid specialist Dr Jack Lambert, who says the State funding of long Covid services needs to be allocated differently. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Duncan put the theme of our November Monday episodes in the hands of our beloved listeners who choice, some would say wisely and others' less so, Amicus Productions. Over the next 4 Monday's we will be looking at 4 of the Amicus back catalogue with our third review Torture Garden (1967). The grading follows the Netflix rating style of 1 = Hated It, 2 = Didn't Like It, 3 = Liked It, 4 = Really Liked It & 5 = Loved It Torture Garden: Duncan: 2.5 Check out the show on ⁠Anchor⁠, ⁠iTunes⁠, ⁠TuneIn⁠ & on ⁠Stitcher Radio⁠. Please leave us feedback on ⁠iTunes⁠, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on ⁠Facebook⁠ & ⁠Twitter⁠.

Andrea Fausett is the founder and CEO of Mamele, an app that helps women around the world improve their health, nutrition, and fitness.In this episode, Andrea speaks about building her business to 7 figures in just 6 months while being a present wife and mother to her 2 daughters; intentional parenting; entrepreneurship; business marketing, and the power of identity, purpose, and small pivots in determining your success in life.She also speaks about:-How to reverse-engineer success by breaking things down into small changes-Why extreme dieting and other major behavior change doesn't work-A different, more productive way to look at negative programming from your childhood-How her entrepreneurial journey started with a single moment of self-reflection while looking in the mirror-Exactly how she'd coach Brandon to achieve a fitness goal like losing 20 lbs-Earning 6 figures and beyond by cultivating just 1,000 true fans-Her wild experience during the Maui fires and how she stepped up to show up for her community-Her feelings on body image and how she embraced gratitude during and after pregnancy, following several miscarriagesAndrea's charitable cause:The Emily Effect, a foundation providing resources to families and support for women suffering from perinatal mood disorders.Reading List:$100 Million Dollar Offers by Alex HormoziMillionaire Success Habits by Dean GraziosiAtomic Habits by James ClearTake the Stairs by Rory VadenConnect with Andrea:Mamele Fit AppMamele Fit InstagramAndrea's InstagramMamele WebsiteAndrea's LinkedIn

Andy returns just in time to be left out as we talk about Liquor Chocolates, Icons of Darkness, How to Sell a Haunted House, DnD, Barbie, Rick and Morty, Taika Waititi, Disneyland Advice, Cross and the Switchblade, Pat Boone, Hoult and Lex, Cretton leaves Kang, He-Man movie finds a new home, The People Under the Stairs, Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, Tubi's To Be Commissioned, and an intro to a brand new segment: BARRY'S STEAMER. So, get ready for some bad advice. Get ready for a GeekShock!

What's Poppin': Cassie files a lawsuit against her ex, P. Diddy, alleging he sexually assaulted her and physically abused her. Keke Palmer's mom goes off on Darius Jackson during a call secretly recorded by Jackson. Is Snoop really giving up smoke? Jordan Peele is remaking "People Under the Stairs."    Main Topic: It's all about Thanksgiving with the Mind Pop Zone crew In the Zone: Garrett Johnson

  The Haunter of the Dark By H. P. Lovecraft (Dedicated to Robert Bloch) I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim— Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name. —Nemesis. Cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert Blake was killed by lightning, or by some profound nervous shock derived from an electrical discharge. It is true that the window he faced was unbroken, but Nature has shewn herself capable of many freakish performances. The expression on his face may easily have arisen from some obscure muscular source unrelated to anything he saw, while the entries in his diary are clearly the result of a fantastic imagination aroused by certain local superstitions and by certain old matters he had uncovered. As for the anomalous conditions at the deserted church on Federal Hill—the shrewd analyst is not slow in attributing them to some charlatanry, conscious or unconscious, with at least some of which Blake was secretly connected. For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city—a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he—had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee. He may have known of the old stories despite his statements to the contrary in the diary, and his death may have nipped in the bud some stupendous hoax destined to have a literary reflection. Among those, however, who have examined and correlated all this evidence, there remain several who cling to less rational and commonplace theories. They are inclined to take much of Blake's diary at its face value, and point significantly to certain facts such as the undoubted genuineness of the old church record, the verified existence of the disliked and unorthodox Starry Wisdom sect prior to 1877, the recorded disappearance of an inquisitive reporter named Edwin M. Lillibridge in 1893, and—above all—the look of monstrous, transfiguring fear on the face of the young writer when he died. It was one of these believers who, moved to fanatical extremes, threw into the bay the curiously angled stone and its strangely adorned metal box found in the old church steeple—the black windowless steeple, and not the tower where Blake's diary said those things originally were. Though widely censured both officially and unofficially, this man—a reputable physician with a taste for odd folklore—averred that he had rid the earth of something too dangerous to rest upon it. Between these two schools of opinion the reader must judge for himself. The papers have given the tangible details from a sceptical angle, leaving for others the drawing of the picture as Robert Blake saw it—or thought he saw it—or pretended to see it. Now, studying the diary closely, dispassionately, and at leisure, let us summarise the dark chain of events from the expressed point of view of their chief actor. Young Blake returned to Providence in the winter of 1934–5, taking the upper floor of a venerable dwelling in a grassy court off College Street—on the crest of the great eastward hill near the Brown University campus and behind the marble John Hay Library. It was a cosy and fascinating place, in a little garden oasis of village-like antiquity where huge, friendly cats sunned themselves atop a convenient shed. The square Georgian house had a monitor roof, classic doorway with fan carving, small-paned windows, and all the other earmarks of early nineteenth-century workmanship. Inside were six-panelled doors, wide floor-boards, a curving colonial staircase, white Adam-period mantels, and a rear set of rooms three steps below the general level. Blake's study, a large southwest chamber, overlooked the front garden on one side, while its west windows—before one of which he had his desk—faced off from the brow of the hill and commanded a splendid view of the lower town's outspread roofs and of the mystical sunsets that flamed behind them. On the far horizon were the open countryside's purple slopes. Against these, some two miles away, rose the spectral hump of Federal Hill, bristling with huddled roofs and steeples whose remote outlines wavered mysteriously, taking fantastic forms as the smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them. Blake had a curious sense that he was looking upon some unknown, ethereal world which might or might not vanish in dream if ever he tried to seek it out and enter it in person. Having sent home for most of his books, Blake bought some antique furniture suitable to his quarters and settled down to write and paint—living alone, and attending to the simple housework himself. His studio was in a north attic room, where the panes of the monitor roof furnished admirable lighting. During that first winter he produced five of his best-known short stories—“The Burrower Beneath”, “The Stairs in the Crypt”, “Shaggai”, “In the Vale of Pnath”, and “The Feaster from the Stars”—and painted seven canvases; studies of nameless, unhuman monsters, and profoundly alien, non-terrestrial landscapes. At sunset he would often sit at his desk and gaze dreamily off at the outspread west—the dark towers of Memorial Hall just below, the Georgian court-house belfry, the lofty pinnacles of the downtown section, and that shimmering, spire-crowned mound in the distance whose unknown streets and labyrinthine gables so potently provoked his fancy. From his few local acquaintances he learned that the far-off slope was a vast Italian quarter, though most of the houses were remnants of older Yankee and Irish days. Now and then he would train his field-glasses on that spectral, unreachable world beyond the curling smoke; picking out individual roofs and chimneys and steeples, and speculating upon the bizarre and curious mysteries they might house. Even with optical aid Federal Hill seemed somehow alien, half fabulous, and linked to the unreal, intangible marvels of Blake's own tales and pictures. The feeling would persist long after the hill had faded into the violet, lamp-starred twilight, and the court-house floodlights and the red Industrial Trust beacon had blazed up to make the night grotesque. Of all the distant objects on Federal Hill, a certain huge, dark church most fascinated Blake. It stood out with especial distinctness at certain hours of the day, and at sunset the great tower and tapering steeple loomed blackly against the flaming sky. It seemed to rest on especially high ground; for the grimy facade, and the obliquely seen north side with sloping roof and the tops of great pointed windows, rose boldly above the tangle of surrounding ridgepoles and chimney-pots. Peculiarly grim and austere, it appeared to be built of stone, stained and weathered with the smoke and storms of a century and more. The style, so far as the glass could shew, was that earliest experimental form of Gothic revival which preceded the stately Upjohn period and held over some of the outlines and proportions of the Georgian age. Perhaps it was reared around 1810 or 1815. As months passed, Blake watched the far-off, forbidding structure with an oddly mounting interest. Since the vast windows were never lighted, he knew that it must be vacant. The longer he watched, the more his imagination worked, till at length he began to fancy curious things. He believed that a vague, singular aura of desolation hovered over the place, so that even the pigeons and swallows shunned its smoky eaves. Around other towers and belfries his glass would reveal great flocks of birds, but here they never rested. At least, that is what he thought and set down in his diary. He pointed the place out to several friends, but none of them had even been on Federal Hill or possessed the faintest notion of what the church was or had been. In the spring a deep restlessness gripped Blake. He had begun his long-planned novel—based on a supposed survival of the witch-cult in Maine—but was strangely unable to make progress with it. More and more he would sit at his westward window and gaze at the distant hill and the black, frowning steeple shunned by the birds. When the delicate leaves came out on the garden boughs the world was filled with a new beauty, but Blake's restlessness was merely increased. It was then that he first thought of crossing the city and climbing bodily up that fabulous slope into the smoke-wreathed world of dream. Late in April, just before the aeon-shadowed Walpurgis time, Blake made his first trip into the unknown. Plodding through the endless downtown streets and the bleak, decayed squares beyond, he came finally upon the ascending avenue of century-worn steps, sagging Doric porches, and blear-paned cupolas which he felt must lead up to the long-known, unreachable world beyond the mists. There were dingy blue-and-white street signs which meant nothing to him, and presently he noted the strange, dark faces of the drifting crowds, and the foreign signs over curious shops in brown, decade-weathered buildings. Nowhere could he find any of the objects he had seen from afar; so that once more he half fancied that the Federal Hill of that distant view was a dream-world never to be trod by living human feet. Now and then a battered church facade or crumbling spire came in sight, but never the blackened pile that he sought. When he asked a shopkeeper about a great stone church the man smiled and shook his head, though he spoke English freely. As Blake climbed higher, the region seemed stranger and stranger, with bewildering mazes of brooding brown alleys leading eternally off to the south. He crossed two or three broad avenues, and once thought he glimpsed a familiar tower. Again he asked a merchant about the massive church of stone, and this time he could have sworn that the plea of ignorance was feigned. The dark man's face had a look of fear which he tried to hide, and Blake saw him make a curious sign with his right hand. Then suddenly a black spire stood out against the cloudy sky on his left, above the tiers of brown roofs lining the tangled southerly alleys. Blake knew at once what it was, and plunged toward it through the squalid, unpaved lanes that climbed from the avenue. Twice he lost his way, but he somehow dared not ask any of the patriarchs or housewives who sat on their doorsteps, or any of the children who shouted and played in the mud of the shadowy lanes. At last he saw the tower plain against the southwest, and a huge stone bulk rose darkly at the end of an alley. Presently he stood in a windswept open square, quaintly cobblestoned, with a high bank wall on the farther side. This was the end of his quest; for upon the wide, iron-railed, weed-grown plateau which the wall supported—a separate, lesser world raised fully six feet above the surrounding streets—there stood a grim, titan bulk whose identity, despite Blake's new perspective, was beyond dispute. The vacant church was in a state of great decrepitude. Some of the high stone buttresses had fallen, and several delicate finials lay half lost among the brown, neglected weeds and grasses. The sooty Gothic windows were largely unbroken, though many of the stone mullions were missing. Blake wondered how the obscurely painted panes could have survived so well, in view of the known habits of small boys the world over. The massive doors were intact and tightly closed. Around the top of the bank wall, fully enclosing the grounds, was a rusty iron fence whose gate—at the head of a flight of steps from the square—was visibly padlocked. The path from the gate to the building was completely overgrown. Desolation and decay hung like a pall above the place, and in the birdless eaves and black, ivyless walls Blake felt a touch of the dimly sinister beyond his power to define. There were very few people in the square, but Blake saw a policeman at the northerly end and approached him with questions about the church. He was a great wholesome Irishman, and it seemed odd that he would do little more than make the sign of the cross and mutter that people never spoke of that building. When Blake pressed him he said very hurriedly that the Italian priests warned everybody against it, vowing that a monstrous evil had once dwelt there and left its mark. He himself had heard dark whispers of it from his father, who recalled certain sounds and rumours from his boyhood. There had been a bad sect there in the ould days—an outlaw sect that called up awful things from some unknown gulf of night. It had taken a good priest to exorcise what had come, though there did be those who said that merely the light could do it. If Father O'Malley were alive there would be many the thing he could tell. But now there was nothing to do but let it alone. It hurt nobody now, and those that owned it were dead or far away. They had run away like rats after the threatening talk in '77, when people began to mind the way folks vanished now and then in the neighbourhood. Some day the city would step in and take the property for lack of heirs, but little good would come of anybody's touching it. Better it be left alone for the years to topple, lest things be stirred that ought to rest forever in their black abyss. After the policeman had gone Blake stood staring at the sullen steepled pile. It excited him to find that the structure seemed as sinister to others as to him, and he wondered what grain of truth might lie behind the old tales the bluecoat had repeated. Probably they were mere legends evoked by the evil look of the place, but even so, they were like a strange coming to life of one of his own stories. The afternoon sun came out from behind dispersing clouds, but seemed unable to light up the stained, sooty walls of the old temple that towered on its high plateau. It was odd that the green of spring had not touched the brown, withered growths in the raised, iron-fenced yard. Blake found himself edging nearer the raised area and examining the bank wall and rusted fence for possible avenues of ingress. There was a terrible lure about the blackened fane which was not to be resisted. The fence had no opening near the steps, but around on the north side were some missing bars. He could go up the steps and walk around on the narrow coping outside the fence till he came to the gap. If the people feared the place so wildly, he would encounter no interference. He was on the embankment and almost inside the fence before anyone noticed him. Then, looking down, he saw the few people in the square edging away and making the same sign with their right hands that the shopkeeper in the avenue had made. Several windows were slammed down, and a fat woman darted into the street and pulled some small children inside a rickety, unpainted house. The gap in the fence was very easy to pass through, and before long Blake found himself wading amidst the rotting, tangled growths of the deserted yard. Here and there the worn stump of a headstone told him that there had once been burials in this field; but that, he saw, must have been very long ago. The sheer bulk of the church was oppressive now that he was close to it, but he conquered his mood and approached to try the three great doors in the facade. All were securely locked, so he began a circuit of the Cyclopean building in quest of some minor and more penetrable opening. Even then he could not be sure that he wished to enter that haunt of desertion and shadow, yet the pull of its strangeness dragged him on automatically. A yawning and unprotected cellar window in the rear furnished the needed aperture. Peering in, Blake saw a subterrene gulf of cobwebs and dust faintly litten by the western sun's filtered rays. Debris, old barrels, and ruined boxes and furniture of numerous sorts met his eye, though over everything lay a shroud of dust which softened all sharp outlines. The rusted remains of a hot-air furnace shewed that the building had been used and kept in shape as late as mid-Victorian times. Acting almost without conscious initiative, Blake crawled through the window and let himself down to the dust-carpeted and debris-strown concrete floor. The vaulted cellar was a vast one, without partitions; and in a corner far to the right, amid dense shadows, he saw a black archway evidently leading upstairs. He felt a peculiar sense of oppression at being actually within the great spectral building, but kept it in check as he cautiously scouted about—finding a still-intact barrel amid the dust, and rolling it over to the open window to provide for his exit. Then, bracing himself, he crossed the wide, cobweb-festooned space toward the arch. Half choked with the omnipresent dust, and covered with ghostly gossamer fibres, he reached and began to climb the worn stone steps which rose into the darkness. He had no light, but groped carefully with his hands. After a sharp turn he felt a closed door ahead, and a little fumbling revealed its ancient latch. It opened inward, and beyond it he saw a dimly illumined corridor lined with worm-eaten panelling. Once on the ground floor, Blake began exploring in a rapid fashion. All the inner doors were unlocked, so that he freely passed from room to room. The colossal nave was an almost eldritch place with its drifts and mountains of dust over box pews, altar, hourglass pulpit, and sounding-board, and its titanic ropes of cobweb stretching among the pointed arches of the gallery and entwining the clustered Gothic columns. Over all this hushed desolation played a hideous leaden light as the declining afternoon sun sent its rays through the strange, half-blackened panes of the great apsidal windows. The paintings on those windows were so obscured by soot that Blake could scarcely decipher what they had represented, but from the little he could make out he did not like them. The designs were largely conventional, and his knowledge of obscure symbolism told him much concerning some of the ancient patterns. The few saints depicted bore expressions distinctly open to criticism, while one of the windows seemed to shew merely a dark space with spirals of curious luminosity scattered about in it. Turning away from the windows, Blake noticed that the cobwebbed cross above the altar was not of the ordinary kind, but resembled the primordial ankh or crux ansata of shadowy Egypt. In a rear vestry room beside the apse Blake found a rotting desk and ceiling-high shelves of mildewed, disintegrating books. Here for the first time he received a positive shock of objective horror, for the titles of those books told him much. They were the black, forbidden things which most sane people have never even heard of, or have heard of only in furtive, timorous whispers; the banned and dreaded repositories of equivocal secrets and immemorial formulae which have trickled down the stream of time from the days of man's youth, and the dim, fabulous days before man was. He had himself read many of them—a Latin version of the abhorred Necronomicon, the sinister Liber Ivonis, the infamous Cultes des Goules of Comte d'Erlette, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, and old Ludvig Prinn's hellish De Vermis Mysteriis. But there were others he had known merely by reputation or not at all—the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Book of Dzyan, and a crumbling volume in wholly unidentifiable characters yet with certain symbols and diagrams shudderingly recognisable to the occult student. Clearly, the lingering local rumours had not lied. This place had once been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe. In the ruined desk was a small leather-bound record-book filled with entries in some odd cryptographic medium. The manuscript writing consisted of the common traditional symbols used today in astronomy and anciently in alchemy, astrology, and other dubious arts—the devices of the sun, moon, planets, aspects, and zodiacal signs—here massed in solid pages of text, with divisions and paragraphings suggesting that each symbol answered to some alphabetical letter. In the hope of later solving the cryptogram, Blake bore off this volume in his coat pocket. Many of the great tomes on the shelves fascinated him unutterably, and he felt tempted to borrow them at some later time. He wondered how they could have remained undisturbed so long. Was he the first to conquer the clutching, pervasive fear which had for nearly sixty years protected this deserted place from visitors? Having now thoroughly explored the ground floor, Blake ploughed again through the dust of the spectral nave to the front vestibule, where he had seen a door and staircase presumably leading up to the blackened tower and steeple—objects so long familiar to him at a distance. The ascent was a choking experience, for dust lay thick, while the spiders had done their worst in this constricted place. The staircase was a spiral with high, narrow wooden treads, and now and then Blake passed a clouded window looking dizzily out over the city. Though he had seen no ropes below, he expected to find a bell or peal of bells in the tower whose narrow, louver-boarded lancet windows his field-glass had studied so often. Here he was doomed to disappointment; for when he attained the top of the stairs he found the tower chamber vacant of chimes, and clearly devoted to vastly different purposes. The room, about fifteen feet square, was faintly lighted by four lancet windows, one on each side, which were glazed within their screening of decayed louver-boards. These had been further fitted with tight, opaque screens, but the latter were now largely rotted away. In the centre of the dust-laden floor rose a curiously angled stone pillar some four feet in height and two in average diameter, covered on each side with bizarre, crudely incised, and wholly unrecognisable hieroglyphs. On this pillar rested a metal box of peculiarly asymmetrical form; its hinged lid thrown back, and its interior holding what looked beneath the decade-deep dust to be an egg-shaped or irregularly spherical object some four inches through. Around the pillar in a rough circle were seven high-backed Gothic chairs still largely intact, while behind them, ranging along the dark-panelled walls, were seven colossal images of crumbling, black-painted plaster, resembling more than anything else the cryptic carven megaliths of mysterious Easter Island. In one corner of the cobwebbed chamber a ladder was built into the wall, leading up to the closed trap-door of the windowless steeple above. As Blake grew accustomed to the feeble light he noticed odd bas-reliefs on the strange open box of yellowish metal. Approaching, he tried to clear the dust away with his hands and handkerchief, and saw that the figurings were of a monstrous and utterly alien kind; depicting entities which, though seemingly alive, resembled no known life-form ever evolved on this planet. The four-inch seeming sphere turned out to be a nearly black, red-striated polyhedron with many irregular flat surfaces; either a very remarkable crystal of some sort, or an artificial object of carved and highly polished mineral matter. It did not touch the bottom of the box, but was held suspended by means of a metal band around its centre, with seven queerly designed supports extending horizontally to angles of the box's inner wall near the top. This stone, once exposed, exerted upon Blake an almost alarming fascination. He could scarcely tear his eyes from it, and as he looked at its glistening surfaces he almost fancied it was transparent, with half-formed worlds of wonder within. Into his mind floated pictures of alien orbs with great stone towers, and other orbs with titan mountains and no mark of life, and still remoter spaces where only a stirring in vague blacknesses told of the presence of consciousness and will. When he did look away, it was to notice a somewhat singular mound of dust in the far corner near the ladder to the steeple. Just why it took his attention he could not tell, but something in its contours carried a message to his unconscious mind. Ploughing toward it, and brushing aside the hanging cobwebs as he went, he began to discern something grim about it. Hand and handkerchief soon revealed the truth, and Blake gasped with a baffling mixture of emotions. It was a human skeleton, and it must have been there for a very long time. The clothing was in shreds, but some buttons and fragments of cloth bespoke a man's grey suit. There were other bits of evidence—shoes, metal clasps, huge buttons for round cuffs, a stickpin of bygone pattern, a reporter's badge with the name of the old Providence Telegram, and a crumbling leather pocketbook. Blake examined the latter with care, finding within it several bills of antiquated issue, a celluloid advertising calendar for 1893, some cards with the name “Edwin M. Lillibridge”, and a paper covered with pencilled memoranda. This paper held much of a puzzling nature, and Blake read it carefully at the dim westward window. Its disjointed text included such phrases as the following: “Prof. Enoch Bowen home from Egypt May 1844—buys old Free-Will Church in July—his archaeological work & studies in occult well known.” “Dr. Drowne of 4th Baptist warns against Starry Wisdom in sermon Dec. 29, 1844.” “Congregation 97 by end of '45.” “1846—3 disappearances—first mention of Shining Trapezohedron.” “7 disappearances 1848—stories of blood sacrifice begin.” “Investigation 1853 comes to nothing—stories of sounds.” “Fr. O'Malley tells of devil-worship with box found in great Egyptian ruins—says they call up something that can't exist in light. Flees a little light, and banished by strong light. Then has to be summoned again. Probably got this from deathbed confession of Francis X. Feeney, who had joined Starry Wisdom in '49. These people say the Shining Trapezohedron shews them heaven & other worlds, & that the Haunter of the Dark tells them secrets in some way.” “Story of Orrin B. Eddy 1857. They call it up by gazing at the crystal, & have a secret language of their own.” “200 or more in cong. 1863, exclusive of men at front.” “Irish boys mob church in 1869 after Patrick Regan's disappearance.” “Veiled article in J. March 14, '72, but people don't talk about it.” “6 disappearances 1876—secret committee calls on Mayor Doyle.” “Action promised Feb. 1877—church closes in April.” “Gang—Federal Hill Boys—threaten Dr. —— and vestrymen in May.” “181 persons leave city before end of '77—mention no names.” “Ghost stories begin around 1880—try to ascertain truth of report that no human being has entered church since 1877.” “Ask Lanigan for photograph of place taken 1851.” . . . Restoring the paper to the pocketbook and placing the latter in his coat, Blake turned to look down at the skeleton in the dust. The implications of the notes were clear, and there could be no doubt but that this man had come to the deserted edifice forty-two years before in quest of a newspaper sensation which no one else had been bold enough to attempt. Perhaps no one else had known of his plan—who could tell? But he had never returned to his paper. Had some bravely suppressed fear risen to overcome him and bring on sudden heart-failure? Blake stooped over the gleaming bones and noted their peculiar state. Some of them were badly scattered, and a few seemed oddly dissolved at the ends. Others were strangely yellowed, with vague suggestions of charring. This charring extended to some of the fragments of clothing. The skull was in a very peculiar state—stained yellow, and with a charred aperture in the top as if some powerful acid had eaten through the solid bone. What had happened to the skeleton during its four decades of silent entombment here Blake could not imagine. Before he realised it, he was looking at the stone again, and letting its curious influence call up a nebulous pageantry in his mind. He saw processions of robed, hooded figures whose outlines were not human, and looked on endless leagues of desert lined with carved, sky-reaching monoliths. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know. Then all at once the spell was broken by an access of gnawing, indeterminate panic fear. Blake choked and turned away from the stone, conscious of some formless alien presence close to him and watching him with horrible intentness. He felt entangled with something—something which was not in the stone, but which had looked through it at him—something which would ceaselessly follow him with a cognition that was not physical sight. Plainly, the place was getting on his nerves—as well it might in view of his gruesome find. The light was waning, too, and since he had no illuminant with him he knew he would have to be leaving soon. It was then, in the gathering twilight, that he thought he saw a faint trace of luminosity in the crazily angled stone. He had tried to look away from it, but some obscure compulsion drew his eyes back. Was there a subtle phosphorescence of radio-activity about the thing? What was it that the dead man's notes had said concerning a Shining Trapezohedron? What, anyway, was this abandoned lair of cosmic evil? What had been done here, and what might still be lurking in the bird-shunned shadows? It seemed now as if an elusive touch of foetor had arisen somewhere close by, though its source was not apparent. Blake seized the cover of the long-open box and snapped it down. It moved easily on its alien hinges, and closed completely over the unmistakably glowing stone. At the sharp click of that closing a soft stirring sound seemed to come from the steeple's eternal blackness overhead, beyond the trap-door. Rats, without question—the only living things to reveal their presence in this accursed pile since he had entered it. And yet that stirring in the steeple frightened him horribly, so that he plunged almost wildly down the spiral stairs, across the ghoulish nave, into the vaulted basement, out amidst the gathering dusk of the deserted square, and down through the teeming, fear-haunted alleys and avenues of Federal Hill toward the sane central streets and the home-like brick sidewalks of the college district. During the days which followed, Blake told no one of his expedition. Instead, he read much in certain books, examined long years of newspaper files downtown, and worked feverishly at the cryptogram in that leather volume from the cobwebbed vestry room. The cipher, he soon saw, was no simple one; and after a long period of endeavour he felt sure that its language could not be English, Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, Italian, or German. Evidently he would have to draw upon the deepest wells of his strange erudition. Every evening the old impulse to gaze westward returned, and he saw the black steeple as of yore amongst the bristling roofs of a distant and half-fabulous world. But now it held a fresh note of terror for him. He knew the heritage of evil lore it masked, and with the knowledge his vision ran riot in queer new ways. The birds of spring were returning, and as he watched their sunset flights he fancied they avoided the gaunt, lone spire as never before. When a flock of them approached it, he thought, they would wheel and scatter in panic confusion—and he could guess at the wild twitterings which failed to reach him across the intervening miles. It was in June that Blake's diary told of his victory over the cryptogram. The text was, he found, in the dark Aklo language used by certain cults of evil antiquity, and known to him in a halting way through previous researches. The diary is strangely reticent about what Blake deciphered, but he was patently awed and disconcerted by his results. There are references to a Haunter of the Dark awaked by gazing into the Shining Trapezohedron, and insane conjectures about the black gulfs of chaos from which it was called. The being is spoken of as holding all knowledge, and demanding monstrous sacrifices. Some of Blake's entries shew fear lest the thing, which he seemed to regard as summoned, stalk abroad; though he adds that the street-lights form a bulwark which cannot be crossed. Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and placed in its curious box by the crinoid things of Antarctica, salvaged from their ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia, and peered at aeons later in Lemuria by the first human beings. It crossed strange lands and stranger seas, and sank with Atlantis before a Minoan fisher meshed it in his net and sold it to swarthy merchants from nighted Khem. The Pharaoh Nephren-Ka built around it a temple with a windowless crypt, and did that which caused his name to be stricken from all monuments and records. Then it slept in the ruins of that evil fane which the priests and the new Pharaoh destroyed, till the delver's spade once more brought it forth to curse mankind. Early in July the newspapers oddly supplement Blake's entries, though in so brief and casual a way that only the diary has called general attention to their contribution. It appears that a new fear had been growing on Federal Hill since a stranger had entered the dreaded church. The Italians whispered of unaccustomed stirrings and bumpings and scrapings in the dark windowless steeple, and called on their priests to banish an entity which haunted their dreams. Something, they said, was constantly watching at a door to see if it were dark enough to venture forth. Press items mentioned the long-standing local superstitions, but failed to shed much light on the earlier background of the horror. It was obvious that the young reporters of today are no antiquarians. In writing of these things in his diary, Blake expresses a curious kind of remorse, and talks of the duty of burying the Shining Trapezohedron and of banishing what he had evoked by letting daylight into the hideous jutting spire. At the same time, however, he displays the dangerous extent of his fascination, and admits a morbid longing—pervading even his dreams—to visit the accursed tower and gaze again into the cosmic secrets of the glowing stone. Then something in the Journal on the morning of July 17 threw the diarist into a veritable fever of horror. It was only a variant of the other half-humorous items about the Federal Hill restlessness, but to Blake it was somehow very terrible indeed. In the night a thunderstorm had put the city's lighting-system out of commission for a full hour, and in that black interval the Italians had nearly gone mad with fright. Those living near the dreaded church had sworn that the thing in the steeple had taken advantage of the street-lamps' absence and gone down into the body of the church, flopping and bumping around in a viscous, altogether dreadful way. Toward the last it had bumped up to the tower, where there were sounds of the shattering of glass. It could go wherever the darkness reached, but light would always send it fleeing. When the current blazed on again there had been a shocking commotion in the tower, for even the feeble light trickling through the grime-blackened, louver-boarded windows was too much for the thing. It had bumped and slithered up into its tenebrous steeple just in time—for a long dose of light would have sent it back into the abyss whence the crazy stranger had called it. During the dark hour praying crowds had clustered round the church in the rain with lighted candles and lamps somehow shielded with folded paper and umbrellas—a guard of light to save the city from the nightmare that stalks in darkness. Once, those nearest the church declared, the outer door had rattled hideously. But even this was not the worst. That evening in the Bulletin Blake read of what the reporters had found. Aroused at last to the whimsical news value of the scare, a pair of them had defied the frantic crowds of Italians and crawled into the church through the cellar window after trying the doors in vain. They found the dust of the vestibule and of the spectral nave ploughed up in a singular way, with bits of rotted cushions and satin pew-linings scattered curiously around. There was a bad odour everywhere, and here and there were bits of yellow stain and patches of what looked like charring. Opening the door to the tower, and pausing a moment at the suspicion of a scraping sound above, they found the narrow spiral stairs wiped roughly clean. In the tower itself a similarly half-swept condition existed. They spoke of the heptagonal stone pillar, the overturned Gothic chairs, and the bizarre plaster images; though strangely enough the metal box and the old mutilated skeleton were not mentioned. What disturbed Blake the most—except for the hints of stains and charring and bad odours—was the final detail that explained the crashing glass. Every one of the tower's lancet windows was broken, and two of them had been darkened in a crude and hurried way by the stuffing of satin pew-linings and cushion-horsehair into the spaces between the slanting exterior louver-boards. More satin fragments and bunches of horsehair lay scattered around the newly swept floor, as if someone had been interrupted in the act of restoring the tower to the absolute blackness of its tightly curtained days. Yellowish stains and charred patches were found on the ladder to the windowless spire, but when a reporter climbed up, opened the horizontally sliding trap-door, and shot a feeble flashlight beam into the black and strangely foetid space, he saw nothing but darkness, and an heterogeneous litter of shapeless fragments near the aperture. The verdict, of course, was charlatanry. Somebody had played a joke on the superstitious hill-dwellers, or else some fanatic had striven to bolster up their fears for their own supposed good. Or perhaps some of the younger and more sophisticated dwellers had staged an elaborate hoax on the outside world. There was an amusing aftermath when the police sent an officer to verify the reports. Three men in succession found ways of evading the assignment, and the fourth went very reluctantly and returned very soon without adding to the account given by the reporters. From this point onward Blake's diary shews a mounting tide of insidious horror and nervous apprehension. He upbraids himself for not doing something, and speculates wildly on the consequences of another electrical breakdown. It has been verified that on three occasions—during thunderstorms—he telephoned the electric light company in a frantic vein and asked that desperate precautions against a lapse of power be taken. Now and then his entries shew concern over the failure of the reporters to find the metal box and stone, and the strangely marred old skeleton, when they explored the shadowy tower room. He assumed that these things had been removed—whither, and by whom or what, he could only guess. But his worst fears concerned himself, and the kind of unholy rapport he felt to exist between his mind and that lurking horror in the distant steeple—that monstrous thing of night which his rashness had called out of the ultimate black spaces. He seemed to feel a constant tugging at his will, and callers of that period remember how he would sit abstractedly at his desk and stare out of the west window at that far-off, spire-bristling mound beyond the swirling smoke of the city. His entries dwell monotonously on certain terrible dreams, and of a strengthening of the unholy rapport in his sleep. There is mention of a night when he awaked to find himself fully dressed, outdoors, and headed automatically down College Hill toward the west. Again and again he dwells on the fact that the thing in the steeple knows where to find him. The week following July 30 is recalled as the time of Blake's partial breakdown. He did not dress, and ordered all his food by telephone. Visitors remarked the cords he kept near his bed, and he said that sleep-walking had forced him to bind his ankles every night with knots which would probably hold or else waken him with the labour of untying. In his diary he told of the hideous experience which had brought the collapse. After retiring on the night of the 30th he had suddenly found himself groping about in an almost black space. All he could see were short, faint, horizontal streaks of bluish light, but he could smell an overpowering foetor and hear a curious jumble of soft, furtive sounds above him. Whenever he moved he stumbled over something, and at each noise there would come a sort of answering sound from above—a vague stirring, mixed with the cautious sliding of wood on wood. Once his groping hands encountered a pillar of stone with a vacant top, whilst later he found himself clutching the rungs of a ladder built into the wall, and fumbling his uncertain way upward toward some region of intenser stench where a hot, searing blast beat down against him. Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a daemoniac flute held in nameless paws. Then a sharp report from the outer world broke through his stupor and roused him to the unutterable horror of his position. What it was, he never knew—perhaps it was some belated peal from the fireworks heard all summer on Federal Hill as the dwellers hail their various patron saints, or the saints of their native villages in Italy. In any event he shrieked aloud, dropped frantically from the ladder, and stumbled blindly across the obstructed floor of the almost lightless chamber that encompassed him. He knew instantly where he was, and plunged recklessly down the narrow spiral staircase, tripping and bruising himself at every turn. There was a nightmare flight through a vast cobwebbed nave whose ghostly arches reached up to realms of leering shadow, a sightless scramble through a littered basement, a climb to regions of air and street-lights outside, and a mad racing down a spectral hill of gibbering gables, across a grim, silent city of tall black towers, and up the steep eastward precipice to his own ancient door. On regaining consciousness in the morning he found himself lying on his study floor fully dressed. Dirt and cobwebs covered him, and every inch of his body seemed sore and bruised. When he faced the mirror he saw that his hair was badly scorched, while a trace of strange, evil odour seemed to cling to his upper outer clothing. It was then that his nerves broke down. Thereafter, lounging exhaustedly about in a dressing-gown, he did little but stare from his west window, shiver at the threat of thunder, and make wild entries in his diary. The great storm broke just before midnight on August 8th. Lightning struck repeatedly in all parts of the city, and two remarkable fireballs were reported. The rain was torrential, while a constant fusillade of thunder brought sleeplessness to thousands. Blake was utterly frantic in his fear for the lighting system, and tried to telephone the company around 1 a.m., though by that time service had been temporarily cut off in the interest of safety. He recorded everything in his diary—the large, nervous, and often undecipherable hieroglyphs telling their own story of growing frenzy and despair, and of entries scrawled blindly in the dark. He had to keep the house dark in order to see out the window, and it appears that most of his time was spent at his desk, peering anxiously through the rain across the glistening miles of downtown roofs at the constellation of distant lights marking Federal Hill. Now and then he would fumblingly make an entry in his diary, so that detached phrases such as “The lights must not go”; “It knows where I am”; “I must destroy it”; and “It is calling to me, but perhaps it means no injury this time”; are found scattered down two of the pages. Then the lights went out all over the city. It happened at 2:12 a.m. according to power-house records, but Blake's diary gives no indication of the time. The entry is merely, “Lights out—God help me.” On Federal Hill there were watchers as anxious as he, and rain-soaked knots of men paraded the square and alleys around the evil church with umbrella-shaded candles, electric flashlights, oil lanterns, crucifixes, and obscure charms of the many sorts common to southern Italy. They blessed each flash of lightning, and made cryptical signs of fear with their right hands when a turn in the storm caused the flashes to lessen and finally to cease altogether. A rising wind blew out most of the candles, so that the scene grew threateningly dark. Someone roused Father Merluzzo of Spirito Santo Church, and he hastened to the dismal square to pronounce whatever helpful syllables he could. Of the restless and curious sounds in the blackened tower, there could be no doubt whatever. For what happened at 2:35 we have the testimony of the priest, a young, intelligent, and well-educated person; of Patrolman William J. Monahan of the Central Station, an officer of the highest reliability who had paused at that part of his beat to inspect the crowd; and of most of the seventy-eight men who had gathered around the church's high bank wall—especially those in the square where the eastward facade was visible. Of course there was nothing which can be proved as being outside the order of Nature. The possible causes of such an event are many. No one can speak with certainty of the obscure chemical processes arising in a vast, ancient, ill-aired, and long-deserted building of heterogeneous contents. Mephitic vapours—spontaneous combustion—pressure of gases born of long decay—any one of numberless phenomena might be responsible. And then, of course, the factor of conscious charlatanry can by no means be excluded. The thing was really quite simple in itself, and covered less than three minutes of actual time. Father Merluzzo, always a precise man, looked at his watch repeatedly. It started with a definite swelling of the dull fumbling sounds inside the black tower. There had for some time been a vague exhalation of strange, evil odours from the church, and this had now become emphatic and offensive. Then at last there was a sound of splintering wood, and a large, heavy object crashed down in the yard beneath the frowning easterly facade. The tower was invisible now that the candles would not burn, but as the object neared the ground the people knew that it was the smoke-grimed louver-boarding of that tower's east window. Immediately afterward an utterly unbearable foetor welled forth from the unseen heights, choking and sickening the trembling watchers, and almost prostrating those in the square. At the same time the air trembled with a vibration as of flapping wings, and a sudden east-blowing wind more violent than any previous blast snatched off the hats and wrenched the dripping umbrellas of the crowd. Nothing definite could be seen in the candleless night, though some upward-looking spectators thought they glimpsed a great spreading blur of denser blackness against the inky sky—something like a formless cloud of smoke that shot with meteor-like speed toward the east. That was all. The watchers were half numbed with fright, awe, and discomfort, and scarcely knew what to do, or whether to do anything at all. Not knowing what had happened, they did not relax their vigil; and a moment later they sent up a prayer as a sharp flash of belated lightning, followed by an earsplitting crash of sound, rent the flooded heavens. Half an hour later the rain stopped, and in fifteen minutes more the street-lights sprang on again, sending the weary, bedraggled watchers relievedly back to their homes. The next day's papers gave these matters minor mention in connexion with the general storm reports. It seems that the great lightning flash and deafening explosion which followed the Federal Hill occurrence were even more tremendous farther east, where a burst of the singular foetor was likewise noticed. The phenomenon was most marked over College Hill, where the crash awaked all the sleeping inhabitants and led to a bewildered round of speculations. Of those who were already awake only a few saw the anomalous blaze of light near the top of the hill, or noticed the inexplicable upward rush of air which almost stripped the leaves from the trees and blasted the plants in the gardens. It was agreed that the lone, sudden lightning-bolt must have struck somewhere in this neighbourhood, though no trace of its striking could afterward be found. A youth in the Tau Omega fraternity house thought he saw a grotesque and hideous mass of smoke in the air just as the preliminary flash burst, but his observation has not been verified. All of the few observers, however, agree as to the violent gust from the west and the flood of intolerable stench which preceded the belated stroke; whilst evidence concerning the momentary burned odour after the stroke is equally general. These points were discussed very carefully because of their probable connexion with the death of Robert Blake. Students in the Psi Delta house, whose upper rear windows looked into Blake's study, noticed the blurred white face at the westward window on the morning of the 9th, and wondered what was wrong with the expression. When they saw the same face in the same position that evening, they felt worried, and watched for the lights to come up in his apartment. Later they rang the bell of the darkened flat, and finally had a policeman force the door. The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Shortly afterward the coroner's physician made an examination, and despite the unbroken window reported electrical shock, or nervous tension induced by electrical discharge, as the cause of death. The hideous expression he ignored altogether, deeming it a not improbable result of the profound shock as experienced by a person of such abnormal imagination and unbalanced emotions. He deduced these latter qualities from the books, paintings, and manuscripts found in the apartment, and from the blindly scrawled entries in the diary on the desk. Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand. The entries after the failure of the lights were highly disjointed, and legible only in part. From them certain investigators have drawn conclusions differing greatly from the materialistic official verdict, but such speculations have little chance for belief among the conservative. The case of these imaginative theorists has not been helped by the action of superstitious Dr. Dexter, who threw the curious box and angled stone—an object certainly self-luminous as seen in the black windowless steeple where it was found—into the deepest channel of Narragansett Bay. Excessive imagination and neurotic unbalance on Blake's part, aggravated by knowledge of the evil bygone cult whose startling traces he had uncovered, form the dominant interpretation given those final frenzied jottings. These are the entries—or all that can be made of them. “Lights still out—must be five minutes now. Everything depends on lightning. Yaddith grant it will keep up! . . . Some influence seems beating through it. . . . Rain and thunder and wind deafen. . . . The thing is taking hold of my mind. . . . “Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other galaxies . . . Dark . . . The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light. . . . “It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be retinal impression left by flashes. Heaven grant the Italians are out with their candles if the lightning stops! “What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets. . . . “The long, winging flight through the void . . . cannot cross the universe of light . . . re-created by the thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron . . . send it through the horrible abysses of radiance. . . . “My name is Blake—Robert Harrison Blake of 620 East Knapp Street, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. . . . I am on this planet. . . . “Azathoth have mercy!—the lightning no longer flashes—horrible—I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight—light is dark and dark is light . . . those people on the hill . . . guard . . . candles and charms . . . their priests. . . . “Sense of distance gone—far is near and near is far. No light—no glass—see that steeple—that tower—window—can hear—Roderick Usher—am mad or going mad—the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower—I am it and it is I—I want to get out . . . must get out and unify the forces. . . . It knows where I am. . . . “I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odour . . . senses transfigured . . . boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way. . . . Iä . . . ngai . . . ygg. . . . “I see it—coming here—hell-wind—titan blur—black wings—Yog-Sothoth save me—the three-lobed burning eye. . . .”

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 341 (11.25.2023) Messiah of Evil, Barbarella 4K www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Messiah of Evil” Review – 0:19 “Barbarella” 4K Review – 9:42 “Scream Queen” Review –14:41 “The Wrong Door” Review – 20:05 1981 “The Hut” Review – 23:00 1981 “Man on the Brink” Review – 30:13 1981 “Mobfix Patrol” Review – 32:56 Patreon Pick “Big Trouble” Review - 37:33 Questions/ Answers/ Question of the Week - 41:30 Update - 50:12 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/LjXlw_bZrco Links Radiance Films - https://radiancefilms.us/ “Messiah of Evil” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/messiah-of-evil-special-edition-blu-ray Arrow - https://www.arrowfilms.com/ “Barbarella” 4K Arrow - https://mvdshop.com/products/barbarella-limited-edition-4k-ultra-hd Visual Vengeance - https://www.facebook.com/visualvenvideo/ “Scream Queen” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/scream-queen-visual-vengeance-collectors-edition-blu-ray “The Wrong Door” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/the-wrong-door-visual-vengeance-collectors-edition-blu-ray “The Hut” Blu-Ray - https://www.yesasia.com/us/the-hut-1980-blu-ray-korea-version/1117225359-0-0-0-en/info.html “Man on the Brink” Import - https://www.ebay.com/itm/374901729669 “Mobfix Patrol” https://www.amazon.com/Mobfix-Patrol-Shaws-Brothers-DVD/dp/B005PYXQPW “Big Trouble” Blu-Ray - https://www.amazon.com/Big-Trouble-Blu-ray-Tim-Allen/dp/B07H657X74 Update 4K 1. 2001: Space Odyssey 2. Pulp Fiction Blu-Ray 3. Blue Steel 4. Inner Senses 5. The Ilse 6. The Seventh Sign 7. Hellraiser Quartet of Sorrow 4K Chatterer Film Notes Messiah of Evil - 1973 - Willard Huyck/Gloria Katz Barbarella - 1968 - Roger Vadim Scream Queen - 2002 - Brad Sykes The Wrong Door - 1990 - James Groetsch The Hut - 1981 - Lee Doo-yong Man on the Brink - 1981 - Alex Cheung Mobfix Patrol - 1981 - Chung Wang Big Trouble - 2002 - Barry Sonnenfeld --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 341 (11.25.2023) Messiah of Evil, Barbarella 4K www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Messiah of Evil” Review – 0:19 “Barbarella” 4K Review – 9:42 “Scream Queen” Review –14:41 “The Wrong Door” Review – 20:05 1981 “The Hut” Review – 23:00 1981 “Man on the Brink” Review – 30:13 1981 “Mobfix Patrol” Review – 32:56 Patreon Pick “Big Trouble” Review - 37:33 Questions/ Answers/ Question of the Week - 41:30 Update - 50:12 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/LjXlw_bZrco Links Radiance Films - https://radiancefilms.us/ “Messiah of Evil” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/messiah-of-evil-special-edition-blu-ray Arrow - https://www.arrowfilms.com/ “Barbarella” 4K Arrow - https://mvdshop.com/products/barbarella-limited-edition-4k-ultra-hd Visual Vengeance - https://www.facebook.com/visualvenvideo/ “Scream Queen” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/scream-queen-visual-vengeance-collectors-edition-blu-ray “The Wrong Door” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/the-wrong-door-visual-vengeance-collectors-edition-blu-ray “The Hut” Blu-Ray - https://www.yesasia.com/us/the-hut-1980-blu-ray-korea-version/1117225359-0-0-0-en/info.html “Man on the Brink” Import - https://www.ebay.com/itm/374901729669 “Mobfix Patrol” https://www.amazon.com/Mobfix-Patrol-Shaws-Brothers-DVD/dp/B005PYXQPW “Big Trouble” Blu-Ray - https://www.amazon.com/Big-Trouble-Blu-ray-Tim-Allen/dp/B07H657X74 Update 4K 1. 2001: Space Odyssey 2. Pulp Fiction Blu-Ray 3. Blue Steel 4. Inner Senses 5. The Ilse 6. The Seventh Sign 7. Hellraiser Quartet of Sorrow 4K Chatterer Film Notes Messiah of Evil - 1973 - Willard Huyck/Gloria Katz Barbarella - 1968 - Roger Vadim Scream Queen - 2002 - Brad Sykes The Wrong Door - 1990 - James Groetsch The Hut - 1981 - Lee Doo-yong Man on the Brink - 1981 - Alex Cheung Mobfix Patrol - 1981 - Chung Wang Big Trouble - 2002 - Barry Sonnenfeld --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Join your host Duncan Under The Stairs discussing all things Horror on The Podcast Under the Stairs. Continuing on from what we started in October we are working our way through revisits to Fulci's Gates of Hell Trilogy. Part Two is the second entry in the trilogy, The Beyond continues the thrills and chills and is ripe for a future Arrow Video 4KUHD. The grading follows the Netflix rating style of 1 = Hated It, 2 = Didn't Like It, 3 = Liked It, 4 = Really Liked It & 5 = Loved It The Beyond: Duncan: 5 Our RSS Feed: https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter Threads.

Tom and Julie celebrate Threatsgiving 2023 with McDonald's and novelty ice cream cakes. Julie gets a Cookie Puss. Tom gets a Baskin-Robbins Turkey cake. Plus Tom and Julie brainstorm the Double Threat Cruise. And Julie does the Fry Walrus and Tom does Salvador Frylie but you can only see THAT on Patreon (link below). Also feel good clips! San Francisco TV Dog Bumpers! Anne Murray sings on a cruise! Local news coverage of National Ice Cream Day! The Wolfman and Donna! Roy the Clowning Guinea Pig! And Videodrome, Elon Musk, Phil Rizzuto in Paradise By the Dashboard Light, Jason Derulo falls down the stairs at the Met Gala, what does Mr. Met sound like, HR Giger, Julian Sands movies, there's a zebra in Brett's VCR, Schwarzenegger vs Stallone, Hustler Magazine, Tommy Lasorda, and the Dukes of Choking Hazard. CLIPS FROM THIS EPISODE: *Phil Rizzuto in Paradise By the Dashboard Light *Jason Derulo Did Not Fall Down the Stairs at the Met Gala *San Francisco TV Dog Bumpers *Anne Murray - Won't You Let Me Take You on a Sea Cruise *Gallery Furniture Commercials with The Wolfman and Donna *Roy the Clowning Guinea Pig SUPPORT DOUBLE THREAT ON PATREON Weekly Bonus Episodes, Monthly Livestreams, Video Episodes, and More! https://www.patreon.com/DoubleThreatPod WATCH VIDEO CLIPS OF DOUBLE THREAT https://www.youtube.com/@doublethreatpod JOIN THE DOUBLE THREAT FAN GROUPS *Discord https://discord.com/invite/PrcwsbuaJx *Reddit https://www.reddit.com/r/doublethreatfriends *Facebook https://www.facebook.com/groups/doublethreatfriends DOUBLE THREAT MERCH https://www.teepublic.com/stores/double-threat TOTALLY EFFED UP T-SHIRTS https://www.teepublic.com/user/dttfu SEND SUBMISSIONS TO DoubleThreatPod@gmail.com FOLLOW DOUBLE THREAT https://twitter.com/doublethreatpod https://www.instagram.com/doublethreatpod DOUBLE THREAT IS A FOREVER DOG PODCAST https://foreverdogpodcasts.com/podcasts/double-threat Theme song by Mike Krol Artwork by Michael Kupperman Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Get your tarot deck out and lets play some uno...No, wait, thats not right. Put on your leather daddy gear, grab your bayonet and let's get crazy with Mark and Rob as the duo seek riches in an old funeral home full of booby traps (heh, I said 'booby'), secret passageways and some unfortunate cellar dwelling denizens. There's much more to be uncovered in this Wes Craven fright flick. Take care not to upset "The People Under the Stairs"

Episode 312 | Without a clear vision, you can't expect to know where you're going. This may seem obvious to some, but for Rory Vaden it's a lot more than that. As a NYT bestselling author and co-founder of Brand Builders, Rory discusses the importance of self-discipline, perseverance, and having a clear vision for success. He emphasizes the power of choosing to focus on gratitude rather than worrying about what we don't have. He also highlights the significance of serving others and finding purpose in our lives. Vaden shares insights from his book, "Take the Stairs," which offers principles for achieving true success, explaining that success is not about self-actualization, but about helping others succeed. • Crucial Insights For First-Level Leaders: Develop your people into a high-performing team with these time-tested and proven insights. http://pages.franklincovey.com/crucial-insights-first-level-leaders-guide-p.html

You might try to avoid them whenever you can, opting for the lift or the escalator instead. But did you know that stairs can actually super-charge your fitness in seconds? In fact, climbing stairs has so many benefits for your health and well-being that you might want to rethink your attitude towards them.  Climbing stairs is a vigorous-intensity physical activity that increases your heart rate and oxygen consumption. This boosts your cardio-respiratory fitness, which is a measure of how well your heart and lungs can deliver oxygen to your muscles.  What else? And can stair climbing boost my mental health? In under 3 minutes, we answer your questions! To listen to the last episodes, you can click here: What is a transference in psychiatry? Does cold weather really make us sick? How to save money on your heating bill this winter? A podcast written and realised by Amber Minogue. In partnership with upday UK. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 340 (11.17.2023) Blackhat The Lost Blue Rita www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “The Lost” Review – 0:53 “Blue Rita” Review – 7:33 “Full Body Massage” Reviews –10:28 “Blackhat” 4K Review – 13:30 1981 “Phra Rot-Meri” Review – 17:25 1981 “Summer of Demon” Review – 24:39 1981 “Toukaidou Yotsuya Kaidan: The Anime” Review – 27:17 Patreon Pick “Mosquito the Rapist aka Blood Lust” Review - 29:03 Questions/ Answers/ Question of the Week - 32:41 Update - 48:00 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/kJMUfaGFGn8 Links Ronin Flix - https://roninflix.com/ The Lost Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/the-lost-special-edition-blu-ray Full Moon Entertainment - https://www.fullmoonfeatures.com/ Blue Rita Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/blue-rita-special-edition-blu-ray-dvd-blu-ray-dvd Unearthed Films - https://www.unearthedfilms.com/ Full Body Massage - https://mvdshop.com/products/full-body-massage-blu-ray Arrow Video - https://www.arrowfilms.com/ Blackhat 4K - https://mvdshop.com/products/blackhat-limited-edition-4k-ultra-hd-4k-ultra-hd Phar Rot-Meri YouTube - https://youtu.be/ZQXlPY6icBg?si=jUCCr-qJ1Qur76zo Summer of Demon IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0226121/ Toukaidou Yotsuya Kaidan: The Anime Internet Archive - https://archive.org/details/anime-yotsuya-kaidan Mondo Macarbo - https://mondomacabro.bigcartel.com/ Mosquito the Rapist aka Bloodlust Blu-Ray - https://www.amazon.com/Bloodlust-Blu-ray/dp/B07GJNR9R6 Update 4K 1. Hellraiser Quartet of Torment Film Notes The Lost - 2006 - Chris Sivertson Blue Rita - 1977 - Jesús Franco Full Body Massage - 1995 - Nicolas Roeg Blackhate - 2015 - Michael Mann Phar Rot-Meri - 1981 - Sompote Sands, Neramit Summer of Demon - 1981 - Yukio Ninagawa Toukaidou Yotsuya Kaidan: The Anime - 1981 - Yuji Hiragawa/ Takaharu Sawada Mosquito the Rapist - 1977 - Marijan Vajda --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 340 (11.17.2023) Blackhat The Lost Blue Rita www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “The Lost” Review – 0:53 “Blue Rita” Review – 7:33 “Full Body Massage” Reviews –10:28 “Blackhat” 4K Review – 13:30 1981 “Phra Rot-Meri” Review – 17:25 1981 “Summer of Demon” Review – 24:39 1981 “Toukaidou Yotsuya Kaidan: The Anime” Review – 27:17 Patreon Pick “Mosquito the Rapist aka Blood Lust” Review - 29:03 Questions/ Answers/ Question of the Week - 32:41 Update - 48:00 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/kJMUfaGFGn8 Links Ronin Flix - https://roninflix.com/ The Lost Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/the-lost-special-edition-blu-ray Full Moon Entertainment - https://www.fullmoonfeatures.com/ Blue Rita Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/blue-rita-special-edition-blu-ray-dvd-blu-ray-dvd Unearthed Films - https://www.unearthedfilms.com/ Full Body Massage - https://mvdshop.com/products/full-body-massage-blu-ray Arrow Video - https://www.arrowfilms.com/ Blackhat 4K - https://mvdshop.com/products/blackhat-limited-edition-4k-ultra-hd-4k-ultra-hd Phar Rot-Meri YouTube - https://youtu.be/ZQXlPY6icBg?si=jUCCr-qJ1Qur76zo Summer of Demon IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0226121/ Toukaidou Yotsuya Kaidan: The Anime Internet Archive - https://archive.org/details/anime-yotsuya-kaidan Mondo Macarbo - https://mondomacabro.bigcartel.com/ Mosquito the Rapist aka Bloodlust Blu-Ray - https://www.amazon.com/Bloodlust-Blu-ray/dp/B07GJNR9R6 Update 4K 1. Hellraiser Quartet of Torment Film Notes The Lost - 2006 - Chris Sivertson Blue Rita - 1977 - Jesús Franco Full Body Massage - 1995 - Nicolas Roeg Blackhate - 2015 - Michael Mann Phar Rot-Meri - 1981 - Sompote Sands, Neramit Summer of Demon - 1981 - Yukio Ninagawa Toukaidou Yotsuya Kaidan: The Anime - 1981 - Yuji Hiragawa/ Takaharu Sawada Mosquito the Rapist - 1977 - Marijan Vajda --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Two adults and a juvenile break into a house attempting to rob their landlords. They soon realize the real trick will be breaking back out. On this week's episode… Join the crew as we discuss slumlords, leather daddies, and Wes Craven's extremely entertaining, The People Under the Stairs (1991).    Show Notes: Housekeeping (2:55) Back of the Box/Recommendations (6:51) Spoiler Warning/Full Review (11:30) Rotten Tomatoes (66:24) Trivia (71:40) Cooter of the Week (77:38) What We've Been Watching (86:25) Hotline Screams (99:14)   Connect with us: Support us on Patreon Website Facebook Instagram Twitter YouTube Shop

Stepping into an elevator and pushing a button to get to the fifth floor…

Daniel Brock Johnson on risk, a T-shirt mantra, and life after the death of his friend James Foley.

Duncan put the theme of our November Monday episodes in the hands of our beloved listeners who choice, some would say wisely and others' less so, Amicus Productions. Over the next 4 Monday's we will be looking at 4 of the Amicus back catalogue with our second review The House that Dripped Blood (1971). The grading follows the Netflix rating style of 1 = Hated It, 2 = Didn't Like It, 3 = Liked It, 4 = Really Liked It & 5 = Loved It The House that Dripped Blood: Duncan: 3 Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter.

This week has all been abandoned except for the theater guys (don't worry. No theater talk. Well, until AfterShock.) We talk about social media, The Bride, K brings in the season, Hostage Negotiator tabletop game, Civilization 5, Tomb of Annihilation, Descent board game, The Blackening, Roddenberry's Spectre, The Marvels, "true" hauntings, Blade goes R, Nautilus, Minecraft sells 300 million, Death of a Unicorn, House of Stairs, The Haunted, Stephen King's The Life of Chuck, and Suicide Squad ISEKAI. So, grab your cranberry, it's time for a GeekShock!

Effy is math. Peter is cold. Get early episodes, bonus minisodes, merch discounts, Effy video blogs, puppy content and astrology readings in the Pleasure Zone: patreon.com/weekendateffys Sponsor the podcast: weekendateffys@gmail.com SEND EFFY 650 Ponce De Leon Ave Ste. 300 #2936 Atlanta, GA 30308 Book EFFY: effylives.com Wear EFFY: wrestlingis.gay Live your mid 2000's fantasy: http://tiny.cc/effytumblr - Peter and the aliens: @lowskydance etsy.com/shop/LOWSKYDANCE --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/effylives/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/effylives/support

Episode 129-  Where Do These Stairs Go? They go UP!   TWITTER (X): https://twitter.com/Signal50Podcast   GETTR: Follow Bravo Golf 592 below: https://gettr.com/user/bravogolf592   Truth Social: Follow Bravo Golf 592: https://truthsocial.com/@BravoGolf592   Truth Social: Follow Alpha Sierra 288: https://truthsocial.com/@AlphaSierra288   GETTR: Follow Alpha Sierra 288 below: https://gettr.com/user/alphasierra288   Parler Link to Signal50 Page: https://parler.com/#/user/Signal50podcast   Message Us on Telegram: https://t.me/Signal50podcast   Join our Telegram Group Channel: https://t.me/joinchat/HjXf6ZPLfWl9REdi     Watch us on RUMBLE: https://rumble.com/c/Signal50Podcast   Apple Podcast: Audio Only  https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/signal-50-podcast/id1533557486     Google Podcast: Audio Only https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkLnBvZGJlYW4uY29tL3NpZ25hbDUwcG9kY2FzdC9mZWVkLnhtbA%3D%3D     Podbean: Audio Only https://signal50podcast.podbean.com     Spotify: Audio Only https://open.spotify.com/show/6uO9fsmbEbhwfKaNYYAFYR   Signal 50 on the web:  www.signal50.com   Email Alpha Sierra 288 and Bravo Golf 592 with your comments: Sig50podcast@protonmail.com

Duncan put the theme of our November Monday episodes in the hands of our beloved listeners who choice, some would say wisely and others' less so, Amicus Productions. Over the next 4 Monday's we will be looking at 4 of the Amicus back catalogue starting with From Beyond the Grave (1974). Our RSS Feed: https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter Threads.

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 339 (11.11.2023) Lion Girl Final Exam 4K www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Lion Girl” Review – 0:21 “There's Nothing Out There” Review – 7:41 “Smoky and the Judge/ Alien Thunder” Reviews –13:54/ 15:19 “The Thing from Another World” Review – 18:20 1981 “Final Exam” Review – 25:33 1981 “Day dream” Review – 34:00 1981 “The Monster's Christmas ” Review – 37:59 Patreon Pick “Let Me Die a Woman” Review - 39:46 Questions/ Answers/ Question of the Week - 44:35 Patreon Drawing - 49:55 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/CZCyUT0Oz78 Links “Lion Girl” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/lion-girl-blu-ray Ronin Flix - https://roninflix.com/ “There's Nothing Out There” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/theres-nothing-out-there-2-disc-commemorative-edition-blu-ray Dark Force - https://darkforcesuperstore.com/ “Alien Thunder/ Smoky and the Judge” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/smokey-and-the-judge-alien-thunder-drive-in-double-feature-19-blu-ray “Final Exam” 4K - https://darkforcesuperstore.com/final-exam-1981-limited-edition-4k-uhd-blu-ray-dark-force-3/ “Day Dream” IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0223417/ “The Monster's Christmas” YouTube - https://youtu.be/Nu8SacTNbV8?si=tdj333uKv7716xZd “Doris Wishman Twilight Years” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/the-films-of-doris-wishman-the-twilight-years-agfa Lion Girl - 2023 - Kurando Mitsutake There's Nothing Out There - 1991 - Rolfe Kanefsky Smokey and the Judge - 1980 - Dan Seeger Alien Thunder - 1974 - Claude Fournier The Thing from Another World - 1951 - Christian Nyby Final Exam - 1981 - Jimmy Huston Day Dream - 1981 - Tetsuji Takechi The Monster's Christmas - 1981 - Yvonne Mackay Let Me Die a Woman - 1978 - Doris Wishman --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 339 (11.11.2023) Lion Girl Final Exam 4K www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Lion Girl” Review – 0:21 “There's Nothing Out There” Review – 7:41 “Smoky and the Judge/ Alien Thunder” Reviews –13:54/ 15:19 “The Thing from Another World” Review – 18:20 1981 “Final Exam” Review – 25:33 1981 “Day dream” Review – 34:00 1981 “The Monster's Christmas ” Review – 37:59 Patreon Pick “Let Me Die a Woman” Review - 39:46 Questions/ Answers/ Question of the Week - 44:35 Patreon Drawing - 49:55 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/CZCyUT0Oz78 Links “Lion Girl” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/lion-girl-blu-ray Ronin Flix - https://roninflix.com/ “There's Nothing Out There” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/theres-nothing-out-there-2-disc-commemorative-edition-blu-ray Dark Force - https://darkforcesuperstore.com/ “Alien Thunder/ Smoky and the Judge” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/smokey-and-the-judge-alien-thunder-drive-in-double-feature-19-blu-ray “Final Exam” 4K - https://darkforcesuperstore.com/final-exam-1981-limited-edition-4k-uhd-blu-ray-dark-force-3/ “Day Dream” IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0223417/ “The Monster's Christmas” YouTube - https://youtu.be/Nu8SacTNbV8?si=tdj333uKv7716xZd “Doris Wishman Twilight Years” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/the-films-of-doris-wishman-the-twilight-years-agfa Lion Girl - 2023 - Kurando Mitsutake There's Nothing Out There - 1991 - Rolfe Kanefsky Smokey and the Judge - 1980 - Dan Seeger Alien Thunder - 1974 - Claude Fournier The Thing from Another World - 1951 - Christian Nyby Final Exam - 1981 - Jimmy Huston Day Dream - 1981 - Tetsuji Takechi The Monster's Christmas - 1981 - Yvonne Mackay Let Me Die a Woman - 1978 - Doris Wishman --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Welcome to a special interview episode of The Podcast Under the Stairs. Duncan has the pleasure of chatting to Andrew Bowser ahead of the release of his writing and directorial feature debut of his 10 years in the making Onyx movie. For those living under a rock, be prepared to fall in love with the haphazard satanist Onyx the Fortuitous in his debut feature movie which is available on digital and on SCREAMBOX from November 14th 2023. Our RSS Feed: https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter Threads.

Kirsty and Briony are back for another dream filled episode, and reminiscing over childhood toys! Music courtesy of Epidemic Sound Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Take a look at what special guest Chipper Saam of Indie Pop Takeout is dishing out in this week's episode featuring Potential Classics #8!Look Park – You Can Come Round If You Want ToThe Legal Matters – The Legend of Walter WrightMichael Head & The Red Elastic Band – KismetThe Persian Leaps – The Company She KeepsMichael Slawter – The Queen of All She SeesYoung Guv – Good TimeRobert LaRoche – Jet BlueSarah Harmer – Take Me OutScott Gagner – Sunless SaturdayQuilt – RollerThe New Pornographers – Falling Down the Stairs of Your SmileAlex Dezen – My Whole LifePile of Love – Divisibly UpsetOnsloow – OverthinkingPleasure Center – Planning an AccidentNorman – Crystal MemoryMacseal – Lucky for SomeThe Jins – MetroThe Tisburys – When Love Knocks You DownPopular Creeps – Gone by 45Thanks for s great selection Chip!

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 338 (11.04.2023) (Arnold, Rabid Grannies, Beast from Haunted Cave) www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Beast from Haunted Cave” and “Ski Troop Attack” Reviews – 0:18/ 3:49 “Rabid Grannies” Review – 8:16 “Arnold” Review –12:58 “At Dawn They Sleep” Review – 16:55 1981 “Love with Cloud” Review – 24:29 1981 “Early Warning” Review – 31:18 1981 “Phoenix the Ninja ” Review – 34:54 Patreon Pick “Skinwalker” Review - 37:14 Questions/ Answers/ Comments - 40:07 Update - 45:34 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/dbCugJnCRfo Links Film Masters - https://www.facebook.com/FilmMastersGroup “Beast from Haunted Cave” and “Ski Troop Attack” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/beast-from-haunted-cave-1959-with-bonus-film-ski-troop-attack-1960-blu-ray Vinegar Syndrome - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/ “Rabid Grannies” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/rabid-grannies “Arnold” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/arnold “At Dawn They Sleep” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/at-dawn-they-sleep “Love with Cloud” IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt10442086/ “Early Warning” YouTube - https://youtu.be/VItItJY6Hp0?si=BJOBCDrFpDFgaxVJ “Phoenix the Ninja” YouTube - https://youtu.be/eSf-7WwtzfE?si=vbNPVdE-daGXl2h8 “Skinwalker” Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Skinwalker-Eva-Hamilton/dp/B097XP76YK Update Blu-Ray 1. Satan's Blade 2. Dementer/ Jug Face 3. Love & Death: The Films of Jörg Buttgereit (Nekromantik 1 and 2, Der Todesking, Schramm) 4. Count Yorga Collection (Count Yorga, Vampire/ The Return of Count Yorga) 5. Mars Attacks 6. Magic Crystal 7. Mark of the Devil 4K 8. Bloodsucking Freaks 4K 9. Mother's Day 4K 10. Psycho Paul's Film Festival 11. The Flesh Trilogy (The Touch of Her Flesh, The Curse of Her Flesh, The Kiss of Her Flesh) 12. Hayride Slaughter/ Halloween Horrors 13. Inn of the Damned/ Night of Fear 14. East End Hustle 4K 15. Norway 16. Final Exam 4K 17. Hard Rock Nightmare 18. Magdalena Possessed by the Devil 19. White Rush Film Notes Beast from Haunted Cave - 1959 - Monte Hellman Ski Troop Attack - 1960 - Roger Corman Rabid Grannies - 1988 - Emmanuel Kervyn Arnold - 1973 - Georg Fenady At Dawn They Sleep - 2000 - Brian Paulin Love with Cloud - 1981 - Yao Feng-Pan Early Warning - 1981 - David R. Elliott Phoenix the Ninja - 1981 - Fang Hao Skinwalker - 2021 - Robert Conway --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

KC Grifant is a Southern Californian author of horror, fantasy, science fiction, and weird west stories. She is a member of SFWA and HWA. Her debut supernatural western novel, "Melinda West: Monster Gunslinger," has received positive reviews worldwide. KC's short stories have appeared in various magazines and podcasts, and she has written for dozens of anthologies, including the Stoker-nominated "Fright Mare: Women Write Horror." https://scifiwri.com/ Katherine Hutchinson-Hayes is a freelance writer, content editor, and writing coach. She is a review board member for Inkspirations Magazine and has been published in Guideposts. Katherine is a member of several writers' associations and serves on the board of non-profit organizations www.540writerscommunity.com and www.submersion14.com. She is also an art instructor for Light for the Future. Katherine hosts the podcast Murder, Mystery & Mayhem Laced with Morality and authored a Christian Bible study for women. Her debut thriller, A Fifth of the Story, comes out on 2/27/23. www.drkatherinehayes.com Francesca Maria— writes dark fiction surrounded by cats near the Pacific Ocean. She created the Black Cat Chronicles, a true horror comic book series narrated by a mystical black cat. Her short story collection They Hide: Short Stories to Tell in the Dark from Brigid Gate Press debuted as an Amazon #1 Best Seller. Her short stories and essays can be found in various anthologies and publications, including Crystal Lake Publishing's Shallow Waters, Death's Garden Revisited, and Under the Stairs. You can find her at www.francescamaria.com Ben Monroe— has spent most of his life in Northern California, where he lives in the East Bay Area with his wife and two children. He is the author of In the Belly of the Beast and Other Tales of Cthulhu Wars, The Seething (coming in 2023 from Brigids Gate Press), the graphic novel Planet Apocalypse, and short stories in several anthologies. When not writing about slimy lake monsters, cosmic horrors, or other malevolent entities, Ben spends time with his family, reads a lot, works a perfectly normal day job, builds models of classic monsters, and enjoys hiking and running in the East Bay hills. In addition to this website, Ben puts out a newsletter every couple of months. https://www.benmonroe.com/ Mo Moshaty is a core member and producer with Nyx Horror Collective. They created 13 Minutes of Horror Film Fest for Woman-Identifying and Non-Binary creatives, partnered with The Shudder Channel for 2021-22, and created a fellowship for woman-identifying creatives over 40+ in the horror genre with Stowe Story Labs. Mo is a Black Women in Horror Class of 2023 awardee and has work in "160 Black Women in Horror" by Saulson, Moss-Dyme, and Leakes. Her debut novella, "Love the Sinner," will be released on July 5th through Brigid's Gate Press. Her following titles, Clairviolence: Tales of Tarot and Torment Volumes 1 & 2, will be released in 2024 through Spooky House Press. https://www.momoshaty.com/     --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/katherine-hutchinson-hayes/support

Happy BazOween y'all!! We might not have delivered a full month on the Exorcist franchised as originally planned this year but we couldn't let October come to a close without celebrating BazOween at least one time. Duncan & Baz catch up and review the new Netflix documentary The Devil On Trial which was….loosely….adapted into the most recent Conjuring movie (The Conjuring 3: The Devil Made Me Do It). The grading follows the Netflix rating style of 1 = Hated It, 2 = Didn't Like It, 3 = Liked It, 4 = Really Liked It & 5 = Loved It The Devil on Trial: Duncan: 3 Baz: 3.5 Our RSS Feed: https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter Threads.

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 338 (11.04.2023) (Arnold, Rabid Grannies, Beast from Haunted Cave) www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “Beast from Haunted Cave” and “Ski Troop Attack” Reviews – 0:18/ 3:49 “Rabid Grannies” Review – 8:16 “Arnold” Review –12:58 “At Dawn They Sleep” Review – 16:55 1981 “Love with Cloud” Review – 24:29 1981 “Early Warning” Review – 31:18 1981 “Phoenix the Ninja ” Review – 34:54 Patreon Pick “Skinwalker” Review - 37:14 Questions/ Answers/ Comments - 40:07 Update - 45:34 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/dbCugJnCRfo Links Film Masters - https://www.facebook.com/FilmMastersGroup “Beast from Haunted Cave” and “Ski Troop Attack” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/beast-from-haunted-cave-1959-with-bonus-film-ski-troop-attack-1960-blu-ray Vinegar Syndrome - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/ “Rabid Grannies” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/rabid-grannies “Arnold” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/arnold “At Dawn They Sleep” Blu-Ray - https://vinegarsyndrome.com/products/at-dawn-they-sleep “Love with Cloud” IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt10442086/ “Early Warning” YouTube - https://youtu.be/VItItJY6Hp0?si=BJOBCDrFpDFgaxVJ “Phoenix the Ninja” YouTube - https://youtu.be/eSf-7WwtzfE?si=vbNPVdE-daGXl2h8 “Skinwalker” Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Skinwalker-Eva-Hamilton/dp/B097XP76YK Update Blu-Ray 1. Satan's Blade 2. Dementer/ Jug Face 3. Love & Death: The Films of Jörg Buttgereit (Nekromantik 1 and 2, Der Todesking, Schramm) 4. Count Yorga Collection (Count Yorga, Vampire/ The Return of Count Yorga) 5. Mars Attacks 6. Magic Crystal 7. Mark of the Devil 4K 8. Bloodsucking Freaks 4K 9. Mother's Day 4K 10. Psycho Paul's Film Festival 11. The Flesh Trilogy (The Touch of Her Flesh, The Curse of Her Flesh, The Kiss of Her Flesh) 12. Hayride Slaughter/ Halloween Horrors 13. Inn of the Damned/ Night of Fear 14. East End Hustle 4K 15. Norway 16. Final Exam 4K 17. Hard Rock Nightmare 18. Magdalena Possessed by the Devil 19. White Rush Film Notes Beast from Haunted Cave - 1959 - Monte Hellman Ski Troop Attack - 1960 - Roger Corman Rabid Grannies - 1988 - Emmanuel Kervyn Arnold - 1973 - Georg Fenady At Dawn They Sleep - 2000 - Brian Paulin Love with Cloud - 1981 - Yao Feng-Pan Early Warning - 1981 - David R. Elliott Phoenix the Ninja - 1981 - Fang Hao Skinwalker - 2021 - Robert Conway --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

There Is No Elevator to Healing. We All Have to Take the Stairs, with Kermit Farmer. This episode is a case study in the showcasing of genuine humanity. In rural Alabama host Matt Zachary talks with a gentleman named Kermit Farmer, a genuine renaissance man of many disciplines. Kermit lost his wife Linda, an oncologist, to cancer after 19 years of marriage. He is doing extraordinary work in her name, her honor, and her spirit by supporting his local community through mission-driven community engagement. In his own words, "There is no elevator to healing. We all have to take the stairs." Find all of our network podcasts on your favorite podcast platforms and be sure to subscribe and like us. Learn more at www.healthcarenowradio.com/listen

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This week, we're finishing off Halloween Month with Wes Craven's 1991 horror comedy The People Under the Stairs! Bri and special guest Ryan Clark try to persuade Cozi to watch this bizarre film about a boy named Fool who uncovers a deep dark secret about the evil landlords running his neighborhood. Ryan brings us his reasons AND some of his own sound effects...will they make Cozi want to check out this weird and fun '90s horror flick? Recommendations: Ryan – Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven (because of stairs) Cozi – Be more of a weirdo Bri – Go to a pumpkin patch and/or corn maze Follow You Need to See This! on: Instagram Facebook X --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/youneedtoseethis/support

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The People Under the Stairs review starts at 44:15 Movie Recap: Some Wes Anderson anthology (2023) Creepshow Season 4 (2023) Super Mario Wonder (2023) Talk To Me (2023)  

Duncan is concluding a little something special for October. This is Rawhead Rex in Pieces!!! A sub-series of 18 episodes where Duncan takes the movie Rawhead Rex (1986) and breaks the movie up into 5mins reviewable segments…then he jumbles up the order in which they are released giving you a review of Rawhead Rex in…well….Pieces. Each episodes I will be joined by a special guest to chat the 5min segment they watched for the show. In this final episode we look at 45mins to 50mins of the movie and my guest host is Lacy Lou. Our RSS Feed: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss⁠⁠⁠⁠ Check out the show on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Anchor⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠TuneIn⁠⁠⁠⁠ & on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Stitcher Radio⁠⁠⁠⁠. Please leave us feedback on ⁠⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠⁠, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠.

Mrparka's Weekly Reviews and Update Week 337 (10.28.2023) (Witness 4K, Deadgirl, The Desperate Hours) www.youtube.com/mrparka https://www.instagram.com/mrparka/ https://twitter.com/mrparka00 http://www.screamingtoilet.com/dvd--blu-ray https://www.facebook.com/mrparka https://www.facebook.com/screamingpotty/ https://letterboxd.com/mrparka/ https://www.patreon.com/mrparka https://open.spotify.com/show/2oJbmHxOPfYIl92x5g6ogK https://anchor.fm/mrparka https://www.stitcher.com/show/shut-up-brandon-podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mrparkas-weekly-reviews-and-update-the-secret-top-10/id1615278571 Time Stamps 0:00 “The Desperate Hours” Review – 0:15 “Deadgirl” Review – 6:38 “Witness” 4K Review –14:10 “Pumpkinhead” 4K Review – 19:39 “Blood Rites of the Vampire” Review – 24:14 “The Abominations of Frankenstein” Review – 25:54 1981 “Violence and Flesh” Review – 29:17 1981 “Evil Stalks This House” Review - 37:56 1981 “Hotel” Review - 40:38 1981 “Island of the Evil Spirits” Review - 45:13 Patreon Pick “The Pope's Exorcist” Review - 49:28 Questions/ Answers/ Comments - 52:24 Update - 56:54 22 Shots of Moodz and Horror – https://www.22shotsofmoodzandhorror.com/ Podcast Under the Stairs – https://tputscast.com/podcast Video Version – https://youtu.be/Kv7nNELWhbk Links Arrow Video - https://www.arrowfilms.com/ “The Desperate Hours” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/the-desperate-hours-limited-edition-blu-ray Unearthed Films - https://www.unearthedfilms.com/ “Deadgirl” Blu-Ray - https://mvdshop.com/products/deadgirl-15th-anniversary-edition-blu-ray “Witness” 4K - https://mvdshop.com/products/witness-4k-ultra-hd-limited-edition-4k-ultra-hd “Pumpkinhead” 4K - https://shoutfactory.com/products/pumpkinhead-collector-s-edition “Blood Rites of the Vampire” YouTube - https://youtu.be/dnegegGFOfs?si=8CwsV0yimMpG7Myk “The Abominations of Frankenstein” YouTube - https://youtu.be/jha1D4gUoF8?si=2dAgQndZfUww6mHg “Violence and Flesh” DVD - https://mvdshop.com/products/violence-and-flesh-dvd “Evil Stalks This House” YouTube - https://youtu.be/6ug6HdEWOjo?si=v1n9hprXYRWghxPF “Hotel” YouTube - https://youtu.be/B3m4mSpJDPY?si=4Mr7rLNV2J--Hvld “Island of the Evil Spirits” IMdb - https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081995 “The Pope's Exorcist” Blu-Ray - https://www.amazon.com/Popes-Exorcist-Blu-ray-Russell-Crowe Update Blu-Ray 1. Killer Nerd Duology 2. The Blob 4K 3. Bollywood Horror Collection (Aatma / Purana Mandir / Purani Haveli / Tahkhana / Veerana / Bandh Darwaz) The Desperate Hours - 1955 - William Wyler Deadgirl - 2008 - Marcel Sarmiento/ Gadi Harel Witness - 1985 - Peter Weir Pumpkinhead- 1988 - Stan Winston Blood Rites of the Vampyr - 2020 - Sébastien Godin The Abominations of Frankenstein - 2021 - Sébastien Godin Violence and Flesh - 1981 - Alfredo Sternheim Evil Stalks This House - 1981 - Gordon Hessler Hotel - 1981 - Shyam Ramsay Island of the Evil Spirits - 1981 - Masahiro Shinoda The Pope's Exorcist- 2023 - Julius Avery --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mrparka/support

Duncan is continuing a little something special for October.  This is Rawhead Rex in Pieces!!! A sub-series of 18 episodes where Duncan takes the movie Rawhead Rex (1986) and breaks the movie up into 5mins reviewable segments…then he jumbles up the order in which they are released giving you a review of Rawhead Rex in…well….Pieces. Each episodes I will be joined by a special guest to chat the 5min segment they watched for the show. In this episode we look at 1hrs 20mins to 1hrs 25mins of the movie and my guest host is Ricky Morgan. Our RSS Feed: ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss⁠⁠⁠⁠ Check out the show on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Anchor⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠TuneIn⁠⁠⁠⁠ & on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Stitcher Radio⁠⁠⁠⁠. Please leave us feedback on ⁠⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠⁠, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠⁠⁠.

If you've got a debilitating fear that there are people living in your basement - or perhaps even in the walls of your home - have we got a movie for you! The Spooktacular rolls on with another Wes Craven classic, 1991's 'The People Under the Stairs,' a great social commentary as much as it is a spooky ride from the horror master himself. Check us out on social too @revengeofuspod!

Healthcare expert Lilly Stairs created this professional networking group for ambitious business women living with chronic conditions while prioritizing their health.   Chronic Boss Collective is the only professional networking collective for women with chronic conditions, and is launching the first local chapter in Boston MA, with online access available to women around the world.   This is not a support group- those already exist and serve their purpose, but this is a never-before-seen professional networking Collective focused on elevating and amplifying women's ambitions. Nearly 60% of adults have at least one chronic disease, and about 50 million Americans live specifically with an autoimmune disease–  80% of them being women! Additionally, people often don't think of conditions related to mental health and ADHD as chronic conditions, but they are. These women usually are forced to go through the day to day at work or running their businesses without any true acknowledgment of what they're navigating. But not anymore. The Chronic Boss Collective is the first of its kind Collective specifically aimed to create space for these women. It officially launches on Tuesday, October 24th, for people to sign up and join, with limited spots at first, and programming begins in January 2024. Local chapters are expected to open across the country after the initial one in Boston, in addition to the online programming available worldwide.   https://youtu.be/9OlhtlvhSeo

Join your host Duncan Under The Stairs discussing all things Horror on The Podcast Under the Stairs. Duncan got a chance to check out the new movie directed by Demián Rugna (Terrified). Vertigo released this title in limited theatres on 6th October 2023 ahead of it's Shudder release on Friday 27th October 2023. The grading follows the Netflix rating style of 1 = Hated It, 2 = Didn't Like It, 3 = Liked It, 4 = Really Liked It & 5 = Loved It When Evil Lurks: Duncan: 4.5 Our RSS Feed: https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter Threads.

Join your host Duncan Under The Stairs discussing all things Horror on The Podcast Under the Stairs. Duncan got a chance to check out the new movie directed by Joe Lynch (Wrong Turn 2, Mayhem). Suitable Flesh will be in UK Cinemas from 27th October via Vertigo and available on Digital Download from 27th November with a Shudder release expected in very early 2024. The grading follows the Netflix rating style of 1 = Hated It, 2 = Didn't Like It, 3 = Liked It, 4 = Really Liked It & 5 = Loved It Suitable Flesh: Duncan: 3 Our RSS Feed: https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss Check out the show on Anchor, iTunes, TuneIn & on Stitcher Radio. Please leave us feedback on iTunes, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on Facebook & Twitter Threads.

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Duncan is continuing a little something special for October.  This is Rawhead Rex in Pieces!!! A sub-series of 18 episodes where Duncan takes the movie Rawhead Rex (1986) and breaks the movie up into 5mins reviewable segments…then he jumbles up the order in which they are released giving you a review of Rawhead Rex in…well….Pieces. Each episodes I will be joined by a special guest to chat the 5min segment they watched for the show. In this episode we look at 55mins to 1hr of the movie and my guest host is … myself … that's right … Double Duncan time!! Our RSS Feed: ⁠⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss⁠⁠⁠ Check out the show on ⁠⁠⁠Anchor⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠TuneIn⁠⁠⁠ & on ⁠⁠⁠Stitcher Radio⁠⁠⁠. Please leave us feedback on ⁠⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠⁠, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠⁠.

Duncan is continuing a little something special for October.  This is Rawhead Rex in Pieces!!! A sub-series of 18 episodes where Duncan takes the movie Rawhead Rex (1986) and breaks the movie up into 5mins reviewable segments…then he jumbles up the order in which they are released giving you a review of Rawhead Rex in…well….Pieces. Each episodes I will be joined by a special guest to chat the 5min segment they watched for the show. In this episode we look at 35mins to 40mins of the movie and my guest host is Jeff Lown. Our RSS Feed: ⁠⁠https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss⁠⁠ Check out the show on ⁠⁠Anchor⁠⁠, ⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠, ⁠⁠TuneIn⁠⁠ & on ⁠⁠Stitcher Radio⁠⁠. Please leave us feedback on ⁠⁠iTunes⁠⁠, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on ⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠Twitter⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Threads⁠⁠.

Duncan is continuing a little something special for October.  This is Rawhead Rex in Pieces!!! A sub-series of 18 episodes where Duncan takes the movie Rawhead Rex (1986) and breaks the movie up into 5mins reviewable segments…then he jumbles up the order in which they are released giving you a review of Rawhead Rex in…well….Pieces. Each episodes I will be joined by a special guest to chat the 5min segment they watched for the show. In this episode we look at 30mins to 35mins of the movie and my guest host is Doug Tilley. Our RSS Feed: ⁠https://anchor.fm/s/13ba6ef0/podcast/rss⁠ Check out the show on ⁠Anchor⁠, ⁠iTunes⁠, ⁠TuneIn⁠ & on ⁠Stitcher Radio⁠. Please leave us feedback on ⁠iTunes⁠, podcastunderthestairs@gmail.com and follow us on ⁠Facebook⁠ & ⁠Twitter⁠ ⁠Threads⁠.