I have been thinking about The Babadook a lot lately...predominately because I have to go into the bowels of the fucking earth to get my bike, and down in the cellar its dark as shit. For reasons unbeknown, I've started to think he's going to turn up at the end of the corridor when I… Continue reading Dress Me In Horror : Part IV
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 