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Jefferson Davis Hospital, Hollywood Comes To Life (After Death)

Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. This is one such case. This is a story, (or maybe not), of a historical landmark here in my hometown of Houston, TX. I have been fascinated with the place since my teenage years. I’ve spent countless hours on the internet researching it, and even more hours crawling through the hallways and stairs exploring it. I’ve even had my own weird experiences there!I’ve taken the time to share the history of this building with you. I hope that you experience the same sweet shivers up your spine that the place still gives me when I see it today. So pull the covers up over your head as I hope you enjoy this ghost story.

To coin a phrase from the band Dangerous Toys “Man I think, really think that I think…I like being scared!”

Stay Scared! – Renfield Rasputin

 

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On your many travels through Texas, try to make a stop somewhere in Houston. A youthful city, barely over 170 years old, it is not nearly as old as the other metropolises in the state; however it has rapidly grown to become the fourth largest city in America. Fueled by the oil boom of the 70’s and 80’s, as well as mission control of NASA, and the largest medical district in the world, it is a modern global city of multiculturalism mixed into a deep southern fried batter with hints of Spanish seasoning influence. After the “War of Northern Aggression” the many bayous were expanded to better allow for water flow between Houston and nearby Galveston, thus giving Houston its nickname “the BayouCity”.

Being that Houston is a younger city, it does not have many of the old and creepy buildings that one might find in most southern cities. Most all buildings in Houston are knocked down when they get old and either a parking lot or a strip mall is built upon them. One such building is not the case however.  Perhaps with the history that haunts the old hospital, it should have been demolished, but the souls that lie buried beneath it would make their presence known one way or the other.

When Houston’s first cemetery, “Founder’s Cemetery” ran out of room for more graves, the area that the hospital now sits on was used. Simply called, “City Cemetery” Freemason’s, orphans, criminals, and Civil War Confederate veterans all made this soil their final resting place. It is estimated that over 5000 corpses have been laid to rest there, some in mass trench graves. Archeological digs conducted by the University of Houston in the area concluded that black earth graves, used at the time to bury black plague victims, were found in the area possibly date back to early 1600 English settlements.

Overtime Houston needed a hospital for the rapidly growing population. With no other land available, the cemetery grounds came to mind.

The idea to build upon the sacred ground was not without problems. The first problem was digging for the foundation where several thousand bodies were buried. Obviously digging up and relocating all of the bodies for the sake of building an indigent hospital was not an option.

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Another problem was pacifying the minds of many of Houston’s citizens that lay to rest their loved ones there. Several of the families made protests to city hall while others took actions into their own hands. One such individual was Thomas Super, a proud son of a Confederate soldier. When the construction crew arrived the morning of the ground breaking, Thomas Super was waiting for them in the graveyard with a shotgun. When reasonable talk between the supervisor and Super grew stagnant, Super chased the foreman off the ground while shooting buckshot over the worker’s head.

Eventually, an agreement came to an end with an amicable compromise. The city would get their land for the new hospital, and the families would get the tribute to their fallen family members as the hospital would be named after the President of the Confederacy, Jefferson Davis.

The hospital was completed in 1924. It was turned on the top of the hill on Elder St. to face the downtown structures. Tall red brick walls fortified the structure with magnificent Greek revival columns that welcomed the indigent patients of Houston through the front door.  The morgue which was referred to as the “basement” was in reality built above ground as not to disturb the graves.

Since its construction, the building has served as a hospital, a drug rehab, a detention home to juveniles, a psychiatric hospital, and a storage facility for the county hospital district. It was even used in the filming of Robocop 2 as the manufacturing plant for the drug “Quake”.

Many tales of the hospital have been told over the years.  Tales of ghosts, suicides, unseen voices, late night occult rituals, and ghostly lights.  Some tales were created to scare kids away, while all it did was cultivate curiosity and promote trespassing. Eventually unwanted activity lead to armed guards patrolled the grounds during the night and the nearby fire station taking guard to watch over it by day.

Trespassers, or ghost hunters as they like to call themselves, reported shadows zipping down hallways and darting into rooms at all hours of the day. The curious onlookers from the street report mysterious lights that pass by the broken out windows. An official paranormal group based out of southern Texas has reportedly captured disembodied voices on tape both threatening the listener as well as pleading for earthly help. 

Walking around the hospital today, it is easy to say that the once elegant decor has given away to time but it is still possible to find beauty in its decay. Ivy grows up the side, breaking brick foundation and pulling the gutter away from the roofline.  Antiquated hospital beds litter the hallways and outer grounds. The drywall has been kicked in and graffiti of gang names and the occasional “wuz here”, and of course the obligatory pentagrams hovering over several burnt down candles on the floor near small animal carcasses.

One will encounter the shelves in the ground level floor that served as the morgue, now only hold empty glass medicine bottles. Patient rooms on the second and third floors house sliced up mattresses, broken chairs, and antiquated medical equipment. The elevator has taken one last ride and shattered at the base of the elevator shaft. Stairways are pitch black with tripping hazards in the form of broken bottles, trash, and torn out pages from patient charts. 

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A popular ghost that still calls the abandoned hospital home is a little girl that is often seen crying in the corner of a treatment room. Many people hear her before they see her. It is said that if you follow the sound of her cries, they will lead you to the weeping child. She is usually seen in a room on the second floor in the east wing.  Reports have her dressed in a black dress with a lace white collar. Many reports that she is sitting in a corner on the floor weeping while other have her face out the window of the room while she cries her sorrow song. Of course, the child vanishes before she can be approached. No one can be sure who the child was or why she is spending her lonely eternity in such a melancholy manner.

Many of the disturbing stories that I know I originally read from medical notes that I found in a box in what appeared to once be a supply room. Judging by the blackened walls and the looks of the other boxes and folders that lay scattered, squatters had used the paper materials to keep warm and cook a meal of what looked like a rodent they had captured.

The one entry that I remember specifically details a patient named Mary Catherine and the birth of her baby. Mary Catherine was admitted to JeffDavisHospital on May 13th, 1932. The 23 year old was 37 weeks into labor and experiencing complications with pain and vaginal bleeding. The interesting part of the patient’s medical history was her multiple diagnosis of mental problems. She had seen her share of the insides of several mental wards throughout Texas and Louisiana since the age of seven. There was no father listed on the birth records of Mary Catherine’s child, so a pertinent history could not be obtained.

On that morning, Mary Catherine walked to the hospital alone. It was noted that she wore a blue dress with blood stains on the groin area, appeared pale and aloof to her surroundings. She was immediately taken to the maternity ward where she was prepped for an emergency delivery. Despite the best efforts of the doctors and nurses, Mary Catherine experienced complications and passed away shortly after the birth of the child. This was a common problem at the time so the staff expected this to occur after the substantial amount of blood that she had lost. What they did not expect was the uncanny situation surrounding the child.

Birth defects were a common complication back in the day. However the abnormal findings on this particular child were more than they had expected. The baby boy was of normal birth weight and size, with an instant cry and startle effect. What worried the staff was that the child’s physical abnormalities included feet that resembled hooves, a small digit coming from the tailbone like a tail, a full set of teeth, and finally the most disturbing feature, a pair of small lumps on the frontal forehead that resembled horns as they protruded out of the skin.

The notes continue to say that the child lived for only a short while after Mary Catherine passed, and then he followed her in death. No other notes followed explaining an autopsy of mother or child, who the bodies was released to, or where the bodies were entombed afterwards.  

Another interesting piece of the history that I found was a story on the elevator. When you stroll around the decrepit ruins of the hospital one can find the elevator located in the center of the south hall, just inside the front doors. It serviced the three stories during the entirety of the building’s history, but today the remains of what is left of the cab is resting on the basement floor of the structure. A peculiar story involving the elevator revolves around the time Jeff Davis hospital was used as a psychiatric ward, in which a nurse fell to her death in the shaft from the third floor.

Outside of the obvious tragedy of this, is the mystery that surrounds it.   The further research showed that the nurse was having an affair with a staff physician who was married. Their forbidden lust was discovered after a patient found them making love in an empty patient room. Of course they tried to patch up the incident as a misunderstanding by the deranged mental client, but that only thwarted off gossiping staff members for awhile.

When the rumors became unbound about the scandalous couple, the physician’s wife threatened to leave him and take his money and children with her. The doctor, enraged, returned to the hospital and caused a distraction by cursing at staff, punching a wall, and turning over tables in an operating room. Shortly after that the nurse was found by a patient’s family member lying lifeless at the on top of the elevator cab.

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Suspicions quickly arose that the cheating doctor was to blame. The nurse’s diary was found and details of the affair were confirmed, as well as her pregnancy at the time of her death. The journal detailed how she intended to have the baby in Austin and give it up for adoption, and how she pondered suicide if the truth about the affair ever got out. The curious part of the story was how she also feared the physician would kill her if she got pregnant by him.

The physician did not escape the controversy either. The police searched for him later that day and located him in his office, dead from an overdose of morphine. The needle was still hanging out of arm at the time they had found him.

We still do not completely understand the details surrounding nurse’s mysterious death.  Her body was found laying on her back which suggested that she was pushed to her death, but even today some historians still believe that it was a suicide.

Of course no good tragedy is without its alleged haunting. People have claimed that they see a young woman with dark hair and pale skin wearing vintage nursing clothes staring into the elevator shaft. Others say that while they have stared down the deep shaft they can feel a tug on their clothes.  When they turn around a woman matching the same description is standing behind them. Is the nurse trying to save another person from undergoing the same misfortune as her?

The physician is believed to also roam the halls the he once knew. A very angry doctor has been seen in the windows and walking the halls. He is described as middle age, dark hair, wearing striking dress clothes of the time under a white lab coat. He is known to be a more dark spirit which likes to attack visitors.

After scavenging through websites on a long afternoon, I encountered a few that spoke of documented investigations that had encounters with the physician. Apparently the hospital had been professional investigated several times by different teams. All of which returned reporting much of the same activity. Psychic mediums were brought in to attempt to make contact with the entity. Communications failed in every instance. What did happen to most all groups were flashlights going out with new batteries installed, cameras failing to capture images (one report of a lens shattering on its own), and of course the obligatory spikes on the EMF detectors. More menacing events included cold spots, pungent odors that send people gasping for air, men being pushed into walls, and woman reporting hands in intimate areas on their body. One attempt to communicate ended with a psychic being scratched through his shirt. Further examination showed a bleeding pinhole over a vein in his arm that looked very much like that of a needle stick.

On more of a real-life horror story, there have been multiple police reports documenting attacks and even one murder inside the abandoned building. The story goes that a handful of thrill seekers entered the building one night hoping to see a ghost, scare each other, and drink a few beers. The last two goals they achieved, but the only phantom they did encounter wasn’t exactly dead, but rather a living monster.

The five University of Houston students entered the hospital around 1 A.M. on a summer night in 1998, according to the survivor. Of the three girls and two males, one girl was able to escape that night and tell police investigators what happened. Long story short, the group reported hearing footsteps following them through the hospital and became frightened. When the first female disappeared, the group decided to search for her rather than leave and call the police for fear of getting in trouble for trespassing. Another group member disappeared, this time a male, and then another female. The survivor and the remaining male stumbled upon the bodies of their friends only to find their throats slit and their eyes had been stabbed out.

When the couple tried to leave the premises, they encountered a person dressed in solid black wearing a clown mask and holding a survival knife with a dark substance staining the blade. The couple ran but not before the attacker assaulted the man with the knife and killed him. The attacker was never found, however three weeks later a homeless man’s body was found floating in Buffalo Bayou close by what was thought to be his makeshift camp on the shore. In his tent police found a knife similar to a Marine’s ka-bar, a clown mask, and discharge paperwork from a local psychiatric hospital.

No teams have reported staying overnight in the hospital. Several have mentioned the possibility but all have declined due to lack of safety and security in and around the building. Other than the obvious safety hazards inside the building, the neighborhood that it presides in today is riddled full of crime.

Jefferson Davis Hospital was revamped and entered the new millennium with a facelift and a new role in Houston Housing. A private company bought the property and invested several millions in restorations to establish Elder Street Artist Lofts. The new facility gave a home to starving artists with low rate rent. But new paint cannot hide the wickedness that had seeped deep into the walls of the former hospital over the years. Soon after moving in, residents reported the same haunting voices, shadows, and apparitions as before. In 2011 the Elder Street Artist Lofts closed their doors due to a combination of funding problems and lack of residents (which one could only assume why).

At the time of this writing, a fire occurred on the third floor in the east wing of the historical landmark. That at one time was the location of the children’s psychiatric wing. Arson was naturally assumed, as many candles and occult literature were found at the scene.

Despite the difficulty to stay the night or explore, it doesn’t stop visitors from pulling up at curbside and snapping a few pictures. Some braver souls sneak past the fence and stick their heads in the door. Others are happy enough posing for pictures by the remnants of the few tombstones that still remain in front of the hospital. Whatever your level of thrill seeking may be, whenever you are passing through Houston, stop at Jeff Davis Hospital and get a look for yourself at a structure that inspires actual Hollywood haunted house movies.

Just do one thing; when you stand on the property and look in, remember that you are standing on sacred ground. The history of loved ones are buried at your feet, staring back at you through broken windows, and circling around you as you gaze into their final resting place with goose bumps on your arms and chills running up your spine. Respect the area, and remember the old epitaph that was carved into many of the early Texas settler’s headstones; for they “Were once as you are now, and you will soon be as they now are”.

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Renfield’s Best/Worst of 2013

Best Top 10 Movies of 2013

10. The Lords of Salem – Yeah that’s right Shawn…I said it.

9. MaMa – Great story, but a suck ass ending (see next list).

8. Texas Chainsaw 3D – Because Leatherface could fart on video and I’d still watch it.

7. The Purge – Because I’m looking to shoot someone in the head for any other reason than a zombie apocalypse.

6. Carrie – Because it was better than I thought it was going to be.

5. Maniac – How could you not count this?

4. Evil Dead – Get your pitchforks and fire out now, but you’ll still have to catch me. I liked it.

3. American Mary – Just because I like the concept of goth twin directors.

2. Hatchet 3 – I love to hate and hate to love Danielle Harris.

1. The Conjuring – I cannot sit in the dark with a  doll and clap anymore.

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Worst Top 10 Movies of 2013

10. Insidious 2. – Sucked.

9. World War Z – Sucked more.

8. Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters – Sucked the most

7. MaMa – Good film, good story, ending sucked.

6. Warm Bodies – Not sure if it is actually horror, but it still sucked.

5. The ABCs of Death – Suckiest suck that has ever sucked suck.

4. The ABCs of Death – Sucked more suck than a suck can suck.

3. The ABCs of Death – Sucked so much suck than a suck could suck.

2. The ABCs of Death – Sucked so much more suck than a suck could ever suck.

1. The ABCs of Death – Sucked, sucked, sucked, suck! (Recommendation – Move to Thailand for a job.)

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 Music

10.  Goliath – Butcher Babies. For the reason…have you seen them!?!

9.  Charlemagne: The Omens of Death – Christopher Lee.  That’s right; Christopher “F’n Dracula” Lee himself did a metal album! For all I care he could have burped for 60 minutes into the microphone and it still would’ve been metal enough to make this list!

8.  Straight Out of Hell – Helloween.  Not that the name alone buys them a place on this list but this power metal group has been going hard since 1984. So much better than their 2012 effort that sucked more than “The ABCs of Death”.

7. Das Seelenbrechen – Ihsahn.  Since being in Emperor Ihsahn has done nothing but gotten better. This album fits perfectly into his other collections.

6. Satyricon – Satyricon.  Mainly because, well,…he’s Satyr!

5.  Everblack – Black Dahlia Murders.  I think the title just about says it all.

4.  The Underground Resistance – Darkthrone.   Sounding more NWOBHM than punk, this is what I liked to hear from these guys.

3. Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor – Rob Zombie.  The heir to Alice Cooper’s throne returned this year with another blistering go-go dance/metal opus that is somehow a rock opera…Just no one understands how and he won’t explain it.

2.  Winter Kills – Devildriver.  Dez always pushes his limits and enjoys making other bands push their’s too. With a cover of AWOLnation’s “Sail”, this album does just that.  

 1.   The Dixie Dead – Wednesday 13.  Nothing else to say. From the cover, the song material, the production, the lyrics and the band line up, I don’t recall owning another album that I have played on repeat as much as this one.  W13

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Enough with the goddamn zombies already!

 

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No, really! Enough with the zombies! I’m really sick of the all the books and movies about crusty, rotten, nonliving creatures of the apocalypse meandering around looking to eat “BRRAAAAIIINNNSSS”. I like the classics like everyone else (Night, Dawn, Day, Return of…)and I respect Romero for everything he has done with our industry. I even like the Walking Dead, but that is debatable about being a real “zombie horror” show/comic.  But please! Stop already with the damn zombies!

We complain about how Hollyweird cannot come up with any original ideas and then we turn around and write fucking zombie apocalypse books and movies with the same plot over and over again. The bad part is, hasn’t anyone picked up on this and am I the only one that is sick of it yet? If I wanted to be surrounded by a bunch of decomposing lots, I’d dig up my Grandpa and his friends. I don’t need to be forcefed this crap.

 I’m sure the same (shallow) think-tank in Hollywood that brought us remake upon crappy remake of our favorite classics is sitting around a table in a dark smoky room thinking up the next zombie some-shit-whatever. There is probably a single light bulb hanging over the table with eight corp(se) executives sitting around the table when the main guy stands up at the end.

“So the zombie shit is doing really well. We keep making it and they keep mindlessly putting their money down and eating this shit up without thinking about it. It’s kinda like life imitating art!” (Laughs all around) “So let’s do another zombie movie. Anyone got any ideas?”

 A nervous stiff (pun intended) in the back raises his hand in the swirl of smoke that rotates around the room.

 “How about an apocalypse?” the stiff suggests.

 “How about a fucking raise for you, Anderson! That’s what I’m talking about! Now, how did this shit happen?” the “BRRAAAAIIINNNSSS” asks.

 “What if we didn’t say?” another stiff interjects, looking around the room for his approval. “I mean, it could’ve just happened.”

 “Goddamn you guys are good! Damn good! I like it. I like where this is going. Now, what do they do when they come back? I mean they’re zombies; they can’t drive around can they? Or can they?” the boss enquires.

 Confused looks overcome the room.

 “Come on people! We have something going here! Someone look this up.” the leader of “yessirs” quips while loosening his tie from the heat.

 Several of the employees whip out their phones and open their “Google” apps while others download AMC’s The Walking Dead.

 “It’s going to be a long night folks. We’re gonna be here for awhile.” The boss says before hitting the intercom button the phone beside him. “Stacey, order us some pizzas and call my wife. Tell her I’ll be late tonight. Yeah, I know. Hang on I’ll check. Anderson, you’re allergic to olives right?”

 And that folks is how your favorite zombie movie is written. Do you even want me to diagram the process of how that new up and coming horror author’s zombie survival novel was written in a Starbucks over a venti skinny decaf mocha latte with extra whip over one afternoon?

 If any of the three of you read back a few articles, I wrote about “Giving the Phantom a new mask”. I will summarize it quickly as to not lose you with the details. When trying to write the next big thing, please attempt to be original. If you do not have an original idea, then give the old idea a new twist, thus “giving the Phantom a new mask”. I’ll help you out since I see smoke coming out of your ears from the overload.

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Try this, “space zombies”, “dinosaur zombies”, “reanimated zombies coming back to life and living as real people zombies” (Think of the problematic possibilities with that one! I mean, do we really need Anna Nichole Smith back?)

 I’m going to grandfather in any book, movie, comic, etc that was made before 2010, and that in my opinion is being lenient. However if you are writing the next big zombie novel, please be damn sure that it is not a replica of something else out there and the only difference is the character’s names. If you send in your novel and want me to read it, here is a heads up – if it is about zombies, it is going to back of the line! The plot on a zombie apocalypse novel is rather thin. Here I’ll sum up the last six I’ve read…survive. Here is the plot on the last four zombie movies I’ve seen…survive. There’s not that much breathing room that you can have with this. They’re dead, you’re not, they’re hungry, you kind of are. Well, Taco Bell is open late and half of their food is raw so both the living and the dead can score. Moving on.

 Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to writing my next vampire novel. It is a love story about a lonely girl who is new in town, falls in love with a loner who happens to be a vampire. Their relationship is a struggle since he feels that he cannot give her the love she deserves since he is undead. From there the plot just kind of thins out. I’m going to sell it to “young adult” females and housewives. (I can hear the cash register ringing now!)

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Renfield’s Top 10 Scariest Horror Movie Moments

Dear Bloodshot Betties and Felonious Fellows,

Since this Halloween AMC, Chiller, and SYFY insist on showing shitty movies like “Leprechaun in the Hood” and “Jack Frost” to celebrate Halloween, I feel it necessary to revamp(ire) things and remind myself why this is my favorite time of year. So sit back with your favorite cup of blood and throw another dog…uh, I mean, log on the fire and join with me as I count down my top 10 favorite scariest moments in movie history that eventually led me to the deliciously decadent state of morbid that I exist in today.

I shall base my opinions on three things. 1. Did it change one’s behavior? 2. Did it give nightmares? 3. Did it cause a psychological reaction such as sweating, anxiety, rapid pulse or repulsion?

10. Gage’s gag order “Pet Sematary” Something is wrong with this little kid (other than the fact that he is dead). When a toddler that is small enough to hide under the bed is carrying around a scalpel breaks into your home, don’t fucking wear house shoes! In the worst creepy voice, he even tried to Louis “Come play with me daddy! First I played with Jud, and then I played with mommy. We had an awful good time. Now I want to play wiff yewww” (Insert chills running up and down my spine here).

9. Nutso Nanny “The Omen”  I have known some crazy chicks that will do anything for their man, but the nanny in the Omen takes the cake. The scene is set up as this lavish birthday celebration for Damien complete with pony rides and clowns. What could go wrong? Then, there she is…“Look at me Damien. It’s all for you!” she confesses just before taking a swan dive off the roof of the mansion with a noose around her neck. That’s DEADication!

8. Old lady boobies vs. creepy twins “The Shining” I’m tossed. When a naked chick gets out of the tub and seductively walks to me and embraces me in a kiss but morphs into something about the age of the Plymouth rock… would that screw me up more than bloody identical twins whispering “Come play with us”. Either way, I’m not that hard up for sex or friends.

7. The reveal “Phantom of the Opera” By today’s standards, this scene is moderately tame, but at the time the horrendous face that was exposed when Christine pulls of Erik’s mask sent people into fainting spells.  “The Man of 1000 Faces” Lon Chaney did his own make up for Universal Pictures first true horror film. Using black makeup to enlarge his nostrils and to give his eyes a hollow skull-like appearance; he pulled his nose up with fine wire to deform his face. Gene Simmons admitted to Rue Morgue magazine that a still frame image of Lon Chaney from this film was the inspiration to his “Demon” stage make up.

6. Ralphie Glick’s Return “Salem’s Lot” I did not sleep by the window for three months, and I had fucking nightmares (no really, I did) that Ralphie was levitating up to my window of my already creepy make shift bedroom in my mother’s apartment. Closing the blinds and moving crap into the window sill didn’t alleviate the problem either. Seriously, dead kids need to stay dead and not ask to come back to borrow my GI JOEs. This is bullshit! I had to start sleeping under my bed. I figured if Ralphie couldn’t see me, he would just go away. I still believe this today at work with my coworkers.

5. Chrisse Watkin’s swim “Jaws” – I’m not sure this falls into the horror section but this is my article and I’m going to count it because it made me not want to go swimming for two summers. We all knew that predators lived in the ocean, but when you are six and the deep end of the pool is 12 feet deep, it might as well have been the ocean and the sharks were going to get into the pool. Hey that would’ve made a great sequel!

4. Pizza cutter daughter “Don’t Go to Sleep” This made for television movie kicked my ass when I was six. Why in the hell would any parent stick their kid in front of the TV and say “Here, watch this.”  That little bitch Jennifer (who happen to be about my age at the time I saw this) runs a pizza cutter up the wall as she climbs the stairs to kill her parents. Now I freak out today every time I go to Chuck E Cheese. FML

3. Hitchhiker Hijinks “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” Being from Texas one thing you are taught at an early age is never, Never, NEVER pick up a fucking hitchhiker. This scene may be the very reason why. Edwin Neal who played the crazed hitchhiker who later turns out to be Leatherface’s brother states that based inspiration for the kook on a crazy relative of his. (And you thought your family was bad). I was already screaming at my TV to “Throw the fucker out!” of the speeding van when he started taking random pictures of everyone. But when he gets upset and opens a knife to cut himself and Franklin…fuck it; I’ll throw myself out the van. He can have it.

2. The shower scene “Psycho” – This scene to me does not scare me, but artistically, I can see what it has done for horror film kill scenes. Remember that this had never been seen before.  This is the mother that started it all. So much thought went into the scene from getting the reaction right to how viscous the “chocolate” blood was as it mixed with the water as it went down the drain. This scene screwed up a whole generation of movie goers as to not ever taking a shower again. Lesson to be learned here…take a bath with someone else. (It is the definition of “good clean fun”).

1. Regan meets Father Karras “The Exorcist” – Seriously, if you say that The Exorcist did not scare you, then I say you’re a liar! I’ve seen this movie countless times in every version released and I still freak myself every time. Regan scared the shit (or piss in her case) out of the best of us and continues to do so today. Being released in the middle of the “satanic panic” in 1973, the film used squealing pigs in the background noise, and realistic responses of fear and disgust. The actors were not told what to expect in the scenes such as the director slapping them on camera, random gunshots on set to get a reaction, and the director telling Jason Miller “Don’t worry, the pea soup will only hit your chest” to capture his disgusted look.  There is a story that one viewer fainted from anxiety in the movie theater and fell out of his seat, fracturing his jaw on the chair in front of him. He sued the theater and Warner Bro and won an undisclosed amount.  That wouldn’t go over too well today with court reform. However it does go to show that a movie that is not about blood and guts can be frightening for years after the release.

If you didn’t see the one scene from your favorite slasher flick from the Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Scream, or Halloween series…stop and ask yourself why. There might be a reason for that. Chances are they were either inspired by the movies above, or I was desensitized by then by the movies above. Nothing against them, I was raised on them too. But I highly recommend that you stop and ask yourself why you find certain things scary. The answers might…scare you!

Rest in Pieces,

Renfield Rasputin

Renfield Rasputin prefers the pine box to cremation, and Godzilla to King Kong.

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“Whose responsibility is it?” Or, Little Johnny’s teacher called today.

Greetings my ghoulie gagballs,

As of the tragic current events lately I would like to address a situation that has been brought to my attention since my early adult years. Who should have the right to regulate the films, books, and music we enjoy and to what degree if any? This article is not intended to take a side, but rather to get you thinking of who is responsible for the corruption of younger minds.  (Please read the last part of that last sentence with as much cynicism as your voice can muster.)

I was brought up in a religious household (hold your applause) where you got in line with all the public and followed what was the popular decision of the day. I heard many a lecture on how what I was watching was inappropriate (I think it was often some slasher flick, but Tales from the Crypt was okay, boy was I confused) and that it was the duty of the schools to teach what was appropriate for children to watch. Now mind you that as a young teen I knew right then that there was no way the school could police what I was watching in my room but there was no reasoning with this one Uncle. He was always right and even when he was wrong he was right. I didn’t think it was anyone’s business of whether I was watching Star Wars or Star Whores (I was more than likely watching the latter). But his rationale was “The parents aren’t going to do it so we have to have the school teach it.”  Really?  Okay maybe in some households, but not mine. We’ll talk more about this later. This reminded me of a quote from someone who has been accused of destroying the minds of youth more than anyone else in the last decade, Marilyn Manson.  “Is adult entertainment killing our children, or is killing our children entertaining our adults?” Think about it.

I have known writers and musicians who let their younger family members “enjoy” their work. Mind you that these are rather graphic works that were expressed and not cerebral pieces that would fly above the radar of a youth’s mental capacity (think Friday the 13th vs. Session 9). I would not allow my daughters to read some of the crap that I’ve shitten, uh, written until we’ve had the talk about reality and fantasy and they could express full comprehension of the difference.  Now if these individuals want to share certain pieces with their kids, that is their business but they shouldn’t complain when their kids have nightmares, teachers call home about the picture that little Billy drew in art class, when the child chops up the family cat, pulls a knife on Grandma, or shoots up the school. Please bear in mind that this is not what happens to every kid who watches horror movies, me and most likely, you dear reader being included, but maybe the ones that should not have been watching them unsupervised in the first place!

“This is the culture you are raising you kids in. Don’t be surprised if it blows up in your face.” – Marilyn Manson

I believe that every artist must police their own work. Not by content, but rather by where they choose to display and distribute their art. When I was starting out early and looking for a place to publish my writings, I came across a very popular horror site that catered to amateur writers of the genre. I had the perfect story that walked the line of reality and fiction about an actual abandoned haunted hospital here in Houston. It wasn’t drench with profanity, sexuality, or drugs but it was mentally disturbing for some of the true (and some of the not so true) stories that I divulged in the tale. Now this site would have been a dream to get published on! It had high traffic, more experienced writers would come in a critique your work, and much like a rating scale the readers could vote on their favorites. However I started to notice that there was a lot of “Please read before submitting” statements from page to page. After I read several I noticed that the site’s most popular fan base was from eighth grade to eleventh grade. “What the Hell!?!” There was no way in Hell that I was going to submit a story to them knowing that now.  Young readers may enjoy the story and end up exploring some of my more graphic work. I don’t write for young readers so I didn’t want that for my kids nor would I for someone else’s.  I have a very bad potty mouth and I really have to try to not let shit…uh, stuff fall out. Also, some parts of the story probably should have been tamed down for the readers that would frequent this site and I didn’t want to dilute my story to allow that. Also, a young reader is impressionable and in the story I gave specifics about the location of the hospital. I did not want to encourage anyone to explore this dangerous location. (No youngster would admit to their parents that they were going here and no parent in their right mind would let their kids venture off here).  Finally, what was I going to be to say? That I scared an eighth grader? Big fucking deal! I thought it best to completely forgo this offer to publish my story. As an artist, I did not want to dilute my work just to have it published and I felt a sense of responsibility to place the content of this story in a place that was more focused on a more mature audience. It was best that I stick to my guns and go another path.

Again, I must reiterate that I’m not promoting censorship however I am promoting healthy discretion. I feel that artist have the right to produce art as their hearts desire however some is not appropriate to hang in the hallway of the local elementary school. No parent I know keeps their big breast porn DVD collection (I just randomly choose that genre off the top of my head…okay, no I didn’t) next to their kids Sponge Bob DVD collection.  Sure, if a child wants to get their hands on it bad enough, they will. However there is no need to make it easier for someone that is not in the target audience to achieve it. Responsible discretion protects the artist from the onslaught of “protection groups” who as we all know have only one agenda and it usually is not for the best interest of what they say it is. On the other hand, the artist has the right to make and release their work unabridged without having to censor it. If you don’t like what you see, look the other way, but don’t parade mature content around the kindergarten.  After all, it is kind of reminds me of the title of that old movie, “ChildrenShouldn’t Play with Dead Things”.

 

Until next time, rest in pieces.

Renfield Rasputin

Renfield Rasputin is desired by Kat Dennings in the worst way. (This is also the only way she could desire him).