Don't Touch the Worm.

I often dream of living in some small, far away land where the wind in the trees whisper horrid things and the gloom never leaves. I would eat my kidney and appendage pie and drink wolf's bane tea all night long. Go for midnight rides in my horse carriage hearse and spread nightmares to all the sleeping saps about town. Perhaps that will be my next vacation.

Miss Violet Strychnine here to bury your bodies in unmarked graves. Tonight's film is a squirmy one indeed. The 1988 folk scare The Lair of the White Worm which was loosely based on the book of the same name by Bram Stoker. A Scottish archaeologist finds a giant snake skull in the ground. There is a legend about a giant worm/snake terrorizing these parts long ago but was chopped in half and thought to be dead. Snake cults, sexy ladies in leather, and devil spit make this film a winner. Why I can't I have my very own giant evil worm? I never get what I want.

That's it for tonight my wicked little wraiths. Only 20 more days until Halloween. xoxo