I try to keep politics out of this account. Sometimes, I slip up, but usually, I manage to delete those posts and put them over on my other, much older account. I don't Follow Back those accounts who seem to be extremely political, because I don't want to be tempted into slipping up and making political posts here on this account. I hope everybody understands. I'm trying to keep this as my refuge away from politics. 😉

Christopher Lee. Gary Oldman was a ponce

Saturday night on MeTV-the plot is in runes- when Dana Andrews heads to England to debunk a supernatural theory- only to find it is dangerously real-and he’s cursed to be the victim of a frightening demon!”Curse of the Demon”! A real chiller- 8 pm eastern/pacific,7 central time!

Anthony Stewart Head brought Rupert Giles to life with a rare mix of intellect, quiet humor, and steady compassion. The kind of presence that made monsters feel manageable and growing up feel a little less alone. Rest in peace 🖤 #RIP

Oh man, saddened to here of Anthony Stewart Head passing away. RIP. 🙏😔

"It turns out that pets also have last wills before they die, but only known to vets who put old and sick animals to sleep." Twitter user Jesse Dietrich asked a vet what the hardest part of his job was. The specialist replied without hesitation that the hardest thing for him was seeing how old or sick animals look for their owners before they fall asleep. The fact is 90% of owners don't want to be in a room with a dying animal. People leave so they don't see their animals leave. But they don't realize it's in these last moments of life that their animal needs them the most. Vets are asking owners to stay close to animals until the end. "It is inevitable that they die before you. Remember that you were the center of their lives. Maybe they were just a part of you. But they are also your family. Even if it's hard, don't give up on them. Don't let them die in a room with a stranger in a place they don't like. It's very painful for vets to see how pets can't find their owner in the last minutes of their lives. They don't understand why their master left them. After all, they needed the consolation of their master. Veterinarians do their best to make animals not so scared, but they are totally strangers to them. Don't be a coward because it's too painful for you. Think about the animal. Endure that pain for them. Be with them until the end.💞🙏

This has to be the greatest amount of shots from a six shot revolver without reloading. 🤣 ~90 shots fired. Tricky Dicks (1953) youtu.be/O3Cy0r3Rwck?si=c9tp…

A couple days ago I went to Wendy's and I got a Spicy Chicken Sandwich. When I got home, I discovered that it had sour pickle slices on it, about a half a dozen sour pickle slices on it. 😝. I used to get this all the time and it never had pickles on it. When did @Wendys start doing this?!? 😝😝😝!!!! Sour pickle slices have no business being on a Spicy Chicken Sandwich.

Good evening, friends, and welcome back to The Late Late Horror Show. Tonight, we're slowing things down with a special four-hour nightly wind down featuring the smooth adventures of Richard Diamond, Private Detective. The lights are low, the city streets are wet with rain, and somewhere in the distance a lonely saxophone is playing beneath a flickering streetlamp. This isn't a marathon meant to keep you on the edge of your seat. It's a journey into a quieter world of mystery, late-night conversations, clever detectives, and stories that drift by like headlights passing through your bedroom window. We'll be keeping the screen black tonight, giving your eyes a chance to rest while the stories do all the work. Whether you're settling into bed, relaxing after a long day, or simply looking for a little company in the small hours of the morning, you've found the right place. So fluff your pillow, pull up a blanket, close your eyes if you'd like, and let Richard Diamond take it from here. For the next four hours, the city never sleeps... but hopefully, you will. Enjoy the show: youtu.be/FAQN5tRHU5o?si=gpdg… #otr #oldtimeradio #oldtimeradioshows #detective

Nostalgic memes spread misleading messages, like: “Once, families could own a home & send their kids to college on one income.” But the homes were smaller. Most kids didn’t go to college. The memes ignore facts. We give them to you:

The rain began at exactly 11:11 p.m. Not a storm. Not a drizzle. Just a steady black curtain falling over the old Italian villa perched on the cliffs above the sea. Elena Moretti arrived shortly before midnight. The invitation had come without a signature. Just a crimson envelope containing a single black feather and a note: "Come alone. The dead wish to speak." Most people would have burned it. Elena packed a suitcase. The villa belonged to a famous painter who had vanished ten years earlier. His name was Luca Vannetti. His final masterpiece had never been found. Neither had his body. The locals whispered strange things. They said a faceless woman wandered the halls after dark. They said music drifted through locked rooms. They said mirrors sometimes reflected people who weren't there. Elena laughed at ghost stories. At least she did until she entered the villa. The grandfather clock had stopped at 11:11. Every clock in the house had stopped at 11:11. Every painting featured the same figure. A woman wearing a porcelain mask. Watching. Waiting. The first night she heard footsteps. Slow. Measured. Above her room. But there was no second floor. The next morning she discovered a black leather glove on her pillow. Only one glove. The left hand. That evening she found another note. "YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE COME." The handwriting looked familiar. Disturbingly familiar. Then the killings began. A collector staying at the villa was discovered in the wine cellar. A musician was found floating face down in the fountain. Each victim had a black feather placed over one eye. Each room had been locked from the inside. Each death impossible. Panic spread. Guests accused one another. Nobody could leave. The mountain road had collapsed during the storm. Then Elena noticed something. Every victim had attended an art exhibition ten years earlier. The final exhibition of Luca Vannetti. The painter who disappeared. The painter everyone believed dead. One by one she pieced together the puzzle. The guests had stolen his final masterpiece. Cut it apart. Sold it piece by piece. Destroyed his life's work. The killings were revenge. But by whom? On the third night Elena discovered a hidden studio behind a brick wall. Dust covered everything. Except one canvas. A massive unfinished painting. The masked woman. Only now Elena recognized the face beneath the mask. Her own. Suddenly a voice echoed behind her. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She turned. A figure stood in the darkness. Black gloves. Black coat. Porcelain mask. The killer. The masked figure removed the mask. Elena froze. The face staring back at her was her own. Exactly her own. Same eyes. Same smile. Same scar on her cheek. Impossible. Then the truth emerged. Elena had a twin sister. A sister erased from family records after a childhood tragedy. A sister obsessed with Luca Vannetti. A sister who believed the stolen painting contained pieces of the soul. The murders had been committed by her forgotten twin. One victim for each piece of the painting destroyed. Justice through madness. At dawn the police arrived. The killer vanished into the sea cliffs. No body was ever recovered. Months later Elena returned home. Life slowly returned to normal. Then one evening she developed an old photograph. One taken in the villa. She stared at the image. Her blood turned cold. She had been alone when the picture was taken. Yet standing behind her... Barely visible... Was not her twin. It was Luca Vannetti. The painter. Smiling. Exactly as he appeared in photographs from ten years earlier. Not aged a day. On the back of the photograph, written in wet black ink, were six words: "The masterpiece is finally complete." No one ever discovered who wrote them. And Elena never entered another room with a mirror. 🌙📻 AND NOW... Tonight, lock the doors. Check the windows. And if you hear footsteps in the hallway... Don't answer. Because The Late Late Horror Show proudly presents... 12 HOURS OF SPOOKY STORIES! Ghosts that whisper from forgotten rooms. Strange travelers who arrive after midnight. Haunted houses hiding impossible secrets. Cursed objects. Vanished people. Shadowy figures watching from the edge of the light. And tales so strange you'll wonder if they were dreams... Or warnings. For the next twelve hours, journey into a world where reality bends, nightmares breathe, and every creaking floorboard may be hiding something waiting in the dark. So dim the lights. Turn up the volume. And remember... Not every story ends when it's over. 12 HOURS OF SPOOKY STORIES — ON THE LATE LATE HORROR SHOW. "Some doors should never be opened... and some stories should never be heard alone." youtube.com/live/qUpQAAUIvAs… #otr #oldtimeradio #oldtimeradioshows #spookystories #spooky #scary

Watch the trailer for Hammer's upcoming 4K restoration of HORROR OF DRACULA. "For the first time outside of Japan's original '58 theatrical release, footage believed lost for over six decades has been meticulously restored. This footage has never been released in the UK or US."

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It’s got be this classic. 48 hrs

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