Album Theme: Scary String Soundtracks. Listen to Darkness And Doom, Creeping Pizzicato, Murder Hornets and Rising Evil. A hearse has pulled up outside your gate and putters, idling in the crisp winter morning haze. From behind the brown stained curtain in the back window of the car you can sense a gnarly hand beckoning you to come outside. As you move to open your front door, the phone rings and diverts your attention. As soon as you look up again, the car outside is gone. And then, something swirls its way down the garden path, into the clearing by the old birch tree. You know that everyone's away for the weekend, and you're not expecting any visitors. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate. In an attempt to carefully open the back door, two hands firmly grip you from behind and leave you in a heap on the floor. Frightened to death and all alone in this unexpected attack, SCARY STRINGS play ferociously in the background of this heart stopping thriller.
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Death Fighters
It was a mere disagreement, but he warned the family that he would fight to the death for his honor and that he would use his bare hands to settle the score if he had to. And he did, and now she's dead. Menacing hostility and impending doom.
Darkness And Doom
Down by the old quarry there's a bubbling old pit, full of strange gore and something that slowly blackens the shrubs and forest surrounding it. Folkloric mystery tells of a tale where poison ivy would hook and trip you if you came too close to the edge, plunging you into the doom of darkness, never to be seen again. Mirky dissonance, terrible stillness and incredible suspense.
Moonlit Tombstone
Rats gather in the graveyard for the evening hunt. Running along tombstones in the dappled moonlight, which is just bright enough to reveal quick glimpses of their sharp little claws and yellow teeth gnashing on scraps and garbage. Confident, enraptured and gruesomely fascinated.
Creeping Pizzicato
What's that incessant and nerve-racking noise pounding on my window? It's getting louder and drumming on my head and in my brain, like a shrapnel hail storm. And yet, it never even rains this time of year. What the hell is going on outside? Skittish, off balance and confused.
The Killer Approaches
A tall thin figure in the distance, slipping between the shadows, cunningly shifting through the twilight. All of a sudden he's right in your line of sight and his pace quickens, wielding a machete ready to strike. Terrified, malicious and violent with a real sense of urgency.
Worst Nightmare
A faint knocking on the front door, or was it the back door? Did you lock up? Why are the lights off and why is it so cold all of a sudden? Faceless creatures surround the bed and hold up a list of names, and then they vanish just as fast as they came. Bone-chilling dread, paralyzed with fear.
Killer Saw
The bandsaw in the tool shed is whirring. And that is so very odd, since I'm absolutely certain I switched it off. It's getting louder and I can see someone moving in the shadows of the moonlight. And why is the snow no longer shiny bright white, but bloody crimson red. Who the hell is in my shed and where's my wife? Heartstopping fear and tension. Trapped.
The Morgue
Thin grey light silhouettes the cold covered bodies, lined up on slabs for the forensics to reveal their cause of death. Your job is to prepare the bodies for examination and as you approach your last victim, you notice that the body has rolled over, revealing a USB port in the back of the skull. Troubled, empty and soulless.
Graveyard Chill
In the dead of night, at the local graveyard where the demons come to say their prayers, a plan is hatched to take over the morgue. Icy spells, horror and menacing intrigue.
Cello Of Death
A hearse has pulled up outside your gate and putters, idling in the crispy winter morning haze. From behind the brown stained curtain in the back window of the car you can sense a gnarly hand beckoning you to come outside. As you move to open your front door, the phone rings and diverts your attention. And as soon as you look up again, the car outside is gone. Uneasy, confused and disoriented.
Anxiety
In the old cathedral down the road, when the moon is new and the fog wraps around the lamp posts, the distant sounds of a dusty organ can be heard, churning and wailing to the sound of the terrified pastor, confined to the steeple tower. Petrified, unnerving and shyly defeated.
Murder Hornets
Is it birds, or a swarm of bees? Or can this be the dreaded new specimen of giant Asian murder hornets?! In the distance you can hear them approaching, as the sky turns darker. One of them hits your windshield with stealth precision. Through a small incision in the glass a metal proboscis is pointing directly at your third eye, etching a red hiss from a laser beam. Anxiety, sci-fi horror and unrelenting suffering.
Rising Evil
First a few, then more and more, until the horizon is overrun with the gloam of rising evil. They're coming and they won't stop until they find every last one of you. Horror, threat, goosebumps and terror.
Ghosts
Did you hear that? I know about the neighbour's cat, but this is different. It's completely still outside, and yet the trees are brushing up against my window. I could have sworn I just saw a coat tail brush past the bannister. Wretched, fearful and uneasy.
Alien Abductions
You wake from a dream, sweating and out of breath. As you try to sit up and go to the bathroom, you realize that the bed you're in is floating in space and you're surrounded by a web of tentacles. Eerie unease, brain freeze, scared and confused.
Jump Scare
Something swirls its way down the garden path, into the clearing by the old birch tree. You know that everyone's away for the weekend, and you're not expecting any visitors. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate. In an attempt to carefully open the back door, two hands firmly grip you from behind, and leave you in a heap on the floor. Uneasy, unexpected attack. Petrified with fear.
Disturbing Thoughts
Aunt Edna has always been a creature of solitude. While you watch her quietly through the opening down the corridor, you can't help but notice her endless stirring of her teacup and the twitch with which she flicks the white strands of hair, obscuring her haggard face. What goes on in her head? Does she know I'm watching her? Unnerving, bewitched and familiar. A terrible attraction.
Extraterrestrial Evidence
Blue, silver streaks of light fall through the blinds. The sky turns dark and shapes whirr and scour the horizon. Are you imagining this or is it just another weird dream? One thing's for sure: You're not alone. Intrigue, otherworldly curiosity and frightful misfortune.
Screaming Strings
You've managed to outwit one of the wraiths that lives in the attic, by hiding in the big closet in the hallway, stifling you're muffled screams. Or so it seems, until you realize one of them is in there with you. Stifled fear, silent anger and urgent respite.
Dead Harmonics
As the clock ticks and the curtains gently flap, the gruesome smell of decay slowly seeps through the rotten floorboards and reveals the truth behind the deathly evil sins hidden in the walls. Menacing, dark and morose with a real sense of dread.
Tinnitus
Superstition says a ringing in your ears means that someone is thinking about you. What if the souls that leave their bodies behind are looking for new partners and the voices in your head are calling them to relieve them of their pain. Or can it simply be that you've played in a rock 'n roll band too long? Migraine headache, heavy tension and ear splitting rage.