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Vibration – New Paranormal Indie Horror Movie Release

From our friends at Not For Prophet Productions comes a new indie horror release “Vibration.”

Not For Prophet Productions has completed production of the feature horror film “Vibration”. Written and directed by Shawn Garrity, the film’s trailer debuted at NE Comic Con in December and is now being submitted to film festivals and distributors in North America.

The film follows 16-year old Alexis (Abby Dawson), who, in an effort to communicate with her dead mother Sariel (Rachel Gordon), accidentally summons a demon named Bizugel (Adam Laframboise, aka Nightfall) who tries to steal her soul.

Vibration Indie paranormal horror Movie poster
Vibration Horror Movie Poster

Laframboise is known for his work on A Night at the Silent Movie Theater (2012), Hotel Secrets & Legends (2014) and Booth (2005). The film also features special effects makeup by Scott C. Miller, known for his work on The Man Who Killed Hiter and then Bigfoot (2018), Uncanny Harbor (2020), Aster and Sidney (2016) and Blood Highway (2017).

Vibration was shot in Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts in 2018 and features an exclusively New England based cast and crew. In addition to being locally sourced, the film’s soundtrack was composed by Phil Martelly and Shawn Garrity. Martelly and Garrity own 4 School of Rock music school franchises, 3 of which are located in Massachusetts. They tapped into the school’s student body for talent and cast Abby Dawson as the film’s lead. Dawson has been a student at the Seekonk, MA School of Rock franchise location since 2016. The school’s in-house recording studio was also used to record the film’s soundtrack.

Producers Johnny C, Julie E. Martelly, and Joe Nasta worked together on previous projects including the web series “VulGarrity: The Series” and the music video for “Karma’s Got A Gun” by VulGarrity, which stars Charlotte Watts, granddaughter of Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts.

ABOUT NOT FOR PROPHET PRODUCTIONS

Not For Prophet Productions was founded in 2018 for the purpose of producing and releasing the feature film “Vibration”. For more information, go to https://www.vibrationmovieofficial.com/

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Vintage – Book Recommendation

Puzzle Box Horror Book Recommendation – Vintage by Steve Berman.

SYNOPSIS: On a chilly, autumn night, on a lonely New Jersey highway, a teenager meets the boy of his dreams dressed in vintage clothing. When the boy vanishes, the teenager discovers he’s encountered the local legend, the ghost of a young man who died four decades earlier and has haunted that stretch of road ever since. Curious and smitten, the next evening the teen returns with his best friend. So begins an unusual story of boy-meets-ghost complete with Ouija boards, hours spent in cemeteries, scares and macabre humor. This new edition of the book, to celebrate its thirteenth anniversary, features a new introduction by New York Times best-selling author Holly Black.

Author Steve Berman

Writer of: Fantastical fiction, eerie stories, queer tales
​Almost an Andre Norton Award Winner
Not quite a Shirley Jackson Award Winner
​Actually a Lambda Literary Award Winner!

Vintage is Steve Berman’s first novel and the reviews speak for themselves.

Richard Bowes:

“Steve Berman’s first novel Vintage is a skillful brew of Goth fashion, gay teen alienation, a sexually predatory ghost from the legendary past and an improvised exorcism into which the author has blended a surprisingly sweet coming-of-age love story.”

Holly Black:

“A witty, shuddersome, and extraordinary book that haunts as it charms.”

Ben Long:

I really love the set up of this story! It has many classic coming-of-age tropes, but it revisits them with a queer ghost story twist. Our narrator is a shy, quiet teen who works at a vintage clothing store and has yet to experience a romantic relationship. One night while walking home he chances upon the ghost of a young man, and a supernatural bond is formed. He’s falling in love, but the ghost may have more sinister motivations…

Go here to read the full review!

Vintage by Steve Berman is available now from Lethe Press.

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When the Bandage Man Finds You

welcome to Cannon Beach sign

The sky was drowning the Oregon Coast during the summer in 1932, that Monday–August 4th–had brought two unexpected inches and it looked as if they were going to get at least that many more before nightfall. Harvey glanced up at the dark and angry storm-clouds overhead, his dirty rain-streaked face bore an unfortunately stern look. Harvey paired up with Jack, both men were large and burly and their capabilities with the equipment had never failed them before. They had a few special jobs to take care of in Section 8 and one of them to take down a particularly massive pine. Their hands were both slick with sweat, rain, and grease; halfway through the trunk, their saw bucked suddenly as it hit a knot. Harvey’s glove slid clean off as he scrambled to control the blade at which point he lost his footing. The saw raked him hard against his left cheek and then his torso–then–everything went black.

His eyes were coated thickly with dried blood as he made an attempt to open them, he barely registered the paramedics looking down at him as they bounced along the wet roads of the old coastal highway. Half-way to blacking out again, Harvey heard a loud thud, then darkness overtook them all as the ambulance was swept off the highway in a mudslide. The rescue crews came around the next day when they could finally reach those who had not made it back the night before–they uncovered the lifeless bodies of the driver and paramedics, but Harvey’s body was never recovered. In an official capacity he was reported as a missing person, but presumed dead from all of the injuries he had sustained.


It wasn’t the best night to be on an unfamiliar highway, the patches of fog which only seemed to break for torrential downpour. The onslaught of rain smacked heavily against the windshield suddenly which disturbed Lee out of her uneasy sleep. Her eyes were wide and dark as she searched the gloomy scenery from the passenger seat as if to figure out where they were.

“Hey, you okay?” Mason, Lee’s boyfriend, gave her a sideways glance and a playful jostle to her knee.

“Huh? Oh,” she blinked and swallowed as if that would help clear the fog in her mind. “Yeah, just got a bit startled is all,” the rain was drowning out the sound of the weather forecast and it proved impossible to hear over the extra static on the radio. All she could see out of her water-streaked window were the outlines of trees made possible by the dingy high beams of their old shaky single-cab. “Where are we anyway?”

“Well I think we’ll be coming up on highway 26 in a little while, so according to GPS we’re just outside of Cannon Beach?” Mason didn’t sound sure, but with a quick look at the phone on his dashboard showed him that he was way off course. “Wait… that’s not right. Let me just pull off the highway real quick…”

Headlights in the fog
Photography by Will Swann

Mason saw a side road that led off the narrow highway and realized too late that it wasn’t well maintained as the truck listed hard to the side into a pothole. The two of them heard a loud pop just as they went careening towards the trees. He stomped so hard on the brakes he was surprised he didn’t break the pedal—but it only took the couple a moment to realize how close they had just come to serious injury. The two looked at each other breathlessly before they both burst into that uncontrollable and slightly inappropriate happy-to-be-alive laughter. Lee hung her head in her hands and her laughter turned into a groan.

“Of course, this is what happens on our first road trip together,” she pulled out her phone to call roadside assistance and Mason grabbed a flashlight then hopped out of the driver’s seat to check how much damage there was. From Lee’s perspective, it looked as if Mason was just shaking his head in disbelief, while the rain soaked him down to the bone.

“Did they say how long it would be for a tow?” Her waterlogged beau climbed back into the cab after a while, clicked the flashlight off and sighed.

“Well, there’s a problem, since we don’t know what road we’re on, all I could tell them is that we were on our way into Cannon Beach when our GPS started acting up and we pulled off—I’m not sure how much they heard, I had to repeat the policy number four or five times because the reception here is terrible. I don’t think anyone is going to be able to find us for a while,”

Mason cursed under his breath, “did you bring the blankets up here at the last rest stop we made?” Lee nodded and pulled her part of the seat forward to pull them out of where they had been stashed. Mason was already shaking from the chill that ran through his body as he pulled off his wet shirt and pants in an attempt to dry off with one of the blankets.

“I don’t like it here Mason,” Lee’s voice trembled a bit, her knuckles whitened from the vice-like grip she had on the second blanket. “It feels like we’re being watched.”

“Baby, we’ll be alright, we’re right outside of a town, if it weren’t raining we could probably walk—”

“—I am NOT walking anywhere! That’s the kind of thing that gets you killed in horror movies,” she huffed and Mason reached over to push her thick dark hair out of her eyes, an unyielding expression had overcome her.

“Come here, you whiner,” Mason smiled and pulled her over to him, “we’ll be alright, we’re not walking anywhere. We’ll have to stay here until morning though if the tow truck isn’t able to find us.” Lee’s lips returned to their pout and she leaned into him, “In fact, I think this is pretty great—it almost feels like we’re going parking,” Mason laughed, a devilish grin spread wide across his face and he snuck a kiss from her.

“You’re terrible,” she teased between his kisses before they finally lost all words and the sensual, playful kisses turned into clumsy, feverish fumbles—reminiscent of their teenage years. Lee pulled the second blanket around them as the windows began to fog up; the rush from their accident and subsequent stranding had turned into an insatiable lust for one another. Mason had Lee’s shirt halfway unbuttoned when they both felt it—the whole bed of the truck leaned heavily to one side and then bounced back.

“What the—” they both sat up to look out into the bed of the truck, “can’t see anything,” Lee used her sleeve to wipe the foggy window clean and immediately screamed in terror. There were red luminescent eyes looking back at her through the window, through a strange mask—no, not a mask, they were bandages. Mason fumbled with the flashlight to see what she had seen, but by the time he shone the flashlight through the back window there wasn’t anything to see. Whatever it was, Lee was inconsolable and babbling about red eyes.

Screaming in the dark

“Lee!” He shook her, “LEE! Listen to me! What did you see?”

“Mummy,” she squeaked out between sobs, “red eyes,” it was like her throat closed after that and she couldn’t find words to explain—the truck shifted again, the front end of the car sunk slowly down and they could hear the metal bending under something heavy. Mason tried to shine the light through the windshield, but the heat inside of the cab made the windows impossibly opaque. He had never had a reason to not believe what Lee said, but he didn’t know how to process her claims. Before he could even reach up to the windshield to wipe it off, someone—or something—began pounding on the windshield and roof of the truck.

“We’ll be okay,” his voice was soft, “we’ll be okay,” his voice got lower, “we’ll be okay.” Mason began to choke as a stomach-turning stench wafted in through the vents—it was the unmistakable smell of rotting flesh—the pounding continued for a few minutes and Mason held Lee protectively, she whimpered and ducked her head into his arms. It sounded like whatever was banging on the truck had moved back to the bed and Lee jumped at the sound of when it began beating the glass of the back window. Then it all stopped, but Lee couldn’t bring herself to look up.

The glass behind Mason’s head shattered as a bloodied and bandaged hand smashed through and grabbed him by the hair. Screams erupted from both of them and Mason attempted to beat away the bandaged arm with the flashlight he still had in his hand. Lee scrambled backward; blood-curdling screams propelled her through the door after she fumbled for the handle. Her body fell like a ragdoll out of the cab of the truck and she landed hard on the muddy ground. Frantically she grasped for footing in the slick and unforgiving earth below her, she caught a brief glimpse of the broken silhouette of the thing as it pulled her boyfriend out of the broken back window. It was strangling him; she could see him gasping for air through his broken cries for help.

Mason’s body went limp and Lee couldn’t find her voice to scream anymore, but she had wasted her opportunity to get away, frozen in place as she watched her boyfriend die before her eyes. Disbelief left her body as adrenaline pumped deafeningly through her and she scrambled back toward the highway at a sprint. Lee thought she saw lights coming through the fog, but a filthy bloodstained hand covered her mouth and yanked her backward.


It was nearly daylight when Larry pulled slowly on to Bandage Man road—he’d been searching for these tourists all night after his company received a call for a tow, but he’d been told it was garbled and all they knew is that they had been on their way into town.

“That damn pothole, I told ‘em it’d cause a problem sooner or later,” he moaned to himself as he navigated around the lake that had formed within it overnight. Once he caught sight of the truck he frowned, the passenger-side door was wide open—that was strange—and one of the back windowpanes looked as if it had been busted out. Larry stepped out of his rig and hollered, “Hello?” No response. He noticed as he walked up to the driver’s side of the truck that there was blood on the freshly broken back window, along with a lingering odor he couldn’t quite place. When he finally saw that there was no one in the truck, his heart began to race wildly—he knew as soon as he saw that ripped and bloodied bandage on the seat what had actually happened here, nearly a hundred years after Harvey, the Bandage Man, had met his brutal end.

Bandage Man of Cannon Beach, Oregon

Since we’re dedicated to supplying you with creative inspiration and all of your lore needs, we suggest you take a look at our encyclopedia entry on this particular haunting.

If you happen to have any first-hand encounters with Bandage Man or know a story that you grew up with, comment below and give us the details!

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Zombiphosate – French Zombies.. Yep We Have Those

New indie Zombie film “Zombiphosate” produced by Les Films Guacamole is now free to stream on youtube. Yes you can learn French while watching a horror movie. Duolingo has nothing on horror!

Tell me a bit about your production company?

We are an association called « Les Films Guacamole » based in France. Composed by different friends who love horror movies. Joe & Paul, the directors, started to shoot music video for Paul’s band. And now we would like to do short film and maybe one day a long one.

What inspired this film?

One day Paul was hiking in the forest and he imagined if he was followed by zombies.

This film was inspired by the Romero’s classic Night of the living dead of course. But also some Troma movies or even the TV Show : Scooby-Doo for the kind of characters.

What were some major challenges in filming?

The big challenge was to shoot in 1 day and without authorization. 

What is your favorite scene?

We like the scene when the guys arrive in front of the tree and the blond girl says « Il est chelou cet arbre ! » (That’s a weird tree!). Best punchline in the movie (inside joke).

Did anything funny happen on the set?

Oh yes, when Paul (the zombie who puked) tried to put some fake blood on his face one day before the shoot. He did it 2 hours before an important professional meeting. Then, when he wanted to clean his face before the meeting, he couldn’t erase the blood trail on his face. So he finally went it like that.

Can you give us some film recommendations that you love?

Scream (Wes Craven)

Halloween (Carpenter)

Night of the living dead (Romero)

Psychose (Hitchcock)

Suspiria (Dario Argento)

Where can we find and follow you? Twitter, FaceBook, Instagram

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