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talesuntold2019-10-31 11:15 pm
Maggie's House of Horrors
Hello, darlings! It's October, and we all know what that means. I'll be hosting horror movie festivals every weekend, and on the live chat with spooky stories every weeknight.
We spend a lot of our time afraid these days, but I, for one, appreciate a nice detour down the tracks of comfortable old horrors for a change. Let's trade in the monsters outside our doors for monsters on the screen, and turn our attention to ghosts that don't have to haunt us for the rest of our lives.
Every house is at least a little haunted, and mine is no exception. Come and keep me company, won't you?
It quiets the ghosts for awhile.
—from Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, October 1, 2041
Movie Nights at Maggie's are always full of dogs and food and Fictionals. People and dogs sprawl over every available surface, massive bowls of popcorn and plenty of soda and wine are at the ready, and she's baked and decorated cookies in keeping with whatever the theme of the night's films might be. (If there's a movie about a lesbian werewolf who lives on a farm, you can bet that wolves and flannel will feature heavily in the cookie decorations. Some nights, there are bat and bloody fang cookies. She doesn't get too heavily detailed, but she doesn't shy away from occasional grisly cookie designs.)
Come over. Snark at the bad horror and scream at the good stuff. Let Maggie or one of her two dozen miniature bulldogs cuddle you. Eat, drink, and be however merry horror movies make you.
Once you're through security at the gate, you're one of her people, and it's time to make yourself at home.
We spend a lot of our time afraid these days, but I, for one, appreciate a nice detour down the tracks of comfortable old horrors for a change. Let's trade in the monsters outside our doors for monsters on the screen, and turn our attention to ghosts that don't have to haunt us for the rest of our lives.
Every house is at least a little haunted, and mine is no exception. Come and keep me company, won't you?
It quiets the ghosts for awhile.
—from Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, October 1, 2041
Movie Nights at Maggie's are always full of dogs and food and Fictionals. People and dogs sprawl over every available surface, massive bowls of popcorn and plenty of soda and wine are at the ready, and she's baked and decorated cookies in keeping with whatever the theme of the night's films might be. (If there's a movie about a lesbian werewolf who lives on a farm, you can bet that wolves and flannel will feature heavily in the cookie decorations. Some nights, there are bat and bloody fang cookies. She doesn't get too heavily detailed, but she doesn't shy away from occasional grisly cookie designs.)
Come over. Snark at the bad horror and scream at the good stuff. Let Maggie or one of her two dozen miniature bulldogs cuddle you. Eat, drink, and be however merry horror movies make you.
Once you're through security at the gate, you're one of her people, and it's time to make yourself at home.