The Demon of Heritage - Excerpt

Monday 18^th October (Afternoon)

Having remained locked in my homely quarters all morning rereading Mr. Whitby’s incredible words, the prevailing feeling of being observed led me into the Church’s nave. And I was not alone in there. Situated on the left wall is a large statue of Christ on the crucifix. I had been approaching the altar when it caught my eye. At first I felt as though Jesus’ eyes were watching me. I had only sensed the slightest of movements as I glanced over at the life-like flesh colors of the beautifully crafted image of our Lord and savior. Primarily I continued on my path to the altar a few more steps until a much greater movement at my side triggered me to cease walking and sharply turn my head back to the crucifix.

         Blood was flowing from Christ’s head where the thorns dug into his skull. I saw water in his eyes. It glistened from the bright sunlight that flooded the church interior. The crown of thorns no longer appeared molded and painted, they were fresh. They were real. As real as Jesus’s eyes that were now focused unequivocally upon me. Eyes that had once pointed to the heavens were now staring into mine. I felt as nailed to the spot as he was to the cross. Dark red blood continued to gently glide from the wounds on his head streaking his thin and gaunt face.

         More blood cascaded from the fresh injuries on his body. The gaping holes that housed the nails in his hands and feet were small waterfalls of thick and dark oozing blood. As the fluids dripped with audible splashes onto the hard stone floor Jesus kept his gaze firmly upon me. At first his expression was solely one of pain. The agony and suffering of his disposition copiously radiated his every feature. Trickles of blood from his twisted nest of needled thorns that tangled into his hair meandered their way down his forehead and into his eyes. He closed them for a matter of seconds and as he opened them again I found myself screaming in unflinching terror.

         His eyes had flicked open as if he had abruptly awoken from a dreadful dream. They were now blood red and malevolent. The expression on his awoken face had been first a crazed and maddening stare, the agony still very much apparent, but as he looked deeply into me his expression changed. My scream followed the haunting conversion of his demeanor. His lips had spread outwards, mutating from thin to thick as a smile grew on his pulped face. It was wide enough to show his gritted and bloodied teeth. His wide eyes bulged from their sockets. There was no happiness to be seen. It was an evil smile. Mischievous and threatening. I could never before have imagined such a horrible face forming on the features of our Lord.

         I dropped to the floor and cradled my face with my hands, not wishing to look any longer into the horrifically distorted face of the incarnate demonic Jesus. I wept and uttered words of total gibberish into the only means of escape available to me. But the shield my quivering hands gave wasn’t enough to defend from the sounds reverberating around me. At first it was merely the gentle splatter of liquid onto stone floor but in the darkness further sounds emerged. Sounds and words.

         I realized I was chanting prayer into my hands. Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy. Over and over. Until more words flooded into my dizzying mind.

We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects. In the name and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ, may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb.

The drip, drip, drip of blood had lessened as I prayed until everything returned to silence. I was beginning to lift my head from my hands when I heard the voice in the blackness of my grasp. A dark, guttural voice that seemingly echoed all around the church, seeping into every nook and cranny. A voice that I felt resonate through me and within me.

     “I AM KERGOZU,” it said.

Taken from THE DEMON OF HERITAGE

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Killian H. Gore presents to you a very strange journal from the year 1887. Discovered buried in a small wooden box in a vault, the diary chronicles a bizarre and horrifying chain of events that begin with the arrival of a mysterious gargoyle at a church in the peaceful English village of Heritage and culminate in a perplexing conclusion that will leave you both bewildered and chilled to the bone.

Incredible Horror Movie Facts - The Wicker Man (1973)

The Wicker Man (1973 – Directed by Robin Hardy)

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There was a sequel-of-sorts made in 2011 called The Wicker Tree, which had experienced many financial setbacks before finally going into production in July 2009 – it had been conceived back in 2002. Christopher Lee was set to have a much larger role in the film but due to a back injury he incurred on the set of The Resident (2011) his participation was reduced to a small cameo.

Before his recent death on 1st July 2016 at the age of 86, Robin Hardy was prepping a third Wicker Man movie entitled The Wrath of the Gods. The same financial setbacks seemed to plague the production – filming was originally set to begin in 2011. An unsuccessful crowdfunding campaign was launched in 2015, with filming intended to start in October of the same year. The last update by Hardy on the Indiegogo page ten months ago stated that they were to start filming early 2016.

A number of different versions of the film have been released over the years. When the original film was edited and presented to British Lion Films they weren’t sure exactly what to do with it, being slightly baffled by its morbid content and tone. The filmmakers were ordered to cut it down in the hope that they could at least distribute it as part of a double-bill package with Don’t Look Now (1973). Many years later a Director’s Cut version was released that contained previously excised footage that had been thought to be lost but was obtained from legendary American Producer Roger Corman, who had been sent an earlier cut of the film in the 70’s. In 2013 Robin Hardy re-edited the movie creating something of a hybrid of the earlier releases – calling it The Final Cut, which used a print of the film that had recently been unearthed at the Harvard Film Archive. Even though he says it’s not quite the same as his lost original version Hardy says, “It crucially restores the story order to that which I had originally intended.” The long-standing rumor is that Robin Hardy’s original version of the movie was used as landfill and is buried under the M3 Motorway in England but no one has ever been able to substantiate this claim with any evidence.

A music festival has been held every year in Scotland in the same area that The Wicker Man was shot, in Dumfries and Galloway. The Wickerman Festival has hosted an eclectic mix of bands over the years including The Scissor Sisters, KT Tunstall, Fun Lovin’ Criminals, The Human League and The Stranglers. The festival culminates with the burning of a giant wicker man statue.

The wooden remnants of the wicker man’s legs at Burrow Head, near Isle of Whithorn, were stolen in 2006 having remained encased in concrete, inscribed with WM - 1972, at the location for over 30 years.

Taken from Incredible Horror Movie Facts

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Killian H. Gore presents an incredible collection of shocking true tales from over 100 horror movies. From the weird to the scary to the completely unbelievable! Discover some of the most bizarre stories in the annals of horror film history and experience a little of the mad and the macabre with each bloodcurdling entry. Read all about... The haunted history of the Evil Dead cabin. The Jaws: The Revenge actress murdered by her father. The 9/11 victim who lived in the Amityville house. The stuntman mauled to death by a shark. The fired film director who returned to the set in disguise. The UFO incident that inspired The Blob. And finally, Killian H. Gore reveals the truth behind the story of Ellen Mort - the "serial killer in the family!" PLUS! The Wicker Man inspired short story: Morning Jogger.