The Crypt of Blood: A Halloween TV Special
By Muzzleland Press and Jonathan Raab
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A Found Footage Gothic Nightmare
Halloween night, 2007. A television station near Denver, Colorado broadcasts a locally produced film adaptation of the Gothic horror novel The Crypt of Blood. The spirited production of the classic vampire story begins as a loving throwback to the horror movies of old, complete with rubber bats, inspired makeup effects, and plenty of fake blood.
But what transpired on the small screen that fateful evening was more than just a made-for-TV horror movie. The cameras inadvertently captured events far more terrifying than any plastic-fanged vampire—and may have recorded the final living moments of the production's cast and crew.
The Crypt of Blood: A Halloween TV Special has since become an urban legend, a myth relegated to internet forums, speculation among rare film collectors, and the ravings of the mad and paranoid. Some call it a publicity stunt. Others decry it as a hoax. A few say the broadcast never aired at all. But those who claim to have actually seen it... insist that it reveals an unimaginable legacy of terror.
You find yourself in possession of a copy of that dreaded broadcast, its cursed images seared into the magnetic tape of a well-worn VHS cassette. It's time to discover the truth behind the infamous broadcast, and whether The Crypt of Blood: A Halloween TV Special is just another urban legend—or if it delivers the horrors its reputation promises.
The television screen beckons. The VCR eagerly accepts the tape. Halloween is upon us. It's time to press PLAY.
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The Crypt of Blood - Muzzleland Press
Dedication
For Daniel Myrick, Eduardo Sánchez, and Stephen Volk
OVERTURE TO A SYMPHONY OF TERROR
Upon a small soundstage nestled deep within the haunted heart of the Front Range Public Access Television Station, three coffins lie in peaceful repose.
Candles flicker and drip wax, plastic skulls leer from the shadows, and heavy fog crawls along the floor of the studio. The image is tinged with static and atmospheric interference. The video cameras recording the proceedings are old—hand- me-downs from the local corporate media affiliate, donated as tax write-offs. The original recording of this broadcast has been transferred or copied across multiple media, again and again, giving the image you see now a grainy and fuzzy look.
A slight static hum underpins the audio track, just as the somber, Gothic church organ-synthesizer score begins, bringing to mind creaky old vampire movies broadcast on Saturday afternoons during your childhood—or the idealized childhood perhaps you wish you had.
The music is meant to be ominous, or, at the very least, spooky—but you find it somehow familiar and comforting. The composition brings to mind memories of microwave popcorn and ice-cold pop on hot summer nights; of fake, orange-red Technicolor blood dripping from false wounds; of staying up too late to watch creature-features with friends or your cousins; of glamorous women in long, flowing dresses creeping through haunted castle corridors; of handsome vampire killers wielding crucifixes and holy water; of wolfmen and mutant creatures born of man’s scientific hubris or occult ambitions; of bloodsuckers and mummies emerging from their ancient tombs to stalk the living.
"There comes a season... a season of darkness, a local actor says in his best Vincent Price imitation.
A season of madness. When minds are weak to the influences of satanic evil. When the enemies of mankind haunt the fallow fields and darkened byways of our vulnerable domain. When darkness, shadow, and evil itself sits on the throne of power, and the world is ruled by wickedness that wears a mask of righteousness."
The lid on one of the coffins begins to move—slowly, surely. The other lids are moving now, too, as ghoulish, flesh-dripping hands reach up from within.
There comes a season...
One of the coffin lids slides off and strikes the stage floor, accompanied by a sound effect like stone striking stone, although the materials are far too flimsy to be anything other than spray-painted balsa wood. But the effect is accomplished through impression, if not form, and the reverb-laden Foley effect lingers on the audio track.
The lids on the other coffins are likewise shoved aside. Their occupants begin to rise, backs straight and arms crossed over their chests, actors in pale grey makeup over a dull green base. Long, crooked fingernails and pointed ear applications. Frilly shirts and ill-fitting dark slacks for the two men on the right; a thick, faded-red dress for the woman on the left, clothes mottled and falling apart, as if robbed from real graves, not pulled from a community theater wardrobe.
...when the undead thirst...
The ghouls’ eyes snap open, bloodshot and full of a terrible, inhuman hunger.
...for the blood of the living!
Those eyes fill the screen in freeze-frame—one set sliding in along the bottom third, the next in the middle entering from the opposite side, and the eyes of the vampiress gliding in to the top of the stack. The narrator’s hearty, villainous laughter cascades and echoes off of old stone walls.
The synthesizer score melts and morphs into an orchestral track pulled from the depths of the TV station’s public domain horror movie catalog, crackling with degradation. It swells into a frenzy of pounding drums and high-pitched strings, while a theremin threads its otherworldly notes.
The film title flies forward, hand-painted and dripping like blood:
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Front Range Community Theater Presents:
THE CRYPT OF BLOOD
A Halloween TV Special
Copyright FRCT 2007
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Then, fading in from a rolling, animated bank of fog beneath:
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Inspired by the novel THE CRYPT OF BLOOD by Countess Blair Oscar Wilflame
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Credits rendered in that blood-dripping typeface cycle through the cast, the stagehands, the director, the producers, and the local sponsors; the Front Range Public Access Television Station camera operators, editor, and sound and visual effects team. With each change of card comes a change in shot, offering a different angle of the stage: slow- moving tracking shots dragging across the tableau of horror, or delightful close-ups of the skulls, candleholders, occult tomes, coffins, costumery, cobwebs, rubber bats on barely visible fishing line, and rolling, spectral-blue underlit fog.
The last of the credits warp and twist into the image of a grinning cartoon skull, which opens its jaw and lurches toward the screen to consume the viewer, passing beyond its limits to leave the image of a single flickering flame in its wake.
That flame is the burning tip of a red candle dripping blood-red wax, set