"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Welcome to Spooktober

As the leaves turn crisp and the nights grow longer, the Gothic community prepares for its favorite season: Spooktober. October isn’t just another month on the calendar — filled with chestnuts and mushrooms and pumpkin — but a countdown to Halloween.

Spooktober is a tradition, a ritual of sorts: thirty-one days of eerie delights, unsettling tales, and the thrill of the uncanny. It’s about immersing ourselves in the strange, the gothic, and the ghostly, building anticipation one story at a time until All Hallows’ Eve finally arrives. It used to be stronger back when Twitter was a thing, so now everyone celebrates where they ended up after the diaspora (Tumblr, Instagram, Bluesky).

This year as many other years before, we’re embracing the spirit of Spooktober here on the blog. Every single day in October, we’ll publish a short story in the spirit of the season.

So light a candle, draw the curtains, and join us in celebrating Spooktober. The countdown begins today,
and the first story is waiting just around the corner.

Spooktober

Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle

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Spooktober

Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological

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Beauty and Ugliness: an exhibition

A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),

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