📼 Posted by Dale T. Doll, May 1st Greetings, carbon-based creepers and analog addicts— It is I, Dale T. Doll , curator of all things eld...
📼 Posted by Dale T. Doll, May 1st
Greetings, carbon-based creepers and analog addicts—
It is I, Dale T. Doll, curator of all things eldritch, eccentric, and just slightly water-damaged.
This month, I'm unveiling my Top 5 Haunted VHS Tapes, a countdown of video relics so cursed, so bizarre, they make Poltergeist look like a PBS pledge drive.
🪦 But first, a little backstory...
I didn’t set out to collect haunted tapes. It just sort of... happened. One minute I was digging through a flea market bin in Apalachicola, the next I was holding a copy of Sweatin’ to the Spirits, Vol. 3, still warm to the touch and smelling faintly of sulfur and Aqua Net.
These aren’t your average thrift store finds. We’re talking:
Tapes that recorded things no one remembers filming
Boxes that bleed under moonlight
Labels written in languages that don't exist anymore
Some were mailed to me without return addresses. One showed up inside the VCR one morning, already playing. Barry says it’s probably the heat messing with the electronics. I say it’s a hex.
🎃 Why share them now?
Because it's 2025, and if you're still watching VHS, you're either a hipster, a horror hound, or already possessed. Either way, you’re my people.
So buckle in. Over the next few weeks, we’ll rewind terror, track moldy mysteries, and maybe—just maybe—learn why Fast Forwarding isn’t always the safest option.
First up? A tape that vanishes from your shelf every time you say its name out loud.
📅 See you May 3rd for:
🔪 Tape #1 — "The Vanishing Witness"
Stay haunted,
– Dale
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