You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' ~~~Eleanor Roosevelt

Saturday, October 31, 2009

WHAT IF ANYTHING, EVER, FRIGHTENED ME ???

DOES THIS BRING BACK
ANY
 HAUNTING MEMORIES?



THE FAMOUS "COLLINWOOD"



 BARNABAS COLLINS
(STILL BRINGS BACK CHILLS)



"LURKING"





BARNABAS AND THE "GOOD" DR. JULIA




ANGELIQUE  "THE WITCH"


VICTORIA



COLLINWOOD AT NIGHT



LOOKING FOR HIS NEXT "VICTOM"



WHO COULD FORGET THOSE FANGS !!


BARNABAS WAS THE
 "KING OF CHILLS"


AS IF WE HAVEN'T SEEN ENOUGH ALREADY !!!!!


MORE DRACULA PICTURES
HISTORY
AND
MEMORBILIA





       THREE OF THE ORIGINAL
  BOOK COVERS OF
DRACULA 
WRITTEN BY
BRAM STROKER


THE CASTLE OF THE CROWN PRINCE VLAD III


Vlad the Impaler (1431-1476)  Dracula, Drakulya, or Tepes, ...
Thus began Vlad the Impaler's reign of blood and terror.


MY FAVORITE DRACULA MOVIE



TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES


DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY?


THE LIFE IS IN THE BLOOD

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MY  FAVORITE DRACULA  SERIES
HBO PRESENTS
TRUE BLOOD


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SCARED NOW?

Lock the windows!
Lock the doors!
Pull the covers up over your head
 and hope that there is
nothing
underneath your bed!!


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  1. KCFebruary 14, 2011 at 11:23 PM

    ok, this is just the coolest post I have ever seen! I love all of these! I know I'm super young for Barnabas but I don't care I love him! and true blood...mmmmmmm...and Dracula! ugh Gary Oldman is the best ever! I just love your blog!

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