Forgotten Villains: The Banshee from Darby O’Gill

By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

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I was recently made aware of just how many movies and television shows the younger generation have never heard of, never mind seen. So to that end, we look back at some characters you really need to see before you kick the bucket.

When you mention the word villain immediately images of Darth Vader, Blofeld or the Daleks come to mind. But there are many equally memorable villains that have scared us or made us nervous at some time in one-off moments.

The banshee from the classic Darby and the Little People isn’t a villain in the true sense but she is a threat to Darby (Albert Sharpe) and his daughter Katie (Janet Munro).

As kids, the banshee terrified us. When the electricity went off in a power cut during the winter, we would sit by candlelight as sometimes it took hours to come back, In that time our aunt and mother would tell us stories of spooky and ghostly things that had happened to them over the years. There were stories of dead relatives returning, phantom horse carriages that only showed up during lightning storms and poltergeists.

But the biggest spectral terror lay in the stories of the banshee. Her mournful cry would echo out across the land heralding the death of some unfortunate. My aunt claimed to have seen one perched on an upper floor window ledge, wailing and combing her hair, patiently waiting for the soul to pass. All banshees had long golden hair and a scream to chill your very soul. Families were gather round the bed of their dying loved one clutching rosary beads and praying to God futilely to make the unearthly screaming stop. The banshee is a creature of purpose. Her job is to be near as the dying breath their last. She doesn’t collect souls or possess anyone; all she can do is mourn the upcoming passing. It was said she would target the families with a prefix on their surname like O’Brien or McDonald. Even the Irish spelling of a surname tags you for a visit; Quinn in Orish is spelt O’Coinn or McCuinn so I’m on her list when my time comes.

Imagine a dark winter’s night. The remote countryside is tarred with a blackness that swallows your very ability to see your hand in front of your face. Your home is lit by lamps and curtains are pulled tight. Your nearest neighbour is half a mile away and the cattle and sheep are like statues in blanketed fields. Only owls and bats dot the skies. There is a chill in the air as the wind itself holds its breath. A waxen moon hides behind ink clouds. Suddenly a sorrowful wail echoes out across the dark. The fearful occupants of the house stare in nervous terror at the closed curtains, their hands clasped together in prayer. They know death is on its way as the wails reverberate in their very chests. If they found a comb outside when the day broke, it must be left where it lay because it could belong to the banshee. Darby choose to hide the face and long hair aspects of the banshee but the effect is the same. Not seeing this ghostly face as it hovers down towards you triggers your imagination as to what lies beneath the hood. Many witnesses claim they saw her perched on something near the house wailing and combing that long hair in anticipation of the last beat of a heart.

The banshee is the Bigfoot of Irish and Scottish lore and Darby O’Gill is the only movie that successfully uses Irish myth to scare the life out of the audience. I vividly recall watching it in the Frontier cinema and this huge wailing golden figure bearing down on Darby and the injured Katie ready to take her away in the death coach. Despite the beautiful golden form, the hood hid the face of the banshee as it swoops down from the sky. To us little people she was a giant and we screamed and buried ourselves in our seats. It was as if the banshee was bearing down to grab us. It was a moment of pure cinematic magic that happened nearly fifty years ago but I see it as plainly now as it happened then. It’s part of the reason I fell on love with the cinema and movies.

The banshee is eternal and can never be defeated. She is the guardian of the dead passing into the light. When you hear that scream you know life is about to end and change at the same time. She will not kill or hunt you down. She mourns alongside the family and in a way she brings comfort. She announces the passing of the person and that their suffering will soon be over. The fact the banshee comes from another realm is hope that the dearly departed will also go to heaven. The banshee’s wailing presence is as if she is announcing a new soul going to the light. She is a contradictory being; associated with horror yet their purpose leads to the successful transfer to heaven.

Never again has another person successfully touched an audience with a banshee as Darby did. And in this head and all the heads in that cinema that day, the banshee will forever be alive and well.

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Book Excerpt: The Time Warriors Twisted

By and all copyright of Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

 A new collection of short stories featuring the Time Warriors. Think you know everything that happened in series one? Not quite. Join Varran, Jacke, Tyran and Michael as they find face new dangers which will test them to their limits. Six stories including Fire and Ice which was released as a surprise extra in Tempest. In Irish Eyes, we learn more of Varran’s past, in the Gift a distraught Robert meets a woman that can talk to the dead, Jacke is trapped alone in ancient Ireland during an invasion in Trinity while Rachel faces an occupied Earth which has never heard of the Time Warriors. In Twisted Michael and Jacke find the world has changed dramatically and it’s all their fault.

Jacke took her hand unit out of her shoulder bag and locked into the Juggernaught’s teleport system. She keyed in her code and with a last glance around to ensure no one was watching she pressed home and they vanished in the surreal blue light of the teleport beam.

The world exploded in a bright light that exploded all around them, their ears bursting under the sudden scream of pressure. They cried in agony as they fell from the Stepping Stone onto the floor of the Juggernaught. They lay there squirming as the pain echoed through every nerve in their bodies. Their ears hurt and their eyes stung as the pain began to subside. Michael rolled over arching his back uselessly. Jacke lay on her front panting, palms flat on the floor. It took several minutes before she was able to call out to him. Relief flooded her as he answered weakly.

“What the hell happened?” he gasped.

Blinking against the light, Jacke managed to sit up and look around her.

“Varran?” she called out then stopped dead.

“Where is he?” Michael asked.

He caught the tentative pause in her voice before she simply answered. “I don’t think he’s been here for a while.” He lifted his head wincing at the ache in his neck.

The sight that greeted them stopped them both dead.

The Juggernaught was a wreck, walls shattered like concrete, the entire command centre shredded like paper. They looked up, horrified as they saw the ceiling was a web of huge cracks. Lights were hanging in a macabre skeletal pattern among girders that had been snapped like bread sticks. Outside was not the familiar twinkle and burn of stars but a sky ribbed with grey and white slabs of ominous looking clouds. Jacke could only stare in shock.

“It’s been stripped bare. Where are all the computers? All our super-duper gadgets?”

“It must have crashed,” Michael gasped. “But that doesn’t make sense or we wouldn’t have been able to teleport at all.” He turned on his heel, running his hands over the walls of the teleport chamber. “All the circuits are burned out or missing. What the hell is going on?”

“Come on,” Jacke said, eyes darting all over the ruins.

Dumbfounded they got to their feet and walked forward carefully round what was left of it. Nothing was working, every monitor and power conduit was dark, lifeless. They were either jagged holes or burnt out, useful to no one. Jacke squatted down at the main hologrid console and with a grunt reached under its shattered bulk.

“What are you looking for?” Michael asked as her fingers clawed for the

release switch of a compartment. It flipped open, letting her reach inside.

“For this.” She stood up and showed him a mini tool kit. “There’s enough of the console left for the hand unit to work with so if there’s any power left in this at all, I might be able to reroute a couple of systems and see what we can find.”

“Whoever scavenged it must have thought it was a dead duck,” he assumed. She handed Michael her bag and unclipped the case, extracting scalpel like instruments. As she worked Michael put his plastic bag with an array of cartoon characters memorabilia inside it. If anything was going to happen, he wasn’t going to fight with a bag in his hand.

“This couldn’t be the Juggernaught. It looks like it has been here for a while,” he commented, looking at the dust on his hands. Wait a minute, he thought to himself. Taking his hand unit out of his pocket, he activated it telling it to switch to comms.

“Tyran can you hear me?” he said, pausing for an answer. “Tyran please answer, we’re in trouble here.” No response came and his face fell as he looked at Jacke. He ran a hand through his brown hair. “I don’t like this,” he commented. Suddenly he jumped with a yell scaring Jacke in the process as something scuttled near him and saw a hairy shape run for cover.

“Rats!” he shuddered. “I hate rats!”

“Not too fond of them myself,” Jacke said as she linked her hand unit into a portal and poked a circuit board. Leaving her to her work, Michael clambered over wreckage, noticing the potted plants that Jacke and Tyran had added to the command centre, upturned and decayed, their leaves brittle as fallen autumn leaves. He reached the far wall, a shaft of sunlight highlighting millions of dust particles that scattered in his wake. He steadied himself on a rusting girder and pulled himself up to look through a tear in the wall.

“Jacke, we’re in London! The Juggernaught crashed in London!” he cried. She looked up at him. “In Hyde Park by the look of it.” He stared outside seeing the city he knew so well. There was traffic and aeroplanes and life seemed to be going on as normal.

“But the Juggernaught is decayed, old. Could we have time travelled or is this an illusion?”

“It might be a parallel dimension,” Michael suggested.

She stared round her. “The Juggernaught is self repairing,” she remembered. “So why hasn’t she?” They exchanged disturbed looks.

Suddenly the circuits sparked, the console lighting up weakly as if it was all too much of a strain. She fiddled with some controls and managed to bring up a portion of the security video.

“Is that it working?” Michael jumped down from his viewpoint and joined her. She looked troubled as she shook her head in frustration.

“I don’t know how long it’ll last so keep your eyes peeled,” she warned. The holoscreen warbled into life above them at an angle, its image breaking up violently. They saw Varran being his usual self, tinkering and pottering at the Juggernaught’s systems, always striving to update and improve them. Jacke ran the scalpel like tool along another circuit.

“And now we have sound,” she said softly. As they watched Varran looked up, his expression one of alarm. He ran round the command table, hands dancing along controls, and by the look on his face he was afraid, very afraid. Jacke’s stomach was filled with butterflies.

The air was roaring with alarms, the computer voice repeating something she couldn’t make out. The Xereban looked confused, staring at the console with puzzled eyes. Suddenly the Juggernaught rolled, banking on one side as if struck by some goliath, the room shuddering. It seemed to spin as it fell off its axis. A massive wave of shocking white lightning ripped across everything leaving fire in its wakes as a million circuits burned like dry grass. An explosion threw him across the room as the flames danced all around him like defiant imps. The hologram fizzled out. They stared at the spot where it had been in stunned silence.

“An accident or an attack?” said Michael finally. Jacke sighed as the power failed completely.

“That’s it,” she said quietly. “The Juggernaught’s dead.” They stood, lost and alone.

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Picard Season 3 – The Problem with the Borg

By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

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There is no denying how great Picard season 3 was. It delivered the send off for the Next Generation crew better than we could imagine. There wasn’t a heart that didn’t leap for joy when the Enterprise D came back from the ashes to save the Earth or the resurrection of Data. The Worf and Riker humour was spot on and the terrifying tension of not knowing who was a Changeling. By the way, if ever a story needed Odo, this was it and the sad passing of René Auberjonois was felt every time a reference to the Dominion War and Worf’s time on DS9 came up.

But I digress. It seemed the writers and producers had learned their lessons from the terrible first two seasons but had the sense to bring back Seven of Nine as a regular character. Bringing Q, the Borg Queen and Guinan back should have been epic but sadly was limp as brewer’s droop. However one small issue soiled the almost perfect season three and that was the reveal of the big villain; the Borg Queen. It felt like the Daleks appearing yet again in Doctor Who but this time there’s an issue. Picard season two completely ignored Time’s Arrow when Guinan first met Picard along with Mark Twain against time travelling aliens. In turn, Picard season three completely ignored the events of season two in regards to the Borg, leaving a hole in logic as big as a black hole.

The first thing that came to mind when the Borg were revealed to be the big bad was….wait a minute, where the hell’s Agnes? The Collective’s where? So Wolf 359 still happened? Stop, I told my brain, let’s look at this logically.

In season two we meet the Borg who is about to be executed by the Mirror Universe-like version of the Federation that Q had thrown our heroes into. She was the last great enemy; alone with no drones to her name. Escaping to the past to prevent this future from happening, Agnes becomes infected by and merges with the Borg Queen to lead them down a path of salvation rather than assimilation. By the end of the season, Agnes Queen and her hive became provisional members of the Federation and were stationed at a mysterious anomaly that posed a threat to the Federation. The problem is that this version of the Borg did not jump through time but travelled through the years until they reached the correct point in time and summoned Picard. So did that mean that Picard never became Locutus of Borg? Did Wolf 359 never happen? Did all of Janeway’s battles against the Borg in the Alpha never happen? Did Agnes really succeed in changing the nature of the Borg? If so, how is Seven still a survivor of Borg assimilation?

The answer creates more questions than answers which are ignored simply because the rest of the season was so good. It seems that there was in fact two sets of Borg following the events of season two. Agnes and her hive exist separately to the Borg we know and fear. History has remained unchanged. Everything we saw happen still happened. It seems that when future Janeway from the final Voyager episode Endgame, infected the Collective and the transwarp network was completely destroyed, the Borg did not recover. The Borg Queen was all that was left of the entire Borg Collective, wounded, alone and crippled, waiting and planning like a spider at the centre of an isolated web on the ether. But as an aside, it is always a pleasure to bring back Alice Krige as her majesty. An absolute gem of a lady to meet and a welcome addition to any show.

Of course, this in itself conjures up several questions. Where was Agnes when the Borg kidnapped Picard and tried to assimilate Earth? Where was she when Voyager was alone in the Delta Quadrant? The point can be made that the timelines had to be protected given the horrible future witnessed in season two? Like Guinan in Time’s Arrow, Agnes knew the future and had to stay back from events in order for her own future to evolve correctly. Her Borg had to be there to become members of the Federation and stop the deadly anomaly. What happened to all the other Borg cubes that had broken free from the Collective, as seen in Descent and Unimatrix Zero. They have been forgotten yet would make cracking episodes to explore this aspect of the Trek universe even though it has been done through the characters of Seven and Picard and to an extent Hugh. However how does this PTSD apply to a species like a Vulcan or Klingon who believe it is a great dishonour? Could they adapt that to making it a new moment of glory in the life of a Klingon? There as a Borg civil war for Christ’s sake so were those rebels hunted down and killed or reassimilated or are they still out there? It’s all well and good using the Borg but for such a powerful enemy, each subsequent return could be a dilution of what made them so attractive in the first place. Picard season three teeters on implausibility with the Borg reveal and the exploration of the truth behind Picard’s brain anomaly which has been passed to his son Jack. However on the flip side, it does explain Picard hearing the Borg and knowing where to fire on the Borg sphere in First Contact. Additionally, where is the Agnes hive when the Earth was about to be destroyed? Their intervention would go a long way to becoming members of the Federation. I know thy needed the cast to be the heroes but not to mention Agnes is strange and reflects the swiss cheese writing of the first two seasons.

While this seems to be the end of the Borg as we know them, the possibility still remains to bring the Borg in with all these unanswered questions from previous episodes. But everyone is still rightly so basking in the Next Generation’s swansong to even really think about this. But who knows? The Enterprise F has a Borg captain and as we know, any ship named Enterprise really does go where no-one has gone before.

Former 80s Companion Returns to Doctor Who

By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

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Former companion Melanie Bush played by Bonnie Langford will return to fght alongside the new Doctor Ncuti Gatwa and Ruby Sunday in 2024.

Bonnie was companion to both the 6th aand 7th Doctors Colin Baker and Sylvester McCoy respectively back in the 80s. Her entrance was unique as she had no real debut sstory. Mel was plaucked from time during the Trial of a Time Lord as witness for the defence. She made her debut in Terror of the Vervoids, was there when the Doctor regenerated and left in Dragonfire to pave the way for Ace (Sophie Aldred). In her time she fought the Vervoids, Tetraps, the Rani, the Master, a dragon, kiler robots, killer pensioners, gangs and the Bannermen. She left the Doctor to go roaming the galay with rogue Sabolom Glitz played by the late Tony Selby. She returned in the Big Finish audio plays where Mel became a more mature character compared to her exercise fitness persona we first met.

Unofficially she first got involved with the Doctor in a Master story involving computers in the future. Mel was an expert with computers and lived in Pease Pottage. She returned in the Jodie Whittaker finale Power of the Doctor along with other old companions in a discussion group arranged by Graham (Bradley Walsh.)

Now she is back in a full blown adventure with the new Doctor and Ruby battling monsters once more. Her return is very welome indeed given how controversially she was treated by fans back then.

Bonnie Langford said: “I am absolutely thrilled to be bringing Melanie Bush back. To be part of the exceptional cast, crew and production team led by the force of nature that is Russell T Davies is a career highlight. I’m so privileged and proud to have been a member of the Doctor Who family since the classic era and to be included in the new generation is phenomenal.” 

Showrunner, Russell T Davies said: “Open those TARDIS doors wide, because Bonnie’s back! What an honour, delight and hoot to welcome back the character of Melanie, after too long away. And this isn’t just a cameo, Bonnie is right in the thick of the action, battling monsters and chaos and cliffhangers, right at the Doctor’s side, just like the old days.” 

Book Excerpt: Zombie Blues Killed By A Z Lister Zombie

By and copyright Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zoombie Blues

Cover by Conaire McMullan

More Zombies, more trouble. Welcome to book 2 of Zombie Blues who give us their view on the world and life from behind undead eyes. This time round meet Diabetic Zombie, Racist Zombie, the Ice Queen and why is there a zombie with no teeth?

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By our rules any active member on an away mission aka convention must always get a signature and photo from any actor etc that has been associated with the show. Failure to do so is a mark on our record. Inwardly I was desperately trying to send telepathic messages to the others to see what money we had left to maybe salvage the situation. This first contact was definitely not turning out like it should be.

Words began tumbling out of my mouth.

‘I didn’t realise you have one pink eye like a bunny rabbit. How weird.’

 No sooner had I said it than I wished I could suck them back in. He didn’t look happy. Rising to his feet I suddenly got a real good look at him. His balding hair and sharp angular face did make him a good option for alien makeup. I still didn’t know him though.

His face almost seemed to morph as his skin became mottled, his eyes suddenly burning with rage. I glanced at Vicky’s boobs and was reminded of an episode of Outer Limits and the aliens with the big heads. With a scream Vicky and her alien boobs took off. Turning back I saw that the Z Lister that really never stood out in the background even as an alien and now was sat beside the god Jason hoping some of his fans would rub off on him, was coming over the table at me.

Time froze like going into the Speed Force as a hundred thoughts flashed through my mind. Was this part of his act to get promotion? Was it a hidden camera show? Was he really pissed off we didn’t get his autograph? Did he hate bunny rabbits?

Jay stood staring at the approaching beast, his mouth uttering something unintelligible. Prick Jay suddenly grabbed me and threw me at   theZ Lister. I squealed like a firework as he bit me hard. Even Vicky didn’t do that that night in the hottub. The screech I uttered was so loud I thought it was coming from somewhere else. I knew two things right then: Jay is a cowardly prick and has an ass like Jabba the Hutt and the Z Lister was a zombie. Technically there a third: I squeal like the Alien Queen getting her egg tube ripped off. I knew that already though because I went Rambo like Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse. I really should have shaved my balls before pulling that zip up.

First of all, zombies have no place at a sci fi convention and second of all, they have no business biting the people that did belong there. As I hit the floor I saw Jay stand screaming in terror as security launched themselves at the marauding Z Lister.

He was gnashing and clawing at the guards catching them with his teeth and claws. My mind was trying to warn them to get away from him but no words came. I was burning up wishing I had a dermal regenerator. If the Doctor was here, things would be fine. I’d be healed in no time and Z Lister would face justice for his crimes. Hope would be restored to the future. But all I could hear was the scream of the planet; the scream of Mother Nature herself wailing for her wounded world. I begged her not to do this to me and told her a zombie apocalypse should never have begun at a sci fi classic convention because it’s just so wrong. That’s as disgusting as being a Star Wars fan and liking Yesterday’s Enterprise.

Sacrilege.

Book Excerpt: Zombie Blues 2: Diabetic Zombie

By and copyright of Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

                

Cover designed by Conaire McMullan

Diabetic Zombie

Holy shit I found the cure for diabetes!!

Of course, it did involve getting turned into a living dead rotting zombie. As my comic book friends you met earlier will tell you this revelation is like finding the very first issue of Amazing Fantasy #5 featuring Spiderman’s first appearance and finding two of the pages stuck together.

 Not good!

What has diabetes got to do with zombies? Easy. Mother Nature had a great plan but it has several flaws. Our bodies rot slowly except our teeth and gums. Those are our greatest weapon. It’s just a pity she doesn’t have enough cosmic power to ensure our entire bodies are sustained until her genocidal plan is carried to completion. It’s like putting a spanking super powered engine in an old banger. It’ll take you a while to get there but at least you can show off the engine.

There’s an equal irony as when I first got diagnosed with diabetes I was told that if untreated it would essentially rot me from the inside out. Believe it or not I immediately pictured myself as a zombie which makes me a trendsetter. This was in the days before zombies became popular thanks to that show from my friend from the last Zombie Blues wanted to be a part of. Now there was a case of be careful what you wish for. Of course, I’m not one to talk. I did picture my self as a diabetic zombie and here we are! What a bitch!

I was diagnosed at twenty five because I had a cut on my arse that wouldn’t heal. That was partially because I love to pick a scab so that would slow down any healing anyway. Don’t be turning your noses up at scab picking. There is not one of you out there that doesn’t love it. There’s just something about it that gives me a sense of pleasure. Knee scabs are the best; that tear of rough skin that makes your spine shiver as you pull it off just can’t be beaten. Well it’s not as if I pull the wings off butterflies is it?

Anyway, it was a lady doctor that day. I told her what was wrong and she asked me to drop the kecks. The macho part of me began opening my belt and sliding my jeans down with this image in my head she would take one look at me and start drooling. I could hear the Diet Coke advert theme play in my head as I then turned and pulled my boxers down. I could see the doctor bite her lower lip as she took in my toned buttocks. Her fingers played with her stethoscope in anticipation. In seconds we would be on her examination table, a scab the last thing on our minds. Yeah, my Perceptions Zombie friend hit the nail on the head. Little did I know diabetes can target your dick making a man’s greatest treasure as useful as a chocolate saucepan.

Of course the reality was she took one look, didn’t drool and just stated ‘you have diabetes’ before sitting back down at her desk. As I pulled my jeans back up I was slightly taken aback at the lack of reaction at the sight of my lower parts. Another part of me said she’d probably seen better hanging out a bird’s nest. Another part of me decided the doctor must not like men which was her loss.

But there it was. My life changed in one simple phrase.

Book Excerpt: The Time Warriors Venom

By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

A brand new story from the Time Warriors series. A romantic weekend in the seaside town of Ballybraken is disturbed when an ancient evil rears its head intent on taking over the planet. What is the End? Who are Legion? And what lies hidden beneath the sea? The Time Warriors fall one by one leaving Earth at the mercy of an evil no one ever imagined existed.

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“Question is, are we dealing with a Salem’s Lot vamp or a Twilight one,” Tyran added. “I know which one I’m hoping for.”

They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Nathaniel tensed, looking in the direction of the sound.

“Relax,” Varran reassured him. “It’s my friend. Michael, if you would…” he trailed, nodding for him to answer it and let Jacke in.

“Do I look like a doorman?” he retorted, getting to his feet.

He barely registered just how cold the metal door handle was to his touch as he turned it to open it.

“Come on in, you’re missing all the good stuff,” he said cheerily, stepping back to let them enter. When they didn’t move, Michael’s scalp crawled in warning. His eyes widened as he looked at the doorway.

Three figures stood in the evening shadow motionless. He squinted to make out any features but they wore shadow like hoods. From the silhouettes he saw Jacke was at the front and flanked by two larger figures which he instinctively knew were Stephan and Dylan.

Alarm bells sounded making Michael back away, his actions alerting the others as they leapt to their collective feet.

Nathaniel grabbed a torch from a side board and aimed its beam at the three shadows. The yellow beam lit up Jacke’s face. They saw the black veins snaking across her face and the black orbs that were her eyes glaring right at them devoid of all human emotion. With a quick flick of his wrist he saw the others were just like her. Varran noted they were all soaking wet. He ducked sideways as the others reacted.

“Michael, back away now!” urged Tyran, grabbing a candle stick. “Bet nobody thought to bring weapons,” she bit, backing round the table.

With a hiss and a burst of speed, Jacke shot forward, leaping across the table in one movement, taloned hands reaching for Nathaniel’s throat. Stephen and Dylan burst in going for the others. Tyran swung the stick as Stephen grabbed the lapel of her jacket, catching him on the head. He barely flinched and secured his hold on her, mouth opening and closing on hers.

Paralysed by his sheer bulk Tyran had never felt so helpless, desperately trying to pull away from that hideous mouth. She knew the result wouldn’t be good if she let him near her.

Nathaniel had Jacke by the throat and was able to smash her into Stephen, freeing Tyran. Catching her hand, he pulled Tyran clear. Michael was being held down over the table by Dylan whose mouth was opening. Like super gymnasts, Jacke and Stephen launched themselves at their prey again. 

Tyran managed to punch Jacke in the face, immediately apologising as she went down. In a second, Jacke had twisted her back impossibly as she went on all fours, hissing at them, fangs gleaming like pearly white knives.

Michael yelled in fear as Dylan’s mouth closed on his. Tyran and Nathaniel backed away helplessly as their former friends crept closer, almost as if they knew their prey had nowhere to run and were milking every last ounce of evil from the moment.

“Why couldn’t they be Twilight vampires?” Tyran grumbled trying to show no fear but her pumping heart betrayed her, fists pounding uselessly.

They could see Michael kicking uselessly under Dylan’s weight and knew they were defenceless.

All they could see were hungry fangs, dead void eyes and knew they had failed.

TW watches Pumpkinhead

By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

Vengeance be thy name

Cinema is filled with monsters and creatures of all shapes and sizes but in 1988 came a movie that has become a classic yet not everyone knows about it. Like many monsters that seem to reappear despite being killed off, this monster can return again and again thanks to the darker side of the human soul. When the laws of man fail to deliver justice, you call on Pumpkinhead.

Pumpkinhead stars Aliens legendary Lance Henriksen. The movie is a simple take of vengeance and the price that comes with it. Man’s law exists for a reason and the reason is that you get to live hopefully a long life even with the pain. The Pumpkinhead creature itself was built by the great Stan Winston and is a simple and evocative creation. When it is on screen your attention is held because it has a life of its own. This is especially noticeable in the church scene when it looks at the crucifix and smirks evilly before smashing it aside.

Henriksen plays store owner Ed Harley, a single father rearing his son Billy. While Ed is out delivering feed to a local farmer, Billy is killed by a drunk teenager on a dirt bike, Joel played by SeaQuest’s John D’Aquino. Joel is a bully already in trouble with the law and forces the others with him to flee the scene without calling for help leaving Billy lying in the dirt. Sadly for them, it’s terminal guilt by association in Pumpkinhead’s eyes. When Ed returns and finds his dead son along with one of the teenagers, Ed loses it. As a child he himself saw Pumpkinhead kill a man who had wronged someone. Despite being warned not to do it, Ed bribes a kid to show take him to a local witch who lives in a swamp.

She can’t help him. All she can do is take you straight to hell.

Haggis is simply one of the best and creepiest witches ever to grace the silver screen. Her deep raspy Southern accent and home filled with mysterious jars and animals doesn’t exactly spell hygiene. Her appearance is that of a classic fairytale witch; wrinkled, long thinning hair and walks with a slight stoop. I’m happy to say I can do a great Haggis impersonation. If we ever meet I’ll do it for you.

Haggis warns Ed that there will be a price to pay if he summons Pumpkinhead but Ed is too gripped by grief to listen, even when Billy pops up alive in a jump scare moment. Ed’s digs up the foetus-like body of Pumpkinhead from a creepy old graveyard deep within Razorback Hollow. It is a graveyard where people buried family members they were ashamed of so it lies forgotten and unspoken of. It is also the perfect place to store a demon. Using Ed’s blood, Haggis brings the demon to life and the hunt is now on. Even though Joel killed Billy, everyone in his party is marked for death.

What Ed doesn’t realise is that he is telepathically linked to the demon so he sees and feels the death of anyone it kills. Ed wants it to stop but Haggis cannot stop it. It takes on Ed’s face and ultimately there is only one way to stop Pumpkinhead from killing innocent people. Ed must die.

“God damn you! God damn you”

“He already has, Ed Harley. He already has.”

He comes to realise that one man’s justice is a death sentence for an innocent. They say the greatest monster is the one you never knew existed and when Pumpkinhead kills the first victim, they assume it is the Devil. He is not gentle in how he kills people either. The weird rattlesnake and cicada sound effect heralding the demon’s presence burns into your mind as each victim falls. Pumpkinhead is not evil by nature. It is simply obeying its nature; to avenge those who have been wronged. It will not stop until it has completed its task. Whatever dark forces created it, deny it free will. It is simply reflecting the smug satisfaction the we all feel when we see someone get their comeuppance whether it be playing with Joel’s dead body or smirking as a girlfriend watches her lover being dragged off. Pumpkinhead stands for the dark vengeful impulses we all have when it comes to justice. We hate to see sex offenders or murderers get off from some legal technicality or walk free because of lack of evidence. Many people live with no justice for their loved ones so the church scene where Pumpkinhead berates the cross and smashes it to pieces is a reaction to the lack of God’s intervention. We all curse God for letting injustice and bad things happen in the world but Pumpkinhead is not bound by any such feelings. He will avenge those who cannot avenge themselves. When it does it simply returns to its embryo form nd reburied in the graveyard waiting until it is summoned once more. All of the locals stay in their homes and ignore the cries for help. No one will stand with you against Pumpkinhead. In their eyes you are getting what you deserve.

Pumpkinhead is a classic movie that spawned several dismal sequels, a couple of which saw Lance Henriksen return as the ghost of Ed Harley warning the foolish about Pumpkinhead. The wonderful thing about the first one is that it truly shows Stan Winston’s great gift; later movies used a half-arsed suit and even CGI. Pumpkinhead is not scary at all when created in a computer. There was even a comic book spin-off and there are several action figures and statuettes that are stunning and really reflect the character at its best. With CGI these days it is possible that a Pumpkinhead reboot could happen and I would welcome it as long as it’s the quality of the original and the best.

Dublin Comic Con Announces Star Trek Guest

By Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues

Dublin Comic Con Summer 2023 have announced their latest tenth year anniversary guest as actress Christina Chong. She plays La’an Noonien Singh in Star Trek Strange New Worlds. Christina has also appeared in Line of Duty, Black Mirror and Nightfall. She played Lorna in one of the best Matt Smith episodes in Doctor Who, When A Good Man Goes To War. She helped the Doctor and his friends save Amy and her baby.

Get your toikets today and I’m sure the USS Cuchulain crew will invite her onto their bridge at some point on that August weekend.

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