New comic book ! The Shadow Festival / La Fête des ombres
The 1st copies of The Shadow Festival have arrived at our publisher’s and they look splendid. It’s such a relief to see how beautifully printed they are. We can’t wait to get our own copies! Preorder the book: https://www.issekinicho.fr/editions/
*** Les 1ers exemplaires de La Fête des ombres sont arrivés chez notre éditeur et ils ont l'air superbes. Quel soulagement de constater une telle qualité d'impression et de façonnage ! On a hâte de les avoir dans les mains ! Et il est toujours temps de précommander le livre ici : http://issekinicho.fr/editions/
Love how when you dig down into it, Portal 2 is a ghost story. Glados is the ghost of a murdered woman who turned around and murdered everyone else back and now she’s trapped forever in an empty decaying facility. This is what does it for me. The blending of scifi and horror, the ghost in the machine. I’m gonna marry a dead murderous lesbian in a supercomputer
“Unless we again begin to tell fairy tales and ghost stories before going to sleep and recount our dreams upon waking, nothing more is to be expected of our Western civilisation.”
My last drawing of 2021! This is something inspired by the ghost story of Captain Evan MacClure, a skipper of the whaling ship Moncton. According to legend, his crew mutinied and put him overboard on a small rowboat off the coast of Oregon in the 1870s, and was never seen again. Captain MacClure is said to haunt taverns in the form of a skeleton sporting a red beard, searching for someone to “join him in death”.
A big thanks to Monsterfuzz Podcast for sharing this amazing ghost story on their podcast!
Welcome to the blog dedicated to my webcomic, A Ghost on the Roof!
It is a story loosely based on the novel The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux, set in modern times.
After I post the first pages of chapter one on September 1st, I will continue to post one page a week, on Sundays. Of course, if life gets in the way the updates may be delayed but I am determined to keep posting regularly. For information, the whole story is 18 chapters long.
I hope you will enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed creating it, and that you will follow me on this journey!
I’m six years old when I hear my first ghost story; it’s Halloween and they file us in a dark classroom where a teacher whose name I do not recall tells us of an old man in a top hat—his black, sullen eyes contrast against his translucent skin that hangs off his cheeks. He waits on the edge of the forest for a stay child to walk just far enough away from their group before he lures them into the trees. They do not tell us what happens of the child; we do not know the horrors that happened, that is only between the man, the child, and the trees— their bark rotten with secrets, poisoned by the stories no one dares to talk about.
You see, everyone loves a good ghost story; they love to feel their blood run cold as they start to feel the hot breath of someone else’s tragedy on the back of their neck; a tragedy they get to walk away from, because it is not their burden to bare, not their ache to feel.
They never warned you what it was like to become your own ghost story; what it is like to haunt your own life; what it’s like to feel your pulse, air fill your lungs, but never truly know the feeling of being alive.
When they tell you ghost stories, the speak in past tense, speak in wonderment, and hushed whispers because it is meant to be a secret, something to be tucked away in your back pocket, unseen by the everyone. You walk around, disconnected from the world, looking for anyone to listen to your tragedy.
After a series of harrowing demonic experiences connected to a haunted bunk bed, the Tallmann family in Horicon, Wisconsin fled their home in the winter of 1988. Their story was later featured in the Halloween episode of Unsolved Mysteries that year.
