Hallowe’en is again upon us. ‘Eee, it comes round quicker every year’ as my dear grandmother tells me. I then attempt to inform her that time is actually a constant quantity, and find myself soundly thrashed with her cane. Which is not wholly unpleasant. The streets swarm with deformed horrors and ghastly creatures, which is really no different from a usual Saturday night in Devon. Adorable young scamps hammer insistently upon the door and demand chocolate, like hypoglycaemic sugar addicts, and then proceed to urinate through your letter box if you happen to have run out. Religious fundamental groups whine about Satanism. The whole charade is a cynical commercial sham, and frankly, you are far better off closing the curtains, playing some terrifying games, and eating the chocolate you had put aside for the trick-or-treat kiddies. You can clean up the letterbox urine tomorrow. Consider these the most unnerving, tense and well-conceived digital horror experiences ever created. At least since Babysitting Party on the Wii.




Welcome to show 42.

Welcome to show 41.


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