Friend - The Crimson Executioner, The Vortexx Envoy

My friends once knew me as a mild-mannered professor at a well-known university in the Northeast. But one fateful night about five years ago, I found myself watching THE BLOODY PIT OF HORROR while smoking a Gurkha Evil cigar. Unbeknownst to me, my personality began to change — taking on the evil characteristics of the cigar I was smoking. And my own identity — just like that of Travis Anderson in The Bloody Pit of Horror— became subsumed into the identity of The Crimson Executioner.

And now I AM THE CRIMSON EXECUTIONER! A psychopathic narcissistic madman who enjoys watching horror movies when I’m not engaged in ingenious methods of torture and execution. You can find me most evenings hanging around the chatroom of THE VORTEXX at I also write the daily promos and weekly schedules that draw the unsuspecting viewers into our chatroom. On nights when the movie is particularly bad, I have been known to lock the chatroom doors so there will be no escape until the show is over.

Even before my transformation into The Crimson Executioner, I was an avid fan of horror movies. The first movie (horror or otherwise) I remember seeing in the theater was THEM (1954), when my alter ego was just seven years old. A few years later, the Hammer remakes of the classic Universal horror movies began hitting the screen, and I would dutifully head off to the neighborhood theater the weekend each one was released. When my alter ego was ten, he took a bus across the Potomac from his home in northern Virginia to Washington, D.C. and then a streetcar to the theater where Bucket of Blood was showing. That was my introduction to Roger Corman. Around the same time, the Shock Theater package was released, and I began watching the Universal classics on WTOP, Channel 9, in Washington. Shortly afterwards, Famous Monsters of Filmland was launched to capitalize on the horror craze, and I eagerly gobbled up each issue as soon as it hit the stands.

It was through Famous Monsters that I learned about horror hosts, and it was not long before I had a six-foot life-size poster of Zacherley hanging on my bedroom wall. I was overjoyed when Washington got its own horror host in 1968 — The Great Zucchini on WDCA, Channel 20. I was heartbroken when Zucchini left the show over a contract dispute, but I eventually warmed up to his successor — a guy by the name of Count Gore De Vol. I was also a big fan of Sir Graves Ghastly on WTOP, and (when the stars and my antenna were properly aligned) I occasionally watched The Ghost Host on WBFF-TV, Channel 45 in Baltimore.

Thanks to the Internet, there has been a veritable Renaissance in horror hosting, and since I became The Crimson Executioner, it has been a great honor and pleasure to get to know many of them personally. Long may they reign!

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