Our shadows thrown long on the wall Down alleys we criminals crawl For dollars and sex we stick out our necks Through traps we will finally fall.
I build my gallows high, baby. Welcome to November Noir, a month-long celebration of the dark, the damned, and the downright despicable. Don't worry horror hounds, Vincent Price will be creeping back in December. Images: I Confess (1953); Moonrise (1948).