We Created a new Fashion Brand and Hired Spooky Models
‘Je Crie’ (French for “I Scream”) will be the name on everyone’s lips this Fall season. While the price point will be out of most people’s reach, those who can afford this fashionable fabric will never wear another brand again.
Front Cover – Michael Myers (Halloween)
A timeless cut for a timeless presence.
Michael steps out of the shadows and into fall sophistication with a forest-hued wool car coat, ember-woven scarf, and trousers in rich harvest brown.
Clean lines. Quiet menace. Crisp leaves underfoot.
Whether he’s gliding through suburbia or drifting between maples like a ghost of October past, his look speaks softly —
so he doesn’t have to.
The shape in the trees has never looked this tailored.
Pair with a chef’s knife for a sharpened seasonal statement.
Refined. Relentless. Autumn, embodied.
Page 1 – Ghost Face (Scream)
When the leaves fall, he rises.
Ghostface softens his slasher edge in a wool trench the color of November dusk, layered over a whisper-soft knit scarf and forest-walk boots.
Perfect for answering mysterious phone calls, gliding through birch groves, or making an entrance that leaves them breathless… literally.
“Do you like scary style?”
Finish the look with understated menace and a blade-sharp silhouette.
Because this season, cozy kills.
Page 2 – Valek (The Nun)
Darkness never looked so divine.
Valek glides through golden leaves in a midnight-tailored overcoat, softened by a dusky scarf and sanctified in subtle shadow.
A silhouette that floats — yet cuts like scripture.
For those who prefer their faith… fashionable.
And their fall days kissed by both sunshine and dread.
Eternal damnation, but make it runway.
A whisper of brimstone, a breath of chilled cathedral air,
and a look that says:
“Deliver us this season — into style.”
Page 3 – Chucky
Playtime, but make it perilous.
Chucky trades overalls for orchard-chic — a warm flannel, quilted vest, and weather-worn denim built for crisp afternoons… and even crisper decisions.
Pumpkin-patch charm meets pint-sized menace.
Perfect for leaf piles, cozy cider stands,
and whispering secrets no one should ever hear.
“Friends ’til the end — of fall fashion season.”
Small stature. Big attitude.
And shoes made for running — or ruining lives.
Page 4 – Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th) & Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street)
Two legends. One runway. Zero survivors of good taste… except you.
Jason stomps into autumn with rugged simplicity —
a distressed field jacket, cozy knit scarf, and work boots made for silent walks through maple-lined trails (and campsites).
A mask that never blinks. A look that never dies.
Freddy counters in ember-striped knit and tailored slacks,
his hat tilted with wicked intention — the perfect accessory for late-night strolls down Elm Street… and into your dreams.
They don’t just slash — they serve.
From forest floors to fashion floors, this duo proves fall’s greatest layering piece… is fear.
Page 5 – Pennywise (It) & Art the Clown (Terrifier)
Raking leaves — and rattling nerves.
Pennywise brings orchard-worker chic with a quilted olive field coat layered over ember-knit texture and corduroy trousers fit for frolicking… or floating. Golden gloves add that harvest shimmer, and a smile that says “time to play in the leaves… forever.”
Art the Clown counters in a check-pattern blazer and sand-tone sweater, pairing monochrome menace with autumn whimsy. Because nothing says “casual afternoon chore” like a bowler hat and eternal malice.
Rake. Pile. Giggle. Scream. In fall, even madness gets cozy.
Page 6 – Pinhead (Hellraiser)
When devotion meets dapper.
Pinhead trades leather and lamentations for a rustic palette of fall refinement:
a burnt–pumpkin wool sweater layered beneath a herringbone tweed jacket, crowned with a classic newsboy cap — spikes and all. A look fit for the quiet agony of a country afternoon or the solemn ritual of slicing into a seasonal pie.
Soft wool, sharp angles, eternal torment — a masterclass in contrasts.
“We have such sweaters to show you.”
Because sometimes, the rites of autumn demand both warmth and wickedness.
Savor the harvest. Savor the pain. Savor the fit.
Page 7 – Billy the Puppet (Saw)
A brisk ride into seasonal suspense.
Billy elevates barn-yard bravado in a cinnamon-wool sweater layered beneath pumpkin-tone corduroy tailoring — a perfect pairing for crisp afternoons and cryptic invitations.
Rolled-cuff denim brings casual charm, while honey-leather boots offer stability on trike and trail alike.
A mottled harvest scarf and mitten set completes the look — adorable, unsettling,
and unmistakably fall-forward.
“Let’s take a little ride.”
Sweetness on the surface. A game just beneath.
Pedal into autumn.
Feel the nostalgia.
Fear the twist.
Page 8 – Samara Morgan (The Ring) & Regan MacNeil (The Exorcist)
Because some girls jump into leaves. And some… rise from them.
Samara emerges in ember-knit wool and vintage-wash denim — a texture story in dread and decay chic.
Her silhouette: soft autumn warmth meets unstoppable curse energy.
Her hair: effortlessly damp & death-forward.
Her vibe: “Seven days? Try seven seconds.”
Regan arrives mid-pounce in mustard-wool and floral nostalgia, a burst of unhinged childhood glee.
Autumn tights. Weatherproof boots. Demonic enthusiasm.
The look screams “leaf piles beware.”
Jump. Crawl. Haunt the playground. Fall fun never felt so… possessed.
Crunch the leaves.
Crack the bones.
Serve eternal October.
Page 9 – Annie Wilkes (Misery)
Domestic bliss meets… firm editorial boundaries.
Annie pairs a russet cable-knit turtleneck with a warm caramel skirt and heritage-check blazer — a timeless combination for crisp mornings, quiet reading hours, and “correcting” life’s little disappointments.
Her maple-leaf lapel pin whispers “fall tradition.”
Her sledgehammer screams “do not test me.”
Warm neutrals soften the menace.
Soft lighting sweetens the threat.
Pumpkin pie waits — trembling — for its fate.
“I’m your number one fan… of autumn baking.”
A look as comforting as cinnamon —
and as dangerous as devotion.
Page 10 – Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
A gentleman’s feast — a gentleman’s… tools.
Leatherface embraces rustic refinement in a cider-cable sweater, hazelnut tweed blazer, and prairie-soft earth-tone slacks — an outfit equally at home on a Texas farm or a New England orchard table.
Sturdy gloves protect delicate hands.
A vintage chainsaw completes the look — proof that tradition can still cut deep.
A perfectly golden turkey awaits its fate.
Graceful fall foliage frames the carnage to come.
“Carve with confidence. And conviction.”
Serve warmth. Serve style.
Serve… anything you can catch.
Autumn elegance has never been this… tenderizing.
Page 11 – Bughuul (Sinister) & The Babadook (The Babadook)
Warm drinks. Cold souls.
Bughuul broods in ember-knit texture and soot–hued tailoring — a silhouette built for stalking grainy old film reels and contemplating eternity over cocoa.
Worn-in boots tread softly through forgotten forests.
A scarf draped like a funeral hymn.
The Babadook counters in midnight wool, top hat polished to shadowed perfection,
corduroy in harvest umber, and a grin sharp enough to slice through the hush of the woods.
Campfire glow softens nothing — and that’s the point.
“If it’s in a mug, or in a book…”
…you’ll never quite feel alone again.”
Sip slow.
Stare long.
Let the flames dance — and the dread settle.
Page 12 – Count Orlok (Nosferatu)
Silence. Style. Eternal chill.
Count Orlok retreats from moonlight into the warm glow of fall fashion, wrapped in a honey-camel overcoat layered atop midnight knit wool.
Cuffed trousers dusted in autumn leaves lend a gentleman’s polish — ancient hunger disguised as park-bench poise.
A charcoal scarf frames features carved by centuries; polished oxfords whisper across forgotten pathways.
Expression: pensive.
Posture: predatory restraint.
Palette: sepia, sorrow, sophistication.
For the immortal who prefers his horrors muted and his knitwear immaculate.
Sit. Watch the sun fade.
Think about someone you’ll never stop haunting.
Autumn suits the ageless.
Page 13 – Captain Spaulding (House of 1000 Corpses)
Small-town charm. Big-top energy.
Just don’t ask what’s in the cider.
Captain Spaulding embraces rustic orchard elegance in a caramel-wool vest and heritage-herringbone jacket — layered over flannel in tones of bonfire and barn wood.
A pumpkin-spice scarf and newsboy cap complete the autumn rogue aesthetic, pairing perfectly with a hearty laugh and… questionable hospitality.
Hay bales. Pumpkins. Apples for the innocent.
Mischief for everyone else.
“Try the donuts. Stay forever.”
Warm wool. Warm smile.
Cold intentions beneath.
Country gentleman meets carnival chaos —
a look only the bold (or doomed) could love.
Page 14 – Carrie White (Carrie)
Purified by harvest.
Drenched in seasonal vengeance.
Carrie stands in burnished-cinnamon wool and orchard-plaid, letting golden cider cascade like a blessing — or a memory she refuses to drown in.
Her scarf warms her.
Her past haunts her.
Her future? Boiling sweet and dangerous like fresh mulled apples.
The tones: honey, maple, rust.
The mood: serene… until it isn’t.
This fall, innocence gets sticky — and power rises with the steam.
“They’re all gonna love you.”
A ritual of renewal, a rite of rage.
Autumn has never tasted so divine —
or burned so sweet.
Page 15 – The Crooked Man (The Conjuring 2) & Annabelle (Annabelle)
A stroll so charming…
you’ll forget to run.
The Crooked Man cuts a silhouette of aristocratic unease in mulberry overcoat and ash-grey tailoring.
Gloved hands. Cane tapping like a lullaby.
A scarf striped in autumn gloom wraps the whisper of something ancient — and listening.
Beside him, Annabelle gleams in cider-spice wool and braids tied neat as a nursery rhyme gone wrong.
Her buttoned cardigan and prairie skirt capture the sweetness of pumpkin-patch innocence — with eyes that promise otherwise.
Together, they glide like bedtime stories that grew teeth.
“Careful wandering near old houses.
Some residents collect guests.”
Politeness in posture.
Predation in quiet.
Perfect for orchard paths, haunted estates, and one-way invitations.
Back Cover – Universal Monsters
They came for cider.
They stayed for eternity.
From Transylvania to the Black Lagoon,
from tombs to torch-lit windmills —
even legends need a fall getaway.
Wrapped in caramel wool, slate knits, and orchard-worn tweed,
our beloved icons embrace a quieter kind of horror:
family outing energy.
They pose.
They brood.
They wonder who forgot to bring the cider donuts.
Because whether you howl, lurk, lumber, hiss, or simply exist between worlds —
nothing says autumn like a hayride with old friends
and a wardrobe to die for.
Je Crie — Where monsters meet modern coziness.
Thank you for riding with us.
We’ll see you in the shadows next season.
🍂🩸 Stay wicked. Stay warm. 🩸🍂
Je Crie – Dressed to kill. Styled for eternity.
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