FX’s weird and wacky American Horror Story is still churning out the gruesome ghoulish fun Fantastique. It’s a terribly loud pulsating heart of a beast spurting buckets of blood, dripping down very vintage crimson walls; a truly squirmy smorgasbord of American horror winks n’ nods topped by a magnificent Jessica Lange madder-than-a-wet-hen performance. And I love every tasty repulsive morsel.

This week’s episode continues with the body count still rising, and the Harmons’ murder house being occupied by more ghosts and goblins than this year’s Republican presidential primaries. It really is THAT creepy, folks. If you haven’t taken a peek at this newly Golden Globe nominated (best TV drama) thriller, you’re going to think that A&E’s ill-fated Stephen King’s Bag of Bones fiasco was as good as TV horror gets. What an awful shame that would be.

Last night’s episode simply entitled “Birth,” began with another traditional flashback. This time the ol’ murder house wayback machine was set to 1984 with the classic Bob “Newhart” TV show blaring in the background. More creepiness ensues as Constance (Academy Award-winner Jessica Lange,) is sleeping off another alcohol splurge while her innocent little boy Tate wanders into the basement. When the little boy meets the fanged dead baby head-on, I gasped, and was truly haunted for the rest of the evening – especially when I laid me down to sleep. Something about monster babies has always made my skin crawl. Ever since the 1974 horror film It’s Alive scared the bejesus out of me.

I’m not going to write a play by play of last night’s episode, there are far too many writers that do that way better than me, but I will tell you that the horror tension builds so beautifully, while the acting and writing are so sublime that you hardly see the hammer coming, and then it slams you sideways: that American Horror story is indeed TV’s first ever night of the living-dead soap opera. There’s a whole underworld of deceased characters that all have their private dark agendas. This is All my Goblins and the melodramas’ bursting with psychopathic pathos. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

There’s one of the strangest birthing scenes ever seen on cable, with more screams than a cage full of .ill-tempered monkeys. Not to mention another monster baby (or is that two?) soon to be crawling about ye ole hell house. All the while the poltergeists begin to arm themselves for a sort of paranormal insurgence, a changing of the guard as it were. Crazy, huh? You bet-cha!

I wonder if the whole cast and crew laugh their asses off during script readings before rehearsing each new twisted offering? They’ve got to know they’re going to scar some viewers for the rest of their TV watching days? For I’m going to have a lot of sleepless nights before FX’s American Horror Story airs their creepy season finale-boo-ha-ha!