Growing up there were always stories surrounding him. Every misfortune or evil deed in our small town was always blamed on him. Mr. No-Eyes. I never really knew what to believe in my younger years, I always just thought it was another silly urban legend that parents created to get their children inside when it gets dark outside. Or a story the police made up to keep all of the kids in town out of the woods that borders the town.
With cult classic horror movies, a lot of time they are either a hit or a miss. Fright Night (1985) was a hit. I went in thinking that it may be just another corny, poorly written 80’s horror. All I knew before watching was it was about vampires, and there was one specific camera shot, that was cheaply made and done last minute that became the iconic image for the movie.
After owning this movie for months, I finally decided to muster up the attention to watch The VVitch (2016). I had attempted to watch it once, however, it was too loud and too bright and I knew I wouldn’t have been able to truly take it in. I had always heard that the VVitch is an extraordinary movie, but to watch it with subtitles. I can now officially back both of those statements.
I went into this movie with high expectations. The fandom surrounding this specific installment in the franchise had me wondering what exactly this movie was about. I don’t normally read the synopsis of the movie before watching, because I like the surprise you get, and not having any shred of a spoiler whatsoever. The movie’s name “Season of the Witch” and the cover had me thinking I was going into something supernatural and maybe full of strange magic. I wondered if maybe they’d somehow tie it in to the first two installments and explain how Michael Myers comes back in the fourth Halloween.
Every time that I walk through the living room at night, I have to tell myself, “don’t look in the corner.” I always feel something trying to silently grab my attention, but the fear overrides my curiosity. I know that if I look, I may see something that I know I don’t want to see. No matter how intriguing it may be.
Her finger nails tap along the old oak desk that sits in the entryway of her father’s funeral home. Checking the time on her phone, she’s eager to be off of work. Time moves slow in Stark’s Funeral Home. Seeing as how no one seems to die in this town anymore. Some see it as a blessing, and some unfortunately feel a burden from this phenomenon. The town of Merrywood seems to have some sort of a spell put on it, and has for the last 6 months. Not one single death, and with that, not one single funeral.