5 Horror Films Based On True Events
Truth is stranger than fiction. As a horror fan, I have seen my share of movies that claimed to be based on true stories. For some films, it is just to get more publicity like The Blair Witch Project (1999) and Paranormal Activity (2007) while for other films like Jaws (1975) and A Nightmare On Elm Street (1984), they are the real deal. Welcome back to the creepiest page on the internet. I’m your narrator, Kevin and today I will be counting down my top picks for 5 Horror Films Based On True Events. From the infamous shark movie that kept swimmers out of the water for decades to the slasher film that made you never want to sleep again. I will be talking about some of the most famous horror films that were based on real life occurrences. Let’s begin.
Vaya con Dios Maria
“Good morning, Juliana,” I say. She doesn’t hear me or she’s just being rude, either way, she doesn’t answer me. We’ve been working together for years now. She works in produce, I’m a cashier. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time she’s said two words to me.
My Love Affair with Dario Argento
I became slightly obsessed with Italian horror director Dario Argento about five years ago. I don’t know how it happened – we were only ever casual acquaintances before.
Light gently permeated this foreign place from incandescent pinheads in the far off distance, entire galaxies unknown to man spaced far yet not so few between. Clouds of gaseous blue and purple detonations mottled across this great beyond, surpassing the grasp of one’s ability to imagine it’s scope, let alone handle an understanding of such phenomena. My head, both light and lagging, revolved across this vast spacescape in awe, temporarily unaware of the absurdness of my situation as I sheepishly peered into the glory of both past and present. As my gaze descended my eyes caught my pale feet, wide and naked, firmly planted on an imperceptible plain. A torrent of ice began to stretch from behind my eyes up and backward, a measured waltz from neuron to the next which promptly dissipated as it’s travel found the nape of my neck. My lips curled as my mouth cracked in horror letting out a scream, a scream that came up silent as if I were an actor in one of those silent film reels I’d seen as a child.
Vampires: Literature and Pop Culture
Looking into how most supernatural characters are perceived in literature, it strays far from what pop culture has seen as a being who is sickly pale with an unstoppable bloodlust. Although there's a comparison to the common supernatural being in both literature and pop culture, there are various characteristics that would set them apart. The regal interpretation within William Polidori’s The Vampyre and looking into the Salvatore brothers of L.J. Smith’s The Vampire Diaries these comparisons of vampires can also be separated by their complete differences based on the author’s perception. Withing William Polidori’s The Vampyre, this short story is described as a man of high society rather than going into the normal depiction of a typical vampire; an individual with pale skin and blood lust but can only appear during nightfall (one that fits the description a Nosferatu vampire). Although this has changed during the times of literature that tells of certain aspects of the horror or supernatural, Polidori gives this being the physicality of a high ranked nobleman in Victorian society "His peculiarities caused him to be invited to every house... though its form and outline were beautiful, many female hunters after notoriety attempted to win his attention." (Polidori)
A Sip Of Merlot
When I walk into the room, the first thing I notice is the oppressive heat. It slides over my skin like velvet, and wherever its warm fingers press against me, sweat pools, the droplets soaking into my bright crimson dress, darkening the fabric into the colour of blood.
The Best Horror Films in Each Subgenre and Their Respective Recommendations
I've loved horror my entire life. I can't remember exactly when my love for the genre started. All I know is it started somewhere, with some movie or show or book, many years back. Honestly, it probably started earlier than it should've.
Jordan Peele and his Influence on the Horror Genre
As a major film fanatic and even more specifically, a major horror film fanatic, Jordan Peele has changed the game for everyone in the business. As an aspiring horror film writer, he has made me have to step up my game for the better. With his directorial debut, Get Out (2017) he opened many oblivious eyes to the reality of black people in America. This take on the horror/psychological thriller is outstanding which made it good enough to earn him an Oscar for best original screenplay. It also showcased some lesser known talent in Daniel Kaluuya (who I have loved since his days on Skins.) He also takes the slasher film to new lengths with his newer addition Us (2019). This film takes the stereotype of having the single black person in the film be a secondary character who is usually killed quickly or off screen by making the main character and most of the cast black and the secondary characters in the film be white. Having Lupita Nyong'o be this slasher film's final girl is what made this film better than it already was.
Vengeful Teenage Ghost
Junior High School was a pain as it was but being picked on constantly was another story. There were two girls who were always alone and kept to themselves, one was Kathleen Johnson and the other was me, Samantha Pierce. Kathleen was picked on the hardest by three mean girls: Joann, Jolene, and Josephine. The three J’s as they were called. The five of us had the same classes for most of the year since school started in August. Now we just came back from Winter Vacation.
“Well, that’s sexy…” he thought as drool slipped down his chin. He was only just coming back into consciousness, and it was a slow process. Curiosity and amusement danced equally in his brain, even as he registered he was bound to a chair in someplace dark. His vision began to clear, and in the flickering light, he could make out a table before him, the stone walls, and an impressive fireplace at the end of the room. This was definitely not the bar he had walked into earlier this evening.
“The smoke is what I remember most. Coughing, gagging, spitting. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes stinging, squinting, weeping. I couldn’t see.
Nothing better than sitting in your garden relaxing with a glass of Merlot after a long night of gardening. If the saying is true, that what you put in is what you get out, then I am getting some beautiful roses, pretty damned gorgeous. My neighbours always ask why I choose to garden at night. My answer is always the same - “After a bad date, I need to relax” - You can say I've had many bad dates. I guess what I am looking for is just too hard to find. Too damned hard, I would say. My friends always say I am a serial dater and that I find any reason not to have a second date. They say I make up all these faults in every man I meet. There is nothing wrong with being picky, absolutely nothing. I know what I want and how I want it. I am an independent woman. I own my own home, a beautiful home I might add, it could be considered an estate. I also own my own business. I have worked so damned hard to get everything I have always wanted, if a man is going to come into my life, he is going to add to it, not take away and try to control me. I wake up when I want to wake up, I go to bed when I feel like going to be. I have been alone practically my whole life.
My soul is cracking. It’s my twentieth birthday, and no one has touched me in years. I’m so touch-deprived. So lost and yearning for the feeling of warm skin. I can feel my heart thud, echoing under my sticky skin and intertwined branches of veins. The smell of dirt and pine trees tickles my nostrils, playing with the hairs on my upper lip. I’ve lived amongst the nonis for years. We escaped politics underground with nothing more than shackles around our ankles, food from witches, and underground tombs for company. My parents gave me up after I began to shake uncontrollably, flinching at everything and nothing. My father was an alcoholic—a typical father in the twenty-first century. He would come home stressed from his witch-dome duties, and my mother would try to calm him down. He would try to shake her off, threatening to beat me if she spoke.
Love and Zombies
I’m not a romantic. I don’t believe in soft looks across a crowded room. I don’t believe in soulmates or prince charmings or meant to bes. Maybe I’m bitter because the last time I went on a date, the entire world went to Hell. Literally.
First dates are always awkward. Especially when you’re sitting in an expensive high-end restaurant trying to hide the tags on your designer dress so you can return it the next day. Jonathan Jones the Second (JJ for short) doesn’t seem to find it awkward, immediately ordering Merlot from the harried-looking waiter. He tells me it’s his favourite, and makes sure to slip in the four-figure price tag. I play the part of the impressed date and don’t mention that I already know it’s his favourite wine from stalking his social media. The restaurant is beautiful, if out of my price range. The chandeliers look like real crystal and I’m yet again relieved that he agreed to have our date here instead of a home-cooked meal at his apartment like he had originally suggested. You can never be too careful; public dates are statistically safer.
To the Monster a Mate!
I first saw the Bride of Frankenstein as a child, on a black-and-white tube television set while living on a military base in a foreign country. I don't know if it was Halloween time or not (I don't now remember), but the Armed Forces Radio and Television Station (A.F.R.A.T.S. is the acronym. Of course, those letters can be rearranged to make a much more humorous acronym) sure as hell wasn't going to spring for the rights to play any horror flick that wasn't fifty years old; or one that might, just might I say, contain some sort of subversive content. Of course, Bride of Frankenstein does contain subversive content, but the Army broadcasters, as well as the audiences of the period, never even realized it.
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