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One Park, Two Perpetrators
To anybody besides scary men, Have you ever wondered what would happen if you lay in a park all night, alone? What the probability of getting killed or snatched is? Here’s a convoluted thought process: you’re the main character, and often main characters like to look out of windows melodramatically at the rain while a Billie Eilish song plays. They also like to go on walks at night. It gives you that solace of quietude and self. But funnily, you’ve never done that. Why? Because you’d likely get kidnapped or assaulted. So, the solution pondered hypothetically upon is this: what if you were the murderer, peeker, kidnapper? If you act the craziest, does that make you untouchable? And more interestingly: what happens when one perpetrator comes across another - if that ever does happen? Do they team up? Kill each other? Battle to see who encompasses more lunacy? Or tragically, but audience-vouched for, discuss what it was that’d brought them to this bare-of-beloved brink?
By VontVillain2 years ago in Horror
It's not easy to live with a Ghost
Moving Day Back in the early 2000's my husban, kidsand I moved in to a four bedroom house located in the suburbs. The excitement of moving in to our own home after a four year break living with family members was an absolute blessing. Not that we did not enjoy living with family but its not the same as having your own home. We had lost our condo a four years prior to that so family helped us out and I believe we got a little too comfortable.
By Letty Castaneda2 years ago in Horror
The Philadelphia Experiment
The events of October 28th, 1943 are often debated as facts being covered up or a hoax. On that date The USS Eldridge was reportedly seen in the Naval Shipyard in Philadelphia before it vanished and reappeared after supposedly being teleported to a Naval facility in Norfolk, Virginia. The aftermath of this teleportation resulted in sailors becoming sick, left with burns, onset of mental illness and some even became fused to the ship. Supposedly, after the experiment all the sailors onboard were brainwashed so they would not recall the events. So, you may be wondering if all the sailors were brainwashed how did anyone find out? Well two “sources” of the events slowly shared their stories.
By Jake Thomas2 years ago in Horror
The Guest, review
Being autistic I never had any friends, it is just hard to get people to understand you: especially with high functioning autism that I have so my ONLY SOLICE after the merciless bullying I received was to go home and watch movies with the dream of being a critic. I was always that guy who would come out of the movies picking apart every detail, for instant in the new matrix movie a dead give away Neil Patrick Harris is the villian would be his glasses they are blue and the blue pill is the pill that keeps people in the matrix, he talks with a soft even tone much like every other villian towards Neo and he is the secondary face shown in the trailer, so with those I had a 99% positive rate that he would be the villian before it even came out in theaters. Anyway in this article what I really want to talk about is the little guy. Sure there are many people running reviews on big name films but why not throw the little guy a bone once in a while after all even the small dogs deserve a treat, I mean not every show dog has to be big.
By SnickersWriting2 years ago in Horror
Hiding in the Dark
My mom was terrified of the dark. She always had a light on in any room she went into. Night lights were her lifeline. Every room in the house had at least one light, and she would always stay in the path of the brightest ray until someone could turn on the overhead. Hell, even the attic had a few lights in the sockets. I couldn't tell you the last time she was up there, though. She always made Dad go up, armed with a flashlight. He never seemed as scared as she did.
By Jordan Horter2 years ago in Horror
Little Human
I remember the first time my sister brought her home. She was cute, agile, light on her feet, and the new delight of the household. I remembered how I wanted her to warm up to me as quickly as possible, but that wasn’t likely to happen on my schedule, but on hers. I would always want her attention, and how I would desire her to come to me and follow me. Yet, as I stated before, she did that on her own time and not on mine. I would have to learn to enjoy her company, and that when she would want to have our personal space overlap, that she would approach me.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Horror
Serialized Story: Reality Check Part 2: Level 1
Part 2: Level 1 Chapter 2: New Findings At this point, my nerves were still haywire from the shock of waking up to an unfamiliar place, my interactions with the figure, and straight up fear of the unknown. The figures' quick reappearance shook my senses even more. My hands were shaking, my breath ragged, and my body felt like jello. I hadn’t heard any sound coming from the other rooms since I stepped out into the hallway, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t danger beyond what I currently saw. In the room where I had woken up, there was safety in knowing that there were four walls and a door between me and the outside, but danger could have been around any corner.
By Victoria Ward2 years ago in Horror
The 2015 Horror Film ‘The Invitation’ Modernizes the Philosophies of Memento Mori
Impressions of the Film I've loved The Invitation (2015) since the first viewing and have gone back to rewatch it at leisure. But I wanted to take today to go over what meaning and discovery I find within this modern cautionary tale of death, grief, and how the desire to live is also how we all live with death at any moment. But to quote the RogerEbert.com 2016 review:
By Fiona Percival2 years ago in Horror
Escape from the Wishing Falls
It all seems like a blurry dream. This morning I set out to look for my lost brother. Now I am lost myself. Nothing seems real as I walk through the clearing and towards the waterfall, towards the chilling yet sweet voice of the blonde woman in the lake. I hear her voice but I can't make out the words, my bare feet get swallowed up by the tall grass with every step I take. Nothing is right, my mind is in a fog, pain keeps shooting through my right leg, everything is so hard to focus. I walk and I walk but the lake gets no closer and the woman's song never becomes more clear. Every inch I move forward is harder than the last, but I know deep inside me I have to reach the waterfall.
By Frank English2 years ago in Horror
Bloodlust
The song referenced in this short story is "Seven Devils" by Florence + The Machine. The video is below. Alan was a bit late on the brakes and his Toyota pickup hit the bushes at the front of the parking spot. He couldn’t even sit up straight, all of his concentration bent on simply staying conscious. Drenched with sweat, the rash on his arms was on fire. His head was pounding. His hands were like boulders and felt swollen like red balloons. The fever had come out of nowhere, and it was a fever he hadn’t suffered from in thirty years.
By Anthony Stauffer2 years ago in Horror