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How Chucky's Backstory Avoids Problems of Other Horror Origin Stories
Long-running horror franchises often run the risk of putting out stories that pale in comparison to the original idea. Sometimes, goofier sequels come along, and there might even be one that takes the horror villain into space. But another element that sometimes taints a good brand if it has shoddy execution is the origin story, which can be presented in the form of a flashback, a full-on prequel, or even a remake or reboot that tries to explain too much. However, the Chucky of Don Mancini's slasher franchise avoids such problems, as shown in the 2013 film Curse of Chucky and, more recently, the Chucky TV series.
Steven ShinderPublished 2 years ago in HorrorPatches
I ran into the house and slammed the door behind me. Looking around frantically, I called for my parents. At that moment, I became about four years old in the blink of an eye. My fear congealed in my guts when I realized they weren't home. They were gone, out of town, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow night. That's why I'd been staying at Billy's in the first place. That's why Billy was…
Joshua CampbellPublished 2 years ago in HorrorGarden of doom
Garden of Doom!! Haven’t you heard of it before?! This is really strange, this park is very well known among the inhabitants of this area, well, let me tell you today in detail the events of this terrible story.
Samara BenPublished 2 years ago in HorrorBlack room
Damn that dark room, always closed and smelly, did I tell you about it before, maybe seeing them that day was the reason for what I'm in, tell me why this happens to me, is it because I entered the room that day, tell me doctor, this is how the girl screamed in the face of her psychiatrist So, does seeing strange things and intrusiveness into what does not concern us cause us problems and loss of mind. Today, I present to you a frightening story entitled The Black Room.
Samara BenPublished 2 years ago in HorrorWealth
The crisp air blew leaves onto the floor as Adam walked into his apartment building. He stood for a moment, wiping the outside from his jacket before closing the door, then looked at the wall of brass mailboxes. At eye level, number six glared at him. He unlocked the little square plate to find a stack of envelopes waiting, and he pushed out a long sigh as he snatched them up.
Ben JohnsonPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThe Monocle Man
Chapter 1 – The Phonograph Knock. Knock. Knock. Dave was sleeping in his bed, lying sideways with the quilt draped over his head. He was deep in a dream, standing in a room that was made up 4 bright white walls and 2 further brighter ceilings. A door frame stood in front of him and coming from the room was some form of music. He felt beckoned to the room, so he began walking forward towards the door. The room was his, yet a little altered. Instead of his walls being painted a light blue, it was covered in a vintage-looking wallpaper. A multitude of flowers dressed the walls, each flower brighter than the last. The wallpaper was elegant. The floor was wooden and polished as if it had been scarce of any footsteps for years. The bed was old mahogany, taking up much more room than his smaller single bed did. The quilt was teabag-coloured, crumpled and creasing at the ends. The pillow leaned against the headboard, the middle-crumpled inwards. To the left of his bed sat a large leather rocking chair, made from the same wood as the bed. The leather was bronze, with several dimples where small buttons embedded themselves.
Autumn's Story
"Hi Ray," Autumn said. "Hi..." Ray said. Autumn smiled. "I'm sorry," Ray started, "but I seem to have forgotten your name."
Leanne TarrabPublished 2 years ago in HorrorWhen You Leave...
I have compared sitting in this hallway to a fair purgatory destination for the worst kind of people. A thick and almost nauseating stench of old oak, medicine, and sanitation cleansers waged war on my nasal cavity. The anxiety on this floor alone was enough all by itself.
Yvette CouvsonPublished 2 years ago in Horrormarriage of steel and flesh
Silence. Only broken by the dripping of the pipes above. Darkness. Only wavered by the dim, flickering light that illuminates the concrete room with a soft lambent glow. Scentless. Only substituted with the rancid smell of human waste and the iron scent of blood.
Alyson TriossPublished 2 years ago in HorrorIncomprehensible Nothingness
We don't speak of it. We build entire belief systems to wall out any realistic and sane discussion of it. How can both certainty and ignorance be equally soul-crushing? Simultaneous confidence and fear about the knowledge of the state of the existential fate of the human race, the knowledge of the insanity of the very words and concept. Fear that my words won't survive my death. Fear that my death is closer at hand than even I expected, and the anxiety of needing to but not wanting to find out. Inspired by daily struggles of maintaining a household and a sane and stable front and home for my kids. Fear that, if I do find out, I won't have the strength, courage, the desire to fight for my life, or would even have the need to.
Vulture WriterPublished 2 years ago in HorrorThirst
A tiny ray of light hits my eye, pulling me from a terrible sleep. I turn my head towards the window and open my eyes. Another day. An even day. I look back to the sandstone brick next to my bed and dig my thumbnail into it. Today should be an X day. My fingertips graze over the other marks, twenty-four of them neatly marching along the same brick. Twelve of them with an ‘X’ hovering above. Every other day without fail. X days are the worst and best days all at once.
Sarah DuPerronPublished 2 years ago in HorrorMoving On
Rose observed the white colonial-style home. It looked like a very nice, pleasant home. Most homes in this neighborhood were. The lawn was well-manicured and watered, and it had views of the bay that were far grander than Rose's home. All the neighbors had similar landscaped and tended-to yards. Audis and Lincolns were parked on the street. The South Hill neighborhood was fairly posh. Jackie's old blue Geo Metro looked distinctly out-of-place on the street.
Katt KantackPublished 2 years ago in Horror