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Critiquing Horror Cinema
Movies for me have always been an escape— to enter a world you wholly fit into as an observer, immersed in the story, following the point of view of the camera as you enter this world at first as an outsider your relationship processing as you become another character fitting neatly into the space created. At least that’s my connection to film, to watch until you're lost in the vision that was created for you until you feel that the world is entirely real, something you’ve experienced first hand. At a young age I was introduced to horror films, perhaps a bit too underage for such stories, I fell deeply attached to the genre, watching movies like Carrie, Candyman, Friday the 13th and Rosemary’s Baby I was enthralled by these characters falling victim to their surroundings as I too felt preyed upon, elements of the things I fear being portrayed to me.
By Alice Monstera5 years ago in Horror
The Cat I Never Got Back
I have always loved cats. I don’t know why, but they just really appeal to me. I adopted a cat not too long ago. I got him from a litter of kittens when a friend’s cat gave birth. I named him Cinnamon, for his dark orange fur. Cinnamon, was always a very playful and energetic cat. He always wanted to play and I had to buy a bunch of toys to keep him entertained while I was away at work. He was friendly too. He would often greet guests at the door and would politely allow people to stroke his soft fur. Although, I hate to admit it, but I don’t really have guests over that often. Cinnamon is probably my closest friend, so it hurts me a lot to see what’s happened to him.
By Hisashi Kurosawa 5 years ago in Horror
Heart Shaped Locket
I wake up to a cold shiver around my feet, I am missing my socks as my bare skin is touching the icy blood. I look up and I see the purple moon over me, and out ahead of me is this long glittery red waterfall with a black and yellow galaxy night view . I can see the stars all glowing a cunning pink yet when I had a glance again at the moon I noticed it was this sapphic blue. I gasped because its beauty hypnotized me. So as I was gazing at the moon in the sky it turned into the shape of a silver heart forming a locket. The Sapphire locket opens and the picture is clear. It is of a woman plus a man. Whom both have a warm welcoming smile, seeming like I have known those two all my life. I am enjoying the soft black sand, so I nestled on my back and closed my eyes. I then wake up officially in my bed while in a warm cozy blanket. With the sun barely peeking in I stare over at my wrist with my fave tattoo a yin-yang symbol with crosses melted a bit. In my mind I ponder if I would ever get the chance to meet those people I had seen in my dream. As I look over to my clock, I let out a mini gasp. I then started rushing a bit to get ready for my job, since I have been working everyday here since I graduated from a trade school a couple of months ago. I really enjoyed my placement there even though my boss seems a bit dorky himself. It was nice to know that I can always make new friends and even meet people on my level of NFG. Which means No F’S Given. I am just thankful I have a cool car to take me there as well. My Shiny 1997 C Impala cruizer to drive even on a cold rainy night. Later that day As my hazel eyes gloss over viewing my watch on the inside of my pale wrist just pondering when my modern day shift will end. My necklace which aggressively pinches me at my neckline because my silver hair gets a little tangled with it, I simply ignore it. Aside from my head feeling faint, my chest with bearable emptiness, to my toes feeling a bit numb from my shoes shamelessly worn down forms years to present today. As I was going to fill up this fluorescent glass jug of ice cold water to serve at table number five who are our regies, which is short for regulars that we call in this Dine-inn. So our regies is this elder gay couple whose names are Coy and Shika Leafiez, I really enjoy those two gentlemen’s company as much as those two seem to really devour our food here like it is an endless buffe. As I started to walk back to table five oddly enough the power went out and our regis at table five seemed shooketh as well as I am. Yet I am somberly relieved in my head being as an over-thinker. I instantly thought, is this the time for an apocalyptic appointment to occur for me to slip into my depressive succulent bed already. I called my manager from my cell phone, who was a 6 foot lengthy man with awesome golden long curly hair who went by Mr. Bossman-Jones, to help me close our Dine-inn called Mr. Jaz early for the night. Over the phone he explained that he was 20 minutes away and he informed me to restock the wine gently into the antique glass fridge we have. Before I could even handle that task- I oddly sensed our regies were in discomfort so I quickly turned towards them and set up a few candles to enlighten the mood I started joking with the couple Leafiez to make them feel at ease since Mr. Jaz doesn't necessarily have windows. Thus for Thyself working many lonesome nights of closing up here it gives off this series of unfortunate events like in an eerie on the edge of your seat type of Horror Film vibe. As the Leafiez laughter compliments upon my cartoonic puns and strange dark-humor They seem to understand what I meant, this sensible satisfaction in that moment alone washed over my brain and made me feel as if they were my long lost parents. Unfortunately for myself I never pried my adoptive parents to tell me about my biological parents, I always sensed an empty-handed axe in my chest still lingering a bloody loss. I shake my head so I Can snap back to and as Both Mr. Leafiez told me I am such a cosmic character, they remarked back with funny and ransom I need my breath back type of jokes. After awhile a lanky shadow from the dark appears like a slick appreciative appetite, "Sincere apologies" a voice echoes throughout the small Dine-inn. We all looked spooked out of our wits, yet with a soft chuckle from seeing our faces, I recognize that it is Mr. Bossman-Jones. In Sync Both Mr. Leafiez and I Bellow out “So Happy To See You Here.” Thus as the gentlemen and I look at each other we just briefly chuckle. I told my boss, “ Hey Sir, sorry i was distracted with our awesome regies an I didn't get to the task you informed me about.” So as he stepped toward me while putting a hand on my left shoulder with a twinkle in his eyes he mentions "Well, You are the best Gift of All, I understand that, I am here now so you can hop to my adorable Bunn". Thus I chuckle back and humbly say "Yes Sir.” He takes over the table with the lovely Mr. Leafiez as I head to the back counter. On a Hungry Stomach I started Reminiscing about when I first started working at Mr. JAz, On my lunch break all I ate was Honey Bunns. Since Holi, the girl next door was a beekeeper and every day I would see her eating a honey bun after working hard on the bees boxing nest full of honey and the wild beehive she kept in the tree of her backyard. I remember a few times she actually got stung from collecting honey. She wasn't allergic though yet I found that out when I had FIRST went into full panicked mode from when I had seen her get stung from a bee, since I had decided to open up my bedroom window that afternoon to let in the cool spring breeze into my room since it was hotter than a cut burn only because my mom, Shoto, doesn’t like to turn on the Air Conditioner in the house. After that moment of me opening up my window I saw her get hurt and without a second thought I had jump out my window and rolled off of my rooftop and then like a cool manic I then quickly ran to my rose bushes pushing through them to immediately jump over my backyard fence like some ninja that is running from a blender that is on fire throwing water blades at them. Holi just stares at me in amazement from what she just saw me do. I then grabbed her right hand gently with my right hand and asked a bunch of questions like ‘Do you feel faint? Do you need water? Should I Call my mom? Are you home alone? I can drive us to the hospital! Does your cat know you're allergic?’ She then calmly placed her left hand on the side of my neck. So then I immediately stop talking and blush. She only says “My cat knows I am not allergic.” I am struck because of how soft and light her voice is. “The bee is stuck?” as I say, “oh yup but it's dead now, sadly they can work their whole lives in stress of trying not to fight.” she responded, without thinking I pulled out the bee then placed it on the wooden table next to us. She is gazing at me with her dark galaxy emerald eyes, with her soft smile I paused. Then I pulled out of my neon cookie monster sweater a band aid while peeling off the coverage for it, I placed the rainbow band aid on her right hand. As her mom said “ AWe Aren’t You Two Such a Cute couple daisies!” while she was standing in the back doorway of her satin blue house. As I got into the state of shock, my hazel eyes had widened so big, that from staring at me Holi began bursting into laughter oddly then it started to morph into a males laugh. I am confused then I shake my head again releasing and coming back to that I was standing behind the counter of the Mr. Jaz and look over seeing My boss laughing at something the Mr. Leafiez had said. I shake my head in disbelief as I open the box, I bellowed out to my boss as I am reading the label on thy boxed "They gave us.. the the wrong.. the wrong Wine again! Sir." My Boss then said, "I swear.” Letting out a sighs* He proceeds “I think that Truck driver Ladyyy is tryna.. purposely get me to call her!" Then In sync the Mr. Leafiez says, " She is always Trucking but yet it's seems like she has found her duckling." my boss was in utter amusement and dropped to his knees and as for I could feel my belly fat melting away from laughing out my esophagus so hard. I was tilted over the counter trying to hold steady. I could even hear the fascinating couple the Mr. Leafiez just wheezing away. I whipped my tears and gulped down some h2o then I busted my knuckles on this box out of anger for the mistake of someone’s mishap. So as I am draping these damped boxes to the back as Those fine gentlemen catered to each other in a mystical conversation. To my convince the glass fridge was slightly opened, I had finished setting these boxes onto the counter next to the antique glass fridge. I therefore opened the box of misplaced wine, a bruised shipment then grabbed a bottle with my right hand. I suddenly realized I was in the mist of shadows in this back room. I calmly get out my phone. Yet as I reached into my right hand pocket with my left hand, I dropped my phone so it hit the ground and my flashlight turned on. So as I am standing there in awe of what is happening, I come back to realizing I am in severe pain evermore since the locket is burning on my chest now. After a minute the heat starts to feel super cold. To me it appears as if this magical Heart locket is melting into my chest for a comfort of peace. It fills that void of me feeling that soberly pain throughout my life. I noticed that ever since I had the locket it was never able to open, yet with the amount of blood i am oozing it opens. I tried to see the images yet my vision went blurry as if I was the one weeping so hard into my pillow from one of those sleepless nights of a depressive episode. I started to fall backwards while letting go of my grip with the bottle of wine as it was clashing against the floor. I heard their footsteps rushing into the back room. I can barely hear them saying somethings yet it just seems like loud noises yet, it all sounds so muffled as if I still have my head in a pillow. Next thing I know is A Quick utter silence shortly then I pass out.
By Raven Sanchez5 years ago in Horror
Heartbr💔ken
They were everywhere....the infected....a direct result of the novel N-2031 virus mixed with nuclear fallout. Who knew trying to eradicate the virus with a tactical nuclear device would not only level the city but also cause the already deadly virus to mutate almost instantly and spread with the fallout. The effects of the fallout were soon global in the form of the infected. These infected are almost pitch black, like unburnt charcoal, with glowing green radiated blood and eyes all side effects of the blast. They hunger. Hunger for the flesh of those surviviors that still remain. It is never sated, they never tire and the only way to stop them is sever trauma to the brain. They are extremely fast and agile and tend to stick to the shadows hunting in packs, seemingly materializing from the shadows as if they themselves were made of them. The squad moved down the street of some town without a name, quickly and efficiently checking doors and alleyways for any infected. Its been 20 years since the bombs and the end of the world. There are still pockets of surviors here and there, their broadcasts heard over the radio channels. Within one group there is said to be a scientist who's blood contains the cure. Its a far fetched hope at best but for the members of the Revival squad it is enough. They are tasked with locating this scientist and bringing her to The Ark, a state of the art facility which houses thousands of survivors and scientists. It is...was...the top secret military facility and ground zero for the N-2031 outbreak, the facility is well lit which seems to keep the infected at bay as light of any kind hurts them. The squad makes its way into what looks to be a shopping mall, or what used to be a shopping mall. This is where the last transmission came from but that was days ago. The squad makes its way to the second floor still being vigilant, but not vigilant enough, suddenly the infected are everywhere. Revival squad is firing wildly in all directions in a panic induced frenzy, all training out the window in favor of self preservation. There are to many....they are gonna die here. The squad leader watches as his men are cut to ribbons until he is the only one that remains. The last thing he sees before he collapses under a pile of radioactive flesh...before the pain starts...is a heart shaped locket, the one he gave to his wife all those years ago,it is the last he sees before she begins to feast.
By Cody Brown5 years ago in Horror
Covid 33
”Just give me the locket!” I fought with my sister over the last thing that connected us to home; the heart-shaped locket our mother wore every day until her dying breath. “Shh here! You’re going to get us killed!!” My little sister exclaimed as we heard something in the distance crash to the ground. Before she could hand me the locket I was already moving. “Come on Stella!!” I grabbed the locket from her hand and shoved it in my book bag and grabbed her by her arm looking right in her eyes daring her to make another sound or hold us up.
By Jerrica Rowan5 years ago in Horror
Survey
The waking nightmare would begin again, but Alex would be prepared. Alex Simmons had no idea how they had taken him or how long he had been here. He did not care. The box was obviously meant to kill him. He lay in a riveted metal coffin, barely wide enough for his shoulders. Instead of ivory satin, though, this coffin had a concave screen, and a dim red light, a malevolent eye watching his every move. To hell with this shit, thought Alex angrily. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, listening for the telltale sounds.
By Eric Wrightson5 years ago in Horror
The Factory
My pen touches the pad as I strain against the fading memories to record such misfortune before it takes me further like it did her. No, I must not think of her, archiving these events are more important than my own sanity; subconsciously I place my hand on the heart-shaped locket around my neck. By tonight, there is no doubt I will be one of the empty. Once these accounts are finished, I am sure to consider my own path to the next world than the one laid before me. Internally hoping and praying that those who find these accounts are able to decipher my hastily scratched words.
By Gabriel Vargas5 years ago in Horror
