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Jigsaw (2017) Review
John Kramer, otherwise known as the Jigsaw killer, has become the most recent iconic horror slasher icon. In 2004, horror fans across the world witnessed the beginning of a legacy that would end up spanning more than a decade. As Freddy and Jason ruled the 80s, and Ghostface ruled the 90s, Jigsaw ruled the 00s.
By Jason Pitts7 years ago in Horror
Strangers In The Night
Drool fell from his grimacing smile, landing on the bare chest of his latest female victim, just before the knife blade sliced across her breasts. If she could have screamed, she would have, but with no tongue and a gag in her mouth, it was hopeless. The back alley street light lit up her black and blue face, showing the horror in her eyes while her body trembled violently between his legs. That was enough for him. The joy of it all made him tremble and giggle with delight. This time the blade sank deep into her chest, breaking her rib cage as it entered, releasing a stream of hot steaming blood that pooled then ran down her white skin towards her belly button. Her body jerked once. The blade was pulled out. His right index finger went into the wound and then pulled out, dripping with blood all over his hand. He put it in his mouth for a moment then sucked on it, savoring every drop. The first taste is always so sweet! She was totally still now. He felt for a pulse that was gone. He closed her eyes and gave her a kiss on the lips as his way of thanking her for her love and his release. With the beam of the flashlight that laid on the ground next to him, he admired his artistic statement one last time. Before he got up off her he cut off her left ear as a reminder of the good time they had together. He put in his trophy pouch that was attached to his belt. Putting the knife back into its sheath, he gingerly picked up her body, carrying it over to the dumpster by the wall of the restaurant's back door, all the while whistling “You Are My Soul And Inspiration.” He lifted the lid and put her in among the trash. With the lid closed, he went back to see if he had left any telltale things behind.
By Jeff Bardeau7 years ago in Horror
I Made a Wrong Turn
Fresh, cool air fills your lungs as you trek through the seemingly never ending expanse of brown and green. The warm sunlight filters through the leaves on the various massive trees surrounding you and the sweet, earthy scent of decay and plant life pleasantly tingles your senses. The river nearby rushes past like cars on the freeway, yet it's subtle, calming sound puts you at ease. Birds sing high up in the treetops and the chatter of squirrels can be heard as your feet lead you to a destination only your heart knows.
By Nova R Nyx 7 years ago in Horror
Movie Review: 'Saw 3D'
In what was thought to be the final installment of the Saw films all seemed to finally come clear to me about this oddly brilliant horror franchise. The murderous Jigsaw, played by Tobin Bell, is the vengeful Old Testament God and his victims are the sinners being delivered through anguish and deciding whether they will repent and live on or die horribly. Biblical scholars can take issue if they like. It’s a loose metaphor but it fits.
By Sean Patrick7 years ago in Horror
Help (Part 1)
An ending seems so far away, until it happens. Regret? Remorse? Reflection. Memories of happier times, broken hearts, and tears of laughter. Memories of growing up. Mum and Dad how they should be. How a family should be, and what it was like growing up. You were happy, young, and free. Fond memories of weekends away with your parents in a tiny caravan in the middle of nowhere, dreading getting a shower because of all the creepy crawlies lurking in the corners of the communal bathrooms. Watching the news at 6 o'clock with your mum and dad next to you to keep you secure and warm. Excited for the next day just to see them again.
By Josh Swales7 years ago in Horror
'Halloween' (1978): An Appreciation
I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding; and even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil."
By Carlos Gonzalez7 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Review of 'Housebound (2014)'
Yeah, this was a pretty cheeky movie. I can appreciate that about horrors that also want to be comedies, though it's very dry humor and isn't for everyone. I think the cast and crew were from New Zealand. I'm not fully positive about that, but they definitely had the dry humor that would typically go with the region.
By Reed Alexander7 years ago in Horror
8 Podcasts That You Should Never Listen to in the Dark
Everyone loves a scary story. We watch horror movies, read countless Stephen King novels, and subscribe to Reddit threads such as No Sleep just for that tiny, primal thrill. But everyone has a limit, a line that's drawn by the sliver of light underneath the bedroom door. The dark ignites all of our deepest fears, and listening to a scary story while swathed in it is liable to get you a ticket on the Nightmare Train. But if you're one of those people who relishes forced insomnia, here are eight podcasts that you should never listen to in the dark.
By Skylar Banach7 years ago in Horror
H'ween Horrorthon: 'The Shining' (1980)
"I'm not gonna hurt you. Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in! Gonna bash 'em right the fuck in!"— Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance to his on-screen wife, Wendy, played by Shelley Duvall
By Carlos Gonzalez7 years ago in Horror
Night Shift
The echo of her four--inch stilettos bounced from wall to wall in the dark corridor, the musky smell of damp trying to overpower her liberal spray of Chanel perfume, her crisp white lab coat displaying her name in blood red embroidery on the left breast pocket. She pushes hard on the double doors and blinks in the bright florescent light shining overhead in the hospital basement. She stops to take in the sight in front of her, ten standard hospital beds all lined up against the far wall looking like white marble dominoes laid flat. The room was an average size operating theatre and held all the equipment you would expect in such. She got to work reading each file slowly to ensure she had all the information needed. Each bed held a male ranging in age from 18 up to 70 and they all looked petrified, as most patients do in hospitals.
By Michelle Bridges7 years ago in Horror