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Grimoire
Through the pouring rain, I watched as a man exited a taxi and enter the diner in which I was sitting. I looked up from my newspaper in the early morning hours for the man's uncomfortable disposition caught my eye. He was well dressed, of average height and build, but there was something about him that made me uneasy. His average stature was cloaked in a long duster and a dark red shirt with black slacks, all drenched from the rain. He carried with him only a small notebook that seemed to be bound in crude leather. As I felt myself beginning to stare, our eyes met and I quickly diverted my gaze back to my newspaper.
By Josh Pancake6 years ago in Horror
‘Random Acts of Violence’ is a Grisly Critique of Horror Entertainment
The most ingenious line from Wes Craven’s Scream (among many other great soundbites from a continually prescient movie) is Billy Loomis noting, “movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.” Jay Baruchel’s Random Acts of Violence appears to espouse the same ethos as it criticizes horror entertainment, in which we frequently deify true crime killers and fictional murderers instead of those getting terrorized. Think about it: you can quickly think of serial killers like Zodiac, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, and John Wayne Gacy off the top of your head, but naming some of their victims is probably a different story.
By MovieBabble6 years ago in Horror
I play music to the dead, today they played one back.
I’ve always found dead bodies fun to play with. Ever since I was a kid I’ve been fascinated. The way the skin changes colour, and the body deflates like it's been emptied out. How the eyes always creep open the teeniest bit when you really want them to stay shut. It’s creepy, I know.
By Grant Hinton6 years ago in Horror
24/7 Diner
The neon lights reflected in the rain splashed sidewalk and the girl’s boots made squishing noises as she paced. The 24/7 diner was a thirty-minute walk from her house that she walked in a decisive twenty-five. When she got there, standing just across the street and watching the building like it was a living thing crouched in the tangled of limp palm trees, her legs would take her not further. She usually walked this neighbourhood during the day, but in the darkness, unlit even by moonlight and the area too poor to fix the streetlights that had burnt out long ago, there was something sinister about the city she called home.
By S A Riemschneider6 years ago in Horror
Feed Your Fears
The smell of wet cement still permeated his senses and memories. He would never forget that smell, the feeling of damp, cold, starkness. He shook his head as if to clear a dry erase board and pulled his coat tighter over his greasy apron covered chest. This night was his and he wouldn't let any memory flood his excitement. He had been waiting for this and it was going to be most enjoyable. During the day the diner was packed with transients, dockworkers, the occasional mom and pop and teenage rebel. At night the diner became his world. The stars came out and he was the ringmaster of their circus.
By Joy Paschall6 years ago in Horror
Soulful
An old house hidden among ancient trees and rustic landscape would have the mind think, what goes on behind the walls and closed doors? Who has lived there and who lives there now? What stories can be told of its past? They say a house has a soul. Is there one soul or many?
By Rebecca N Hoffman6 years ago in Horror
Vampire in Serbia
Once, when spring was about to give way to summer and the valley was filled with the fragrance of chestnut trees in bloom, I was about to learn a lot about how easy it is to deceive people. Above the town, the intense smell of locus tree flowers threatened to render a person unconscious. The fine scent
By Ana Krstic6 years ago in Horror
With Every Bite
He has probably walked by this place a hundred times or more and never stopped in to eat. Today, however, his stomach is beyond hungry and he needs to refuel. The diner is bright, with a black and white checkered floor, red vinyl booths and bar stools, crisp, white tables and countertop and the jukebox is playing a Buddy Holly melody. He feels like he's stepped into a Norman Rockwell painting. The woman behind the counter looks up, a huge smile lights her face as she welcomes the new arrival and invites him to choose his own seat. Feeling chatty, he opts for the counter and Candy, of course, her name is Candy, brings him a menu. Her giant red hair is motionless as she walks, and he notices her fingers nails are the same colour and also match her lipstick.
By Kaos Spinner6 years ago in Horror
