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Vampire
"I want to suck your blood!" Famous vampire movies saying, but where did vampires come from, how did it get started? In the beginning, when some thought of blood drinking entities was demons because they are known eating flesh and drinking the blood of their victims. But for vampire myth it originated in the Medieval period, Walter Map a writer and William of Newburgh a English historian had recorded some accounts they had heard about revenants, this is believed to be a corpse that was revived from death to haunt the living. One story they wrote was about a man who fled from York to avoid being arrested from something and he got married. At some point in his marriage he got jealous of his wife, he thought she was messing with another man, so he decided to hide in the rafters in their bedroom to catch her in the act. But it turned to the worse for him, he fell to the floor and died a couple of days later. He was given a Christian burial but was not worthy of it, the day after his funeral, the wife claimed that he came back and tried to assault her for several nights. So, frightened she went to her family to tell them what was going on, but this started terror for her family as well. The consulted with the bishop of Lincoln and the remedy for this situation what they done was dig up the corpse and cremate it. But to the archbishop it was sacrilegious to do that to the body, so they suggested to order a scroll of absolution to be placed on the dead man's chest, which proved for it to be successful.
By The Great Unknown From the South6 years ago in Horror
EDITORIAL: Just What the Hell is ‘Antropophagus’?
In 1980, director Joe D’Amato made a movie called Antropophagus (aka Anthropophagus) (aka The Grim Reaper), and it’s quite... unique. It’s not unique in the way that surreal horror like Hausu or Eraserhead is; more so in its execution. I’ll elaborate on that shortly.
By Will Lasley6 years ago in Horror
THE BUG
Who would have thought that I would see the damn bug? But I did. I swear I did. When I walked into the kitchen, it was there, standing on the can of soup that was to be my meal for that night. It had been delivered the day before with some other items by the grocery store. Since I am compelled to stay inside, I do my shopping through the internet. You know, when one fight with his computer for hours to create a list of what he needs. And he must wait a week to get the stuff dispatched where he lives. Only to realize that half of what he asked for is missing.
By Jean Lagacé6 years ago in Horror
Open Grave review
As the quarantine drags on quality entertainment becomes as hard to find as 2-ply toilet paper. I’m lucky in that my tolerance for B-list thrillers/horror flicks seems to be higher than the average viewer. With that being said, I had initially put this on for background noise to fall asleep. Being a low-budget movie I’ve never heard of, my expectations were inherently low. Usually these type of films are riddled with predictable plot lines, poor audio and/or visual quality and even worse acting. With critic reviews all over the place ranging from a 6.2/10 on IMDB, an 85% approval rating from Google users, to receiving a measly 13% on Rotten Tomatoes, it’s hard to know what you’re going to get. Usually one to side with the all powerful RT, this was a surprising little gem.
By Reptile Dysfunction 6 years ago in Horror
Hitchhiker
Zeke Daniels let the cool breeze from the open window blow through his hair as he drove along the empty Nebraskan highway. He felt completely and utterly alone, in the good way. He fiddled with the radio until he found a clear enough station. Hurt by Johnny Cash played through the old radio piercing the quiet in the old Chevy pickup truck. Zeke had turned thirty last week, but he felt older. His hands were calloused and weathered from a lifetime of work. His father had been dead for a long time, and he hadn’t seen his mother since he had run away at 16 years old. He didn’t often smile, but in times like this when he was alone on the road just him and a good song he struck a grin. Zeke had had a good weekend. He felt in the mood for smiling.
By Shannon Devine6 years ago in Horror
My Review of "Slaughterhouse Rulez"
Slaughterhouse Rulez blends a lot of familiar movies but I'm not sure if it melded quite as well as they were expecting. Still this is an enjoyable film to kill some time if you're looking for something to watch. In theory it should have worked really well but some of the scenes fell flat. Maybe it's because I've seen the scenes done better in other movies.
By Brian Anonymous6 years ago in Horror
Creepy Creatures and Myths #3: The Aatxe: Fiery, Shapeshifting Bull of Basque Mythology
The Aatxe [pronounced AH-ah-cheh] is a "Young Bull" spirit in Basque mythology. Although commonly known for adopting the form of a fiery red bull, the Aatxe is a shape shifter that has taken additional forms, such as a dragon or even a man. The mythological creature is said to inhabit caves or hollows. Although it is said to stalk the earth, dragon mythology lends itself to imagining the Aatxe flying. Also, because of its shape shifting ability, one freely wonders if the Aatxe truly has a gender identity in any strict sense. Then again, so much of about mythic creatures will tend to go unexplained, which is why the public imagination fills in the gaps.
By Wade Wainio6 years ago in Horror
Immortal Love
Lucia, in her black dress, was always mourning her husband. He had died of some mysterious disease. The doctor’s could not figure it out, really. It was finally said that he died of some type of rabies. She didn’t care about any explanation. She was overwhelmed with his sudden absence after a flurry of madness with his behavior right before losing his life.
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Horror
Skin
I can’t touch the silver bell anymore. Every time my fingers touch it, it feels charged. There’s an energy that runs through it, and when my hands hold it, there’s almost like a shock that runs up through my arms. Sometimes I will pick it up and see how long I can hold it, before having to drop it from discomfort. Now it sits in front of me on the table, it’s once shiny silver body now tarnished from lack of cleaning. I used to rub it, before the thrum in my fingertips became too strong. I’m not able to clean it anymore.
By Bri Tomlin6 years ago in Horror
Living the dream
Carole finished her essay and breathed out, puffing out her cheeks. She swigged the last of her cold coffee and rested her forehead on her hands, pulling her unwashed hair away from her face. She was utterly exhausted. But the essay was done, finally.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Horror
