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The Fall and Rise of a Creeper
I’m never good at starting a discussion about the Jeepers Creepers franchise. There are so many ways to frame that particular conversation and, as someone who has all three movies in his collection, I’m probably having that conversation more than the global average.
By David Spain6 years ago in Horror
50 Spooky Things You Can Do Without Leaving The House
The world is an ominous place to be right now with everyone existing only within the borders of their own home, aside from the traumatising trip to grab essential groceries and the emotional roller-coaster that ensues when they are out of stock. If the global situation unfolding is not unsettling enough for you and you are getting Halloween fever then we have got you covered.
By A. N. Merchant 6 years ago in Horror
The Hotel of 'The Shining'
Mountains surround this not-so desolated hotel that is on the outskirts of the town of Estes Park. It’s a calm, quiet evening at the glamourous Stanley Hotel as it shuts down for the night, and guests return to their rooms. All is well inside the hotel as many would think; but, throughout the night, ghostly laughter emits from children running up and down the halls. People come to this hotel year-round to hear the interesting yet haunting history of this hotel. The Stanley Hotel was built on July 4, 1909, in Estes Park, Colorado by F.O Stanley. It was used as a resort spot for the higher class eastern people and for people to stay that were suffering from pulmonary tuberculosis. Now, the Stanley Hotel is one of the most popular places to visit in Colorado and was made famous by the well-known author, Stephen King after the hotel inspired King for his idea of the novel, The Shining. The hotel is believed to be haunted by what has been reported by guests and a few apparitions have snuck into tourists' photos. I went to this hotel five years ago and I still remember it to this day. I was only lucky enough to see the outside of the hotel and didn't get the chance to go inside, but after me seeing this hotel, I suddenly became obsessed with Stephen King. I have a whole collection of his books including the book that was inspired by this hotel, The Shining. My interest in The Stanley Hotel all started back from a family vacation up to Colorado and during a horseback ride tour, our guide had made mention of this hotel that it was where Stephen King stayed and got his idea for The Shining. Also, the reports of paranormal happenings have caught my interest. This hotel has caused me to develop an obsession with horror books/ movies and also with the paranormal. The Stanley was said to be haunted before King stayed there. It is said that Stanley’s ghost has shown himself numerous times at the reception desk. His wife, Flora Stanley who was a pianist, can be heard sometimes playing music from the piano. There have been sightings and experiences at the Stanley Hotel that I believe to be true, even though I haven’t been inside the hotel to see for myself. It’s funny because I’ve had a few paranormal experiences myself and all were harmless. A stack of cups fell over my kitchen cupboard when I was home alone. Another time a stall door flew open on its own when I was washing my hands. In the Stanley Hotel, the most haunted room of the entire building is room 217. This is the room that Stephen King stayed in with his wife Tabitha in the year of fall of 1974. King had a nightmare about his son running through the halls of the hotel and being chased by a fire hose that strangled his son to death. After King woke up from this nightmare, he went out to the balcony for a cigarette and by the time he finished his smoke, he had the entire outline for his infamous book, The Shining. When King released the work, The Stanley Hotel’s popularity sky-rocketed and people flooded the place to hear the infamous story of Stephen King’s stay. One day, I hope that I will get the chance to venture back to Colorado to fulfill my dream of touring The Stanley Hotel. Maybe if I stay there a night, I might be able to spark up a chilling horror story of my own just like the king of horror himself did.
By Anna Dewispelare6 years ago in Horror
She-Wolf Part One
Last night I was in my room wearing some awful pair of masculine pants, but that mole rat between my legs was tuck thanks to a good pair of panties. I wore a shirt that was something my woman part of me would wear, but I wish I had a good pair of Breasts to make it stand out more. I know I could fight anyone off because of my fists are quick and could knock someone out. My mind knows where to strike, and that will lead to no" Cavemen" messing with me.
By Rayna Quinns6 years ago in Horror
Finders Keypers
Today was another case closed. My name is Jinx. I own a small shop called *Finder's Keypers.* I thought it was cute at the time. My crew and I help find things; not just your average lost dog or stolen car. No, I work with more than just mortals. As one of the daughters belonging to the Guardian of the Gates of the Underworld, I have a wide range of abilities. Not to mention I also have access to different realms, I can confidently say that my business is truly one of its kind. I stationed off in a small neighborhood buried deep in Chicago. You might wonder why a mortal realm if I have access to just about any realm in the known regions. The mortal realm is the most heavily guarded. It's mostly used as a sanction area. It's like the suburbs for demons, witches, Amazons, and any of the other life forms.
By Evan Morones6 years ago in Horror
The Admiral and Miss Pots
The Admiral & Miss. Annie Annie wasn't unattractive, per say, but back in the day plumb woman such as herself weren't greatly sought after, with UN-amazing hair, and not so glittering eyes she had no suitors. But she was a good girl, and loved to take care of the Admirals home. The admiral, was the late great Edmond Fitzgerald. He was a practically a saint in the quaint town of Marsbee. Marsbees was a small coastal community hidden smack dab in the middle of thick engulfing mountains. The forests were so old and so thick it was impossible to travel in the winter months. So the Admiral, and his great ship, The Hennessy kept this small community stocked, fed, and of course in the lap of luxury for those lucky enough to be born in higher society. Like the Admiral himself. A century past, and his family continued to keep the community well. Sadly after his death, no one could use his private office. When his future kin had tried to set up office, things quickly got out of hand. Books would fly from the shelves, and if you starred at the life size portrait that sat above the great stone hearth you would swear he was starring into your soul. Lights would flicker and on a particularly bad evening a 100 year old crystal brandy decanter flew across the desk and shattered against the wall. The family decided it was best to just keep it locked up. But out of respect for the Admiral, they cleaned the room once a month. Until Annie arrived as a housemaid. Unfamiliar with town, let alone the house she simply walked in one day smiled up at the handsome man in the portrait. She curtsied and began to clean the room. All the while talking away to the man in the painting. To everyone's shock and amazement. Nothing happened, nothing flew off the desk, nothing shattered against the wall. Books, they stayed on the shelf. The family stood outside the room, mouths open as they watched the rather unattractive woman cleaning a room that hadn't been open in well over 40 years give or take a nervous maid running in to dust and rush out. Soon the house felt lighter, the more Annie cleaned that room, the brighter the mood in the house. The Fitzgerald family started to have guests again, and as long as Annie continued to clean all was well.
By MoriaCavandish6 years ago in Horror
Etching
Her pliant fingers traced the ink-black epitaph on her left forearm; carefully, conscientiously. Hesitantly? After all was said and done (ironically, not much activity on either front—she was consistently paralyzed by characteristic indecision), she was a creature animated by pure hesitation. Her anxiety palpable and daring enough to ambush her ever-frayed nerves and send them dancing. Dancing perhaps too kind and kinetic a concept; her flayed psyche so adjusted to this timeless choreography of stutter-stepping toward the edge of oblivion but always, and this was damn key ladies and gents of the jury, stopping before the fall. The bondage of lethargy, the weight of inertia, prevented her from advancing from what was and towards what could be.
By Charlyn Arellano6 years ago in Horror
I cut open a lemon and it doesn't look right
One of the things I really missed when I moved overseas was the wet market. It’s not just fresh produce: it’s cats sleeping among mounds of vegetables; cartons of eggs under hanging bunches of dried fish; vendors who recognise you by name and sneak in more vegetables than you ask for if they like you.
By Verity Lee6 years ago in Horror
Movie Review: The Wretched is a Sloppy Horror Mess
The opening scenes of The Wretched follow a teenager arriving at a suburban home for a babysitting job. When she arrives, the home is eerily quiet. She calls her mother and establishes a casual tone. That’s interrupted by a strange noise in the basement. The unnamed babysitter goes to investigate.
By Sean Patrick6 years ago in Horror
The wondering swords men
Alright, so, the incident that has me posting this actually happened to me today, just a few hours ago, but there's a lot of what I believe to be related incidents, so bear with me. My store is haunted. Laugh if you will, but, being an overnighter, I see plenty of fairly unexplainable events. I'm a reasonable person. Yes. I believe in many different supernatural entities, however, I'm also aware that physics is pretty weird in itself. If I can explain something away with logic, I will. It makes the weird things I do see . . . I don't know, less prevalent, therefore less creepy? I'm not sure, I just know the less I see of the supernatural, the better off my day to day mindest is. Now, I've worked 1st, 2nd and 3rd shift at my store. I've been there a depressingly long time for how short my life has been. The store and it's employees are great, but retail is a bitch. I've only ever noticed the weird and creepy in the dark, quiet hours of the night, generally only when there's just the employees in the store. I don't know of it's because things like stuff flying off the shelves at random always seem to have a logical explanation when the store is crowded or if it's because our ghosts only come out at night. Time of day seems like a ridiculous condition to impose on the dead. As previously mentioned, at night things like to fly off the shelves at random. On my very first week of full time overnights I remember hearing a very loud rukus coming from the back of the store. I went to go look at what had happened to find one bottle out of a package of our nutritional shakes, broken and leaking everywhere, at the opposite end of the aisle. Just for reference that's a good 28 feet in difference. It was like someone had plucked it out of the package and tossed it towards the front of the aisle. No one had entered the store in a little over an hour. We had no pharmacy waiters(not that it would have taken my pharmacist an hour to fill a script), no time wasters, no teenagers, or long shopping customers in the store. Just the employees. My manager had been in the office doing paperwork. The door leading into the office is heavy. I can hear it close from the opposite side of the store and when I poked my head into the office to find him, there he was, hunched over the store's cash reports. He had asked be what I needed when I walked into the office. I told him what happened and shrugged and said, rather nonchalantly, " Oh, yeah, I'm pretty sure the store is haunted by several things. Most people here think I'm crazy. They seem mostly benign, if occasionally annoying." "Mostly benign?" Another shrug. "There's one that likes to watch people. I get the feeling I'm being watched all the time here in the office. I few other people have noticed it at night to. The break room is worse. I've also had some pretty nasty, weird near misses." I soon found out what he meant. Things firmly planted behind a guard would end up 2 aisles over. Keeping holiday merchandise on the risers in the wee hours is a nightmare and when I got promoted I noticed the feeling of being watched while I was in the office as well, except, I'd get it the stockroom and in the back hallway by the break room and bathrooms as well. Things you set down in the stockroom would end up in the photo lab, when you hadn't been in the lab all night. Sometimes stuff would go missing altogether. I had a set of keys that you could see me very clearly set down on a counter in the cameras in the store. When I looked back at our records, you never see anyone pick them back up or even approach the area in the time I left them there. They just disappeared. Then the truly creepy things started happening. Things started flying at me. Once i had an alarmingly tall stack of 2 liters almost fall on me. Cleaning up that mess was a nightmare and took way too long. Things set solidly and levelly on the top of the middle deck would teeter in my direction. Ladders, which had been planted flat, and firmly on the ground, would shift precariously. I've had too many close calls to count. Once, while pulling stock in the back the ladder shuddered and felt like it was a bout to tip over, sideways. I lost my foothold and stumbled down several steps, heart racing. I eventually caught myself on the overstock bay I'd been pulling crap out of but not before I caught my wrist on one of the edges on the way down. It stopped my momentum, but broke my wrist. Another moment was when I was on our tallest ladder putting things up top for storage. I set the box I was carrying down and the ladder lurched forward and began to tip over. My brain short circuited and I reacted before I could think past, "Dying at work is a miserable way to go." I jumped the couple feet from the ladder to the middle deck. Stunned, I turned around and watched as the ladder clattered to the ground. When my brain caught up to what happened I sat down on the middle deck, shaking. Somehow my cashier hadn't managed to hear the noise and I'd had to call the front of the store with my cell phone when I finally managed to calm down. She laughed at me for being clumsy and I didn't bother to correct her. Most of my coworkers thought I was crazy for insisting the store was haunted too. My most recent and scariest encounter puts me in a situation OSHA(shhhh, no tattling and just to cover my bases, no, this is not a safe activity. If you're stupid enough to follow my example, especially after this story, I refuse to be held accountable if you hurt yourself. Consider yourself warned.) would definitely not approve of, but I've never before had an incident like this, so I never saw the harm to it. To elaborate, my store is in the possession of 2 gray double decker carts on wheels. They're made out of that light weight, fairly durable plastic. It is my habit during our holiday season to climb up on the larger of the 2 and pull myself along the risers as I'm stocking and putting up merchandize. It's much easier, since I can put the product I need off to the side of me and roll myself from one end of the riser to another. The constant up and down to shuffle the ladder along problem is solved. These double deckers are fairly stable and the wheels lock into place once you're stationary. Fairly easy to maneuver and given my history with ladders, I always felt safer using the double deckers in lieu of ladders. I was putting out some Christmas merchandize up onto the risers that we had gotten on our most recent truck. I had paused for a moment to look towards the front the store. The doors had opened and I was wanting to see who walked in. I was standing stationary, no movement in my part. The cart was stable and hadn't budged from where I parked it with I had been bending down to grab the items off my cart. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my casher, Tabitha, suddenly book it up the aisle. I was wondering what she was doing when the carts front wheels lurched sideways, as though someone had shoved it, hard. I had your traditional hokey slow mo flash of my impending doom. I feel forward and hit my head hard on the riser, only to keep falling. With the speed of the cart my knees would have caught the edge and I believe I would have smacked my head on the hard tile floor first. I grabbed desperately for the riser, managed to get my fingers curled around the edge and the cart stopped and stabilized. I felt a hand grab one of my pant legs, which slowed my movement. I managed to regain my balance when my palm finally connected with the riser. I immediately sat down on the cart. My legs were wobbly at the sudden burst of adrenaline. I was shakey for a good hour afterwards. Tabitha told me she suddenly had a really bad feeling and was rushing up to tell me that she didn't think me climbing all over the cart was a good idea. She caught the cart just before it pulled my feet out from underneath me. Bless that woman.
By Fidji Verana6 years ago in Horror
