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The 10 Scariest 'Are You Afraid Of The Dark?' Tales
Nickelodeon was a much different channel back in the 90s. Millennials like me who grew up in the decade no doubt remember the abundance of awesome television game shows, comedy shows, and shows aimed at teens. One such inclusion that caused us younger kids to sleep with the lights on was Are You Afraid of the Dark?
By Jenika Enoch7 years ago in Horror
The Life of Rue O'Day
The car stopped at a huge house surrounded by forests. My mother, Violence, and I got out of the car, and followed the thin path up to the house. On the door was a big knocker, which was carved in the shape of a weeping angel. The door itself was intricate and beautiful, with intertwining swirls and patterns. In truth, it reminded me of a church or cathedral. Everything seemed to be judging me, its peering eyes peeking into my soul. I didn't want anyone to see into there. I grabbed onto the back of my mother's dress. She brushed off my hands, and ushered me away.
By Anarchy Knight7 years ago in Horror
The Life of Rue O'Day
There's a strange thing about hiding underneath the blankets. There's a sense of safety, even when there is none. We feel safe, because we believe we are unseen, even if we aren't. There's a sense of safety in being invisible. Then there is companionship. We feel safe in numbers even though we should feel more like cattle being led to the slaughter. I hold on to Violence tight to my chest underneath the blankets, and feel that false safety and think, are we ever safe? Another thing that tricks you into feeling safe is silence. That long terrifying silence that feels like the ending of a storm to find that it has truly begun. Silence was in that hospital room even over the thumping of my heart and my heavy breathing there was silence. Yet then there's the heat. The heat of another being that makes companionship, but I didn't have that. I had fire.
By Anarchy Knight7 years ago in Horror
Weird Weekday Movies: 80s Anthology Horror 'Chillers'
In the world of horror, the anthology film is a frequent source of ghoulish fun. Usually comprising a handful of amateur efforts from unknown directors with an abundance of gore on their mind. However, for every VHS and Creepshow success, there are lesser-known "gems" that also have helped carve out this niche sub-genre of horror. I actually would love to write more on the subject of anthology horror and its impact on cinema, but for now I'm going to pick a specific one that has recently come to my attention. A movie that, quite frankly, is trash of the lowest order and makes no apology for it. So read on as I introduce you to 1987s Chillers, and explain why it needs to be seen to be believed.
By Matt Loftus7 years ago in Horror
Why 'Repo! The Genetic Opera' Is The Best Musical You've Probably Never Seen
Very rarely do we see the words "horror" and "musical" in the same sentence, but it's not something that has never happened before. After all, we've had hits such as The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, The Phantom of the Opera, and Little Shop of Horrors.
By Jenika Enoch7 years ago in Horror
Why You Should All Be Listening to "The ParaPod"
"The ParaPod" is a comedy podcast all about the paranormal, which is hosted by comedians Ian Boldsworth (the artist formerly known as Ray Peacock) and Barry Dodds. Basically they both have the same task, to convince each other of their beliefs. Barry believes in ghosts, whereas Ian doesn’t. Sounds intriguing, right? So why should it become your go-to podcast? Well, I’ll try to convince you.
By Craig House7 years ago in Horror
The Scariest Thing About Modern Horror Is That It Stigmatizes Disabilities and Mental Illness
There is really no denying that the "grotesque" has always been an important aspect of the horror genre. In both TV and film, creators have played on our superficiality as a culture. Seeing a deformity or rare disease often makes us uncomfortable, and it can amplify up the creep factor if utilized properly.
By Jenika Enoch7 years ago in Horror
Marionette
My whole life I’ve lived like this, hung by strings attached to my fingertips, arms, legs, toes, and head. During the day I hang freely, and swing with the gentle sea breezes that pass by. To my left and right are the other dolls, just like me. We are painted exquisitely, with smiles that stretch from ear to ear and sparkling eyes of all colors, mine is purple. Our synthetic hair is groomed to perfection and our gowns are made from the finest silkworms in Japan. I’m made of porcelain with black hair that flows down to my hips in tight curls with a silver crown that sits atop my head. My purple eyes are complemented with a blue eyeshadow that matches my princess dress. Next to me are clowns, princes, princesses, goddesses, and animals.
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Horror
Nails
I’m slipping back into a state of consciousness, I’m gripping onto reality. It feels like I’m spinning in a vortex of hyperreality, these colors are so vivid and lovely. Why does no one visit me? Why is my grave so empty? Why does no one visit my grave anymore? This deep sadness weighed on my mind as my eyes fluttered open. I lay there silent for a moment, and it feels as if the tears are welling up over this; why will no one come to visit me? It seems as if hours go by when suddenly I am awakened by the thought that I am living. I shoot up in my bed, peering at the soft sunlight shining in through my window. I’m staring at my fleshy hands now, how peach. Whose grave was I sad over? I can still see the dead grass and dirt with a grave marker, no flowers, no name, nothing. I dreamt of nothing, just of this sad memory stuck inside my mind. I’m thinking that maybe someone visited me in my sleep, someone used my humanness to remember theirs. But who? A voice from the past? Or just a simple no one? Aren’t we all just simple no ones though? I sat up out of bed, and started to change into my clothes. I rushed out of the house as I began walking to the cemetery close to my home. I’m hoping to find a resolution there. The sun shone brightly today, the world seemed so alive and happy, who wouldn’t want to live in a world like this?
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Horror
I'm Sorry I Let You Down
Allan Crawford was running on the campus as if he was being chased. In reality, he received a call that one of his visitors, a student by the name of Emily Bennett, had an incident involving sinking herself in the pool usually occupied by the college's swim team all with the knowledge that she couldn't swim. He started with a professional composure as he received the call that she wouldn't be able to come visit him or go to her other classes for the day, but he didn't even go through the entire phone conversation before rushing to the nurse's office where he was certain Emily would be.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Horror
What I Can't Give Up
Friday, June 18, 2106 6:24 PM I walked down the sidewalk with a half-smoked cigarette in my left hand. I could smell a smokey summer barbecue cooking nearby. How nice is that? To have family or friends come over and spend time together during summer... Oh, but does "summer" even exist anymore in this utopia-like Hell? The smell of cooked meat absorbed into my nostrils as I took a long drag out of my cigarette. I could hear laughs and loud voices. Truly, how nice is that? I fondly remember all the best things about being a human. FUCK. Something just hit me on the back of my head. I turned around and noticed a nice young lady in a yellow dress standing in front of me. Her red hair was wet from swimming and hung above her pale shoulders.
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Horror
