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From Hitchcock to Stephen King, a roundup of the who's who in horror; all about celebrities flaunting their loudest screams and most nightmarish scenes.
Melania Trump under fire after posting 'wasteful' Halloween decorations during shutdown
In a year when many Americans are waiting anxiously for food assistance and facing tight budgets amid a lengthy government shutdown, Melania Trump’s Halloween-themed display at the White House drew sharp criticism after her office posted a photo of dozens of pumpkins and fall décor adorning the South Portico. ([People.com][1]) The decorations came at a sensitive time: with millions of Americans potentially losing access to the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) and other food-aid benefits, the post was seen by many as tone-deaf — a vibrant celebration while others suffer in silence. ([thenewdaily.com.au][2])
By Kashif Wazir12 months ago in Horror
100-Word Scary Movie Reviews. Top Story - October 2025.
Down a Dark Hall (2018), Director: Rodrigo Cortes If somebody asks me what this movie is about, I just say, “I have no idea.” I try to look past a low IMDB score because maybe it’s wrong. Down a Dark Hall is a scattered story that makes no sense. The main reason why I watched this film was for its cast. AnnaSophia Robb, Uma Thurman, and Isabelle Fuhrman are all talented actresses. They do their best with a confusing script that was in the dark from when it first began. Rodrigo Cortes had a promising direction and a good story at heart, but not much effort was enforced.
By Marielle Sabbag12 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2 : Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 3 The drive back to the mainland was a tense and silent one. The team, a group of hardened professionals, were now a group of terrified children. The whispers from the lantern room were still in their minds, a constant, low murmur of sorrow and grief.
By Tales That Breathe at Night12 months ago in Horror
Black Phone 2 - A Movie Review
Evil returns in any shape or form. Black Phone 2 rang into theaters again after its 2022 predecessor. After escaping the terrifying captivity, now 17-year-old Finn and his younger sister, Gwen, receive phone calls and experience disturbing dreams about three boys being stalked at a winter camp known as Alpine Lake.
By Marielle Sabbag12 months ago in Horror
Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
SEASON 1 Chapter 1 The sea at Blackwater Point was never truly silent. It was a restless, churning entity, a constant whisper against the cliffs, a low, guttural growl in the hollows of the rocks. But on the night the new keeper arrived, the whispers had a different quality. They sounded like names.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a year ago in Horror
Presence - A Movie Review
Do you feel like something’s watching you? Presence is a 2024 thriller. A family moves into a new house in the suburbs. Each member feels like they’re being watched. This presence grows stronger and stronger, and mysterious things happen.
By Marielle Sabbagabout a year ago in Horror
The Ghost of Room 313
“The Mirror in Room 313” They said Room 313 of the old Crowhurst Motel had been closed for years. But when the storm hit that night, Noah had no choice. Every other room was taken. The manager—a wrinkled old woman with trembling hands—hesitated before handing him the key. “There’s a reason we don’t rent that one out anymore,” she whispered. Noah laughed it off. “I’ll take it. I just need a place to sleep.” He should have listened. The moment he stepped inside, the air felt wrong. It wasn’t just cold—it was still, like the room itself was holding its breath. The walls were faded yellow, the bed crooked, and in the corner stood a tall mirror framed in black wood. It was the kind of mirror that seemed older than the building itself. Noah tossed his backpack on the bed and noticed something strange. The mirror reflected everything… except him. He blinked, stepped closer, and waved a hand in front of it. Nothing. Just the empty room behind him. He felt a chill crawl up his spine. Maybe the light was weird. He ignored it, pulled the curtains shut, and lay on the creaky bed. Rain tapped against the window. Thunder rolled in the distance. Then came the sound. A faint scratching from the mirror. Like nails dragging on glass. Noah sat up. “Hello?” Silence. He turned on the bedside lamp. The light flickered once. In the mirror, the reflection was back—but it wasn’t right. The room looked the same, but the bed was empty. The mirror version of the room had no Noah. Instead, in the reflection, the bathroom door was open. And someone—something—was standing inside. A pale figure, hair matted and dripping wet, its face hidden by the shadows. Noah’s breath caught in his throat. He turned to look at the real bathroom door—it was closed. But in the mirror, it was slowly swinging wider. “Okay, this is not funny,” he muttered. He grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. Empty. The lights buzzed overhead. Water dripped from the faucet even though the sink was dry. When he looked back at the mirror, the figure was closer. It stood behind the bed now, head tilted unnaturally to the side. Noah backed away, heart pounding. Then, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. For a long moment, the only sound was the storm outside. Then came breathing—behind him. Slow. Wet. Labored. He turned, fumbling for his phone flashlight. The white beam cut through the dark—and there was nothing. He spun toward the mirror. The reflection showed him again now—standing in the same spot, shaking. But in the reflection, the figure was right behind him, its mouth stretching open in a silent scream. He dropped the phone. The light hit the floor, flashing wildly. And then, a cold hand touched his shoulder. He screamed. The lights flickered back on. The room was empty. The mirror stood still, cracked through the middle. He didn’t sleep that night. At sunrise, Noah stormed to the front desk, key in hand. “Is this some kind of joke?” he demanded. “What’s in that room?” The old woman just stared at him, her eyes full of pity. “You saw her, didn’t you?” Noah froze. “What do you mean her?” She sighed. “Ten years ago, a girl drowned in the motel’s old pool. Room 313 was hers. Her parents donated that mirror—it was the last thing she looked into before she died.” Noah’s stomach turned. “That’s not possible. I saw—” The woman interrupted softly, “Everyone who stays there sees something different. But it’s always her.” Noah left that morning, vowing never to return. But that night, in a gas station restroom miles away, he looked up at the mirror above the sink— and saw her reflection standing behind him again, whispering through a mouth full of water.On a stormy night, Noah checked into the only room left — Room 313. Inside stood an old mirror framed in black wood. When he looked into it, his reflection was missing. Then came a faint scratching sound, and in the mirror’s reflection, a pale, wet-haired woman appeared behind him. The lamp flickered, the air turned icy, and the mirror cracked as she reached for him. He escaped before sunrise, but later, in a gas station bathroom miles away, her reflection appeared again—whispering through water-filled lips,
By Saeed Orakxaiabout a year ago in Horror
