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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.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975): A Cult Classic
Let’s do the time warp again! The Rocky Horror Picture Show thrilled the big screen in 1975. When their car breaks down in a storm one night, engaged couple Brad and Janet stumble upon the castle of the eccentric Dr. Frank-N-Furter. What follows is a night of chaotic events and self-discovery.
By Marielle Sabbagabout a year ago in Horror
If Ed Gein Lived in 2025, Would He Still Be a Monster? by NWO Sparrow
When the Closet Turns Into a Coffin: The Real Horror Behind Ed Gein and America’s Fear of Gender Ryan Murphy has never been afraid to walk us through America’s darkest corridors. With his new Netflix series Monster: The Ed Gein Story, he’s about to pull us into the heartland of mid-century Wisconsin, where repression and religion built the kind of monster only small-town America could produce. The horror of Ed Gein’s story isn’t just in the grave-robbing, skin suits, or mutilated bodies found in that isolated farmhouse. It’s in the way America taught men like Gein to hate themselves long before they learned how to harm others.
By NWO SPARROWabout a year ago in Horror
Netflix Spins a New Hit with Monster series
Netflix subscribers have come a long way. Long ago we waited for our DVD to arrive in the mail to watch the latest flick. Then RedBox took over the new movies on DVD point of interest, and Netflix evolved into a subscription channel for anyone who could download the app or add the channel to their cable package. While some Netflix subscribers who are into Horror and Fantasy shows may still be patiently awaiting another season of "The Witcher" or "Stranger Things" (like me) we've had to find other shows to get on with, and I found the Monster series on Netflix an acceptable replacement along with "Wednesday" (the girl from the Addams family) which only aired 16 episodes at 2 seasons. Fans into Goth Theater like this kind of stuff, and Halloween lovers tend to enjoy the Horror Genre. It seems that Netflix is carving out a niche in the Horror and Fantasy genres by serving their subscribers a buffet of spooky entertainment. I'm satisfied, and applaud the Netflix Big Dogs for switching to Fan Servitude over stuff like "13 Reasons Why" which was simply too controversial.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Horror
When the Grave Called...
The air in Blackwood Cemetery was perpetually cold, even on the warmest summer nights. Elias Thorne, a solitary man of thirty-five, felt that chill deep in his bones as he locked the iron gates, the metallic clang echoing like a gunshot in the silent expanse of headstones. He was the groundskeeper, a title that sounded far grander than his actual job: spending his nights ensuring no mischief was done amongst the dead. Tonight was different. It was the anniversary of the infamous "Mourning Massacre," a century-old legend involving a freshly buried bride who supposedly dragged her pallbearers into her grave. Elias, a skeptic by nature, usually scoffed at such tales, but the silence tonight felt heavier, thicker—as if the ground itself was holding its breath. He was making his final round past the mausoleums of the old city elite when he heard it. It wasn't a sound you could place, more like a pressure against the eardrums, followed by a sound that defied logic: a whisper. It was faint, muffled, yet distinctly human. Elias stopped beside the newest section, where the earth was still raw and unsettled. He shone his powerful flashlight over the rows of fresh mounds. The beam landed on a simple, unassuming headstone with a recently carved name: LILA. She had been buried only three days ago. The whisper came again, a desperate, rasping plea. "Help... me..." Elias froze. His skepticism was battling a rising tide of pure, primal terror. This wasn't some trick of the wind or a hallucination born of fatigue. The sound was coming from under the ground. Specifically, from the grave of Lila. He forced himself to take a step closer, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Who's there?" his voice croaked, barely audible. The grave answered. This time, it wasn't a whisper. It was a clear, terrified scream, followed by frantic, scratching sounds, like fingernails desperately clawing at wood and dirt. "I'm alive! They... they buried me!" A cold sweat broke out on Elias's forehead. Catatonia? A cruel, unimaginable medical error? He had to act. He dropped his flashlight, which rolled and settled with the beam pointing directly at the mound of dirt. He scrambled to find the small, emergency shovel kept in the utility cart. As he grabbed the handle, a different sound emerged from the disturbed earth—a low, rhythmic thudding, like a dull hammer striking the casket lid from the inside. Elias jammed the shovel into the loose soil, scooping dirt away with furious, panicked energy. With every scoop, the voice grew louder, the plea more desperate, fueling his impossible task. He dug until his hands were raw and blistered, until he could feel the solid wood of the coffin just inches beneath the surface. Then, the voice changed. The screaming stopped. The frantic scratching ceased. A profound, unnatural silence fell upon the cemetery, broken only by Elias’s ragged breathing. Elias paused, leaning on the shovel, tears of exhaustion and horror streaming down his grimy face. "Lila? Are you there?" The answer came not as a cry for help, but as a chillingly calm, low chuckle. "You should have listened, Elias," the voice murmured, now sounding deeply resonant, ancient, and wrong. "You should have just left me to rest." Elias stumbled back, dropping the shovel. The soil on the grave began to move, not from his digging, but from a pressure pushing up from below. The fresh mound began to crack, the dirt sloughing off to reveal something stark white and polished beneath. A large section of the casket lid burst upward with a sickening splintering sound. Elias didn't wait to see what emerged. He didn't wait to see the face of the woman who was not meant to be disturbed. He turned and ran, the chilling laughter following him like a physical presence. As he fled toward the gate, he heard a final, malevolent whisper carried on the night air: "Now, you’re the only one who knows the grave calls back. And soon... it will call for you." He threw open the main gate and fled into the city streets, leaving the cemetery open, the fresh grave gaping, and the iron gates swinging—a silent invitation for the things that did not belong to the land of the living. He never returned to Blackwood. But every night, just before the clock struck midnight, Elias swore he could hear a faint, desperate whispering on the wind, calling his name. He knew the grave had not finished its conversation.
By Noman Afridiabout a year ago in Horror
The Funhouse (1981): How Dean Koontz and Tobe Hooper Told Two Very Different Carnival Nightmares
Two siblings of the same horror story Tobe Hooper’s The Funhouse (1981) and the paperback novel published one year earlier under the pseudonym Owen West (later revealed to be Dean Koontz) are linked by title, setting, and a carnival of terrors—but they are not mirror images. The novel and the film share DNA, yet they grow into two very different beasts.
By Movies of the 80sabout a year ago in Horror
Steve Jobs Death: The Shocking 2011 Passing of Apple's Visionary CEO at Age 56
Steve Jobs Death: The Shocking 2011 Passing of Apple's Visionary CEO at Age 56 On October 5, 2011, the world stopped for a moment. Steve Jobs, the brilliant mind behind Apple, passed away at 56 from respiratory arrest tied to his long fight with cancer. News hit like a thunderbolt, shocking fans, leaders, and tech lovers everywhere. His death marked the end of a key figure in modern tech, but it also sparked talks about his huge role in shaping gadgets we use daily.
By Story silver book about a year ago in Horror
An American Werewolf in London (1981): A Horror Icon. Top Story - October 2025.
Stay off the moors and beware the moon. An American Werewolf in London transformed into theaters in 1981. College students David Kessler and Jack Goodman ignore warnings to stay off the dark British moors and are attacked by a ferocious beast. While recovering, David speculates that something is terribly wrong as the full moon approaches.
By Marielle Sabbagabout a year ago in Horror
