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10 Vampire (and Vampiric Creatures) Movies and TV Shows!
1. Nosferatu (1922) Count Orlok (Max Schreck) is a sinister man, or whatever it is, but despite this, there is something sad about the vampire-man. Orlok seems cursed, maybe even diseased — a theme elaborated upon more by Werner Herzog's re-telling of this tale in 1979 (more on that later). It's also fairly common knowledge that "Nosferatu" was almost a lost film, and not just due to random ravages of time. "Dracula" author Bram Stoker's heirs had successfully sued to have F. W. Murnau's film destroyed, but some copies sneakily survived, which is why we can still enjoy this movie today.
By Wade Wainio2 years ago in Horror
Ghosts of Christmas Past: A Victorian Tradition
Towards the conclusion of each year, as chimneys are lit and hot cocoa is made, Americans have made it a convention to return to their favorite classic occasion books, motion pictures and tunes. And in spite of the fact that phantom stories may appear out of put in present-day American occasion celebrations, they were once a Christmas staple, coming to their top of notoriety in Victorian England.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
Krampus: Christmas’ Creepy Punisher of Naughty Kids
Each year in early December, children in Austria get prepared for St. Nicholas to visit them. If they’ve been great, he’ll compensate them with presents and treats. But if they’ve been awful, they’ll get a parcel more than a knot of coal—they’ll have to confront Krampus.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
The Evolution of Clowns: From Joyful Entertainers to Nightmarish Villains
Clowns were once the epitome of joy and laughter, bringing smiles to the faces of children and adults alike with their whimsical antics. Yet, over time, these colorful characters have taken a sinister turn in the realm of popular culture, evolving into some of the most terrifying villains in cinema. How did these cheerful entertainers become symbols of fear?
By Anthony Michael2 years ago in Horror
Shadows That Linger
I made it to Lamma Island the day the ship ceased. I’m an American who has lived in Hong Kong since tall school, I know the region, and I select my elude course carefully, in spite of the fact that I concede I scarcely talk a word of Cantonese. I made the right choice. It turned out that Lamma Island, green, inadequately populated and fair two kilometers off the coast, might be the best put on soil to survive a zombie end of the world.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of the Veil - I
Jessica lay in bed, sweat recoloring her pad and sheets. The room was a chaotic mess, grimy dress undefined from the clean ones strewn almost the floor. The ceiling fan squeaked in a consistent cadence and she was grateful for the white clamor. It suffocated out the quiet, which might be stunning at night. The hush was nearly as terrible as the obscurity. In spite of the fact that she was well into her twenties, Jessica’s little room was lit by a delicate night-light in the shape of a bow moon. The obscurity had a way of inching up on her, and if she wasn’t cautious, it would swallow her entirety.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
Retirement Never Looked So Grim - II
He was anticipating us to dispatch ourselves at him. Zombies are ten times more grounded than livings and we don’t respond to harm. As it were thing that can murder us (so I am told by those who show up to know more than me) is a bullet straight to the brain or our heads being cut off.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
Retirement Never Looked So Grim
My hand fell off again. I truly must discover somebody other than Janice to attempt to sew it back on. You would think being dead would cruel her joint pain was no longer an issue, but she still complains that it makes it difficult to do fine work.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
Whispers from Venus' Grave
The young lady in the memorial park is your best companion, so you take her domestic. The night is a bruise between you, a smudge of rebel in the traveler window; the colour of natural product cleared out out to putrefy. The body pries at her seatbelt, a finger, at that point two. The radio echoes inactive, the body rearranges in her situate. You consider the confront; the comparative cut of jaw, the nose bumped from where a baseball had hit her at twelve, fair somewhat off middle. The skin like a rain-licked plastic sack. The stink of musk and sulfur. You need to see absent but you cannot. She's so lovely, indeed like this. Your headlights rake chattered openings through the soil street, a yellow like jaundice. Your hands are firm from the cold, your lips split. The young lady close to you is dead and you are bringing her home.
By Shams Says2 years ago in Horror
