“No. Stop. Please stop. Noooo,” Frank said as he opened his eye swinging, which followed with an agonizing groan. He opened his eye to see two police officers standing over his bed as he looked up from the lying position. As he ended up attempting to lift his arm, he heard the clang of his handcuff that secured his left hand to the rail.
It was June 17, 2015, and there I was walking down the streets of San Francisco. It was a nice sunny day that causes me to slowly start dripping sweat down my back. I moved to town last weekend and I came out to the city in search of new job as a chef. I went to every restaurant that was near but none of them appealed to me. It was starting to get dark outside but I decided to check out one last restaurant before returning home. When I walked in, I couldn’t help but notice the most handsome and amusing person I’ve ever seen before. I was so distracted watching him serve people their meals that I forgot I was looking for a job and not a future husband. Caught in the moment, I thought to myself, “I have to get to know him, I have to know everything about him”. He looked charming but yet shy, like he was lost but trying to find himself. I knew that I needed to get a job at this restaurant.
So people have probably wondered who would be the scariest serial killer in the movie world. Michael Myers, Jason, or Freedy Kruger. Because all of them have been known in the movie world for giving terror to people who watch. Now it is time to review all three of them and review the scariest between the three of them. So in this article we will compare between all three of them, and in my own personal opinion to review who is the scariest slasher.
There is no job that is too good for you, this mantra repeated itself in my mind several hundred times in the last two weeks. At least, that is what I told myself once my student loan reminders came in. Working a full time job just out of school was simply not cutting it where bills were concerned so a part time job was necessary.
I swing my hatchet and it cuts his shoulder, blood gushes out as he falls in pain, screams so loud to almost deafen you. “You deserve this.” I pull my hatchet upward and it releases his body. He breathes faster and faster. Blood gushes out of his body. His blue plaid shirt now soaked in red. I take hold of his foot and begin to drag him back to the cabin. He struggles, but gives up after a minute. He knows he won’t win this. I tighten my grip on him and keep pulling.
It was quiet. Not a single sound could be heard. I sat in the closet, hiding, with my ear pressed against the door, listening for the sound of footsteps. Waiting for the family to return. They had gone out for dinner and as soon as they had left, I slipped inside the house, crept into the kitchen, and searched for their collection of kitchen knives. I selected the longest, thinnest one they had, and then after taking a few snacks out of the cabinets, I ran and hid in the girl’s closet. I checked my phone. 11:28 pm.
Today is Thursday. Wait, or maybe it is Friday. I lost track of time and what day it was because I have been working so much lately. It could even be Monday, for that matter. But I don't want to tell you about today. I want to tell you about a time that happened earlier in the week.
It was cold. There was no light, save for the small hole in the rough burlap sack over my head. I felt the freezing metal chair under me. The only separation between the chair and I was my thin shirt and skirt. My bare feet shivered from the frigid concrete. Piercing through the hole of the sack, I could see the concrete walls held copper pipes that lead around the room. There were very few bright light fixtures dangling ominously from thick black cords. I shifted my gaze to the metal table a meter away from me. My breath quickened as my blue eyes laid onto the various surgical equipment. They were all laid out neatly, possibly handled with intense care. I abruptly turned to my left to find another table. This table instead held more rustic tools. There was a blowtorch, a multitude of hammers, wrenches, drills, and firearms surrounding the main prize, a chainsaw.
Be careful about those wrong numbers. Ghostface could be stalking your house.
Scream became a horror classic in 1996. A serial killer dressed as Ghostface is on the loose murdering its victims. Sidney Prescott is tormented by an anonymous caller. Fighting back, she has to think wisely about the killer’s tactics.
Horror before the slasher genre permeates in a traditional, black-and-white world. Think Dracula, Wolf Man, and general gothic horror. In some of these films, the monster can have some sympathy from the audience. Tragedy comes into play as well. Nonetheless, this monster is still a force of evil, who meets their defeat by the shining white knight in a sense. A Nightmare on Elm Street goes against the type. No doubt, Freddy Krueger comes from tragedy and meets a demise by mob rule. However, we do not sympathize with him, regardless of the injustice of his death. With the time in America's history, A Nightmare on Elm Street represents a loss of innocence.
"Goodnight mom! Goodnight Dad!" I shouted as I ran up stairs to say my prayers before bed. My mom followed. She always tucked me in kissed my forehead and turned the light out for me. We moved a lot but they were always constants in my life. That I was thankful for.
There is one film that continues to haunt me. I not only watch it during October but at any time of the year. Maybe because I am also a horror maestro, and the film does not require the holiday of Halloween to enjoy and get the full effect, unlike the Halloween franchise per se'. Candyman, directed by Bernard Rose, starring Virginia Madsen and Tony Todd as our titular monster. I was aware of this film since 1992, seeing print ads, and being aware of the concept of a black movie monster with a hook for a hand. However, I never came to view until later in my college years.