Big John Miller loved Sundays.

This is a similar list I made a while back with who would win? John Wick, Batman, or The Punisher. This time I'm going to go through Slasher Killers, and find out who is the Slasher King.

"Tell me what happened," the reporter said, his voice full of intrigue. "I want to know how the bodies got there." 

Bobby’s eyes opened for a moment, then closed again. Shaking off the haze from his head, Bobby felt like someone hit him in the head with a baseball bat. He struggled to keep his eyes open and focused.

Seeing as it's spooky season at the moment, I thought I would share my college coursework on slasher films which I made all the way back in 2017. Please enjoy and excuse the punctuation and grammar mistakes; I made this when I was 17 so there's probably a ton.

*Ding Clang Ding*

I could feel that he wasn’t as in to me as I was in to him. I sat awkwardly on my twin bed against the window as he stood, vacant, at its side. Conversation had been dull and vague throughout the night and I spent it wondering what was on his mind, even though I already knew. I thought that a boy who charmed me the way he had in the beginning would be the one. I guess I was wrong, and now I’m stuck in this limbo until he voices his feelings, or ghosts me, which I could see him doing after today.

Haunted Houses have been a significant part of both Halloween and horror movies for as long as I can remember. They have become a ritual with people of all ages, from kids to grown adults. Everyone seems to get excited about experiencing the illusion of risking one's life to survive walking through a living nightmare. While some events, like Halloween Horror Nights, seem extremely real, there is always the relief of escape with the night ending with everyone still breathing. But what if that was not the case? Movies like Bloodfest and Hellfest show the beloved haunted tradition taking a very gory and fatal turn. This type of horrific cinematic experience seems to be rising in popularity within the genre. And now, two of the writers from A Quiet Place, Bryan Woods and Scott Beck, have written and directed a haunted house film that is being described as "extreme."

It was only a matter of time before the news would arise that a TV version of I Know What You Did Last Summer was in the works. I mean it had to happen—everything is getting a TV show or remake nowadays. And the fact that Scream has had a successful run on the small screen means it's only natural that the other popular 90’s stab flick would get one as well. These two films were very similar when they both released during the slasher revival. Scream came out in 1996 to an unprecedented amount of fanfare and acclaim. A year later, I Know What You Did Last Summer had a similar reception. Both spawned sequels with Scream going on to secure four titles total with big production budgets, top-level performers, and theatrical releases. Sadly, I Know What You Did Last Summer did not survive past the second iteration unless you count the straight to video release, which you really shouldn't. But alas, the powers that be have deemed that the Jennifer Love Hewitt starrer is ready to be resurrected into a new series for those that hold an Amazon Prime Membership. It's easy to complain and whine over this news, but when you find out who’s helming the affair, you’ll be screaming in the streets WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!?!?

There's no doubt the horror genre's gellin' these days. What with stunners like Get Out and A Quiet Place reaping and sowing like newborn Children of the Corn, right? Don't even get us started with Us, Ma, and other bizarre yet masterful two-letter titles in the genre. But Halloween? Wow... Who would've thought that a genre could somehow rake in the cash with something typically considered B-horror shlock cult classic, yet these days similar titles somehow resonate with viewers (and readers) in ways even the more "intelligent" stories and films pine for.

Fortunately for me, Peter decided to abandon his plan to flee California. For the next few months, Peter forced me to observe, watching his method, his ritual, forcing me to try, and memorize it. He made a rule, no more than two a month. This went on for some time, but by the sixth month, he felt I was ready to try again. But we would do it together, each with our own target.

We traveled, and he taught me many things over the next years. He was what you call… an avid teacher. My first lesson was in creating an identity. To be able to catch the type of prey we were after, we would need to seem… lost, for lack of a better word. This confidence, the aura of a child mature beyond their age, that was what we had to shed before we could start any real training. That was the easy part. Next came the target acquisition training, stealth training, knife skills, and an abundance of other seemingly redundant skills before finally it came time to find a real target. After countless lessons, visual aids, and dry runs, I was finally ready.