Post Malone was "haunted by a cursed box." Or at least that's what I read.
In 1984, a film came out that would viscerally impact the horror and slasher genre for decades to come. Directed by horror-meister, the late Wes Craven, it was called A Nightmare on Elm Street. Its razor-tipped glove-wielding protagonist Freddy Krueger became a pop culture icon during the Reagan Years; also, for a short period thereafter.
Throughout the history of theater, femininity as presented on stage and on camera is a concept which has transformed significantly over time, alongside the ever-changing writing and performing of theater. Because the theatrical representation of femininity is rooted in a time when performance was exclusive to male actors, female characters in theater all began with a representation of femininity that some scholars say is ingenuine, while other scholars say is queer in the sense of nonconformity. When those perceived as women were banned from performing on the stage in the early ages, it is likely that most actors were male-identified; however, it is also impossible to know the true gender diversity that existed among actors who were perceived as men playing women’s roles.
No joke, I've seen a ghost.
I watch a lot of shows such as Supernatural and Teen Wolf and my fascination in mythical creatures and the supernatural has grown over the years. Every culture and religion has an extent of belief in mythological creatures and supernatural beings. I’ve always been intrigued at this as it suggests many, many years ago these creatures may have actually existed. However, nowadays there are no new stories about mythical creatures or the supernatural. This is an exploration into the idea that slowly, over time, supernatural creatures merged with humans. We became one, and that’s why each person is different.
Once upon a time, there was a mad witch, a story we told our children before bed. But it seems it wasn't just a story, I know first hand and that knowledge cost me everything.
It was dark in the room, but I wasn’t alone. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight out, my skin having that feeling when you know someone or something is close to you but you can’t see it. My heart beat faster as I sat in my bed, staring into the dark.
A young woman returns to her childhood home looking for her father.
It’s only when the pressure on my bladder becomes unbearable that I realize it is 2:31 AM. I have been sitting in front of my computer, legs crossed in my chair, traveling down a very bizarre rabbit hole of conspiracy theory videos about gods walking among us and otherworldly incursions on YouTube for almost six hours straight. I did get up three times to pee, however, courtesy of my financially-crippling addiction to Diet Coke. That stuff runs right through me.
He was born into an aristocratic family in early 20th Century Britain, his father was a surgeon and his mother a royal seamstress. During his formative years, very strange phenomena occurred around him; metallic objects seemed to be attracted to him, electronics would go out of sync when he passed by, the plants that he grew were always larger and healthier than his neighbours and many times it would be heard that he was in two places simultaneously. So, his father being a surgeon, decided to place him in an experimental research facility called T.R.D in West Sussex.