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This Is Halloween: Find Out What 2017's Most Popular Halloween Costume Choices Are
It's nearly the time of year again to pull out your pumpkins and reach for the butcher's knife. When "duh, I'm a mouse," just won't cut it, and if you are struggling to think of what kind of slutty vampire or kinky werewolf to go as, we have collated the most popular outfits of the years. Pinterest has revealed exactly what people have been looking at in the run up to the spooky season and what you should avoid if you want to stand out from the crowd.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror
The Walking Dead: The New Survivors Will Join Rick Grimes's Army
WARNING: Spoilers for The Walking Dead follow. After a long winter hiatus, The Walking Dead returned this Sunday with a spectacular episode to kick off the second half of Season 7. The first half of Season 7 was torturous for Rick's group but things appear to be turning around for the group in the second half.
By Allie Z.8 years ago in Horror
A Real-Life Horror Story: 'American Horror Story: Cult' Edits Episode After Vegas Shooting
With FX's American Horror Story flying the star-spangled banner high over the White House for Season 7, recent events have caused the network to readdress the rest of the season. #RyanMurphy's horror anthology had always been close to the bone, but the October 10 episode has had to undergo some major edits following the recent Las Vegas shooting.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror
Is It A Trick Or Is It A Treat? 'Halloween' Reboot Will Ignore All The Franchise Sequels
As Michael Myers prepares to come home once again, the world of horror is bracing itself for the Halloween franchise to return to our screens in a big way. Some four decades after the first film kickstarted the slasher genre, directors David Gordon Green and Danny McBride are sticking on their own pale-faced masks and giving us a whole new reason to be scared of the bloodthirsty boogeyman.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror
Mask For Masc: Script Reveals The Title For Unmade Friday The 13th Sequel
If you've sharpened your machete in preparation for another sexy teen slaughter, get ready for dive into development hell for the Friday the 13th movie that never was. Heading back to the noughties, were there any horror franchises that weren't at least teased a gritty remake? From Halloween to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, House of Wax to A Nightmare on Elm Street, pretty much every boogeyman was dug up for another trip to the big screen. However, while Freddy Krueger should've stayed "Fred" and buried, 2009's #Fridaythe13th remake faired better than most.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror
Living Nightmare
I was running through the underground, dodging little children, crashing into older people, and bumping through barriers with my ticket, knowing if I didn't run any faster I was going to miss the last tube. I don't know why I was running through the underground or why I was determined that I had to get the last tube. I could easily turn back and go up to the main roads and get a taxi.
By Molly (Molls) Giles8 years ago in Horror
It's Hip to be Square
In the 2000 film 'American Psycho', director Mary Harron delivers the perfectly constructed yuppie specimen -- Patrick Bateman. Bateman is played with an unconstrained precision by Christian Bale. He employs not only the madness, but the disconnect --the sterility.
By Ava M.8 years ago in Horror
Tick, Tick, Tick
Tick, tick, tick. The soft sound of my clock greets me, letting me know that I’ve woken up before my alarm has gone off. I open my eyes, praying that there’s no light streaming in through my window, the telltale sign that I still have a few hours of sleep before I have to get up for work. Thankfully I see nothing. Its pitch black. I can’t see the light from my router in the corner of my room, or the flashing beacon that is my smoke detector. No, I see nothing. This is not my room. Awareness has set in and I realize that these are not my sheets and that I’m still wearing the same jeans from last night. Last night. I went out with friends after work to celebrate the weekend. Relief courses through me as I realize that I must have made a drunken spectacle of myself and Vanessa probably took me home with her, to her new apartment that I was clearly too drunk to fully appreciate. As I come to my senses, I hear Vanessa’s hard breathing coming from the other side of the bed, though I don’t feel her next to me. She must have slept on the floor. How odd. It seems louder than her usual delicate breathing, but I attribute my sensitivity to sound to the migraine that is now making itself known. I’m sure I won’t be going back to sleep for a while, so I might as well get some aspirin and water and check out the new apartment. I push down the covers, hop out of bed and onto the cold floor. Cement? Surely, I would have noticed that my hardwood-obsessed best friend had rented an apartment with cement floors. I hobble about the room, searching for a wall, while my head pounds with a steady beat. I find a light switch and flip it. Fortunately for my headache, a dim glow filters through the door-less threshold of a small closet. On the shelf in the closet is a bag of pills, a single car key, and a clock. I vaguely consider how strange it is that Vanessa would have these things sitting in the closet and not on the nightstand. As I turn around to look for the door, I freeze. I can’t move. I can’t even scream. Every nerve in my body is ablaze and my muscles tense until I feel like they’ll tear. To my right, at the foot of the bed -that I now realize is just a box spring and a mattress with dirty sheets- is a body. It is naked, sitting in a pool of blood, and a chilling light blue color. The curly brown hair is matted and plastered across the unrecognizable face, covering the eyes and forehead. The cheekbones are crushed, the lips are swollen to at least five times their normal size and the nose is completely obliterated. Her chest and abdomen are covered in dark red marks, that can only be the product of a knife. I didn’t think that I could have feelings of sadness and horror so strong for a stranger until this very moment. It has taken me only seconds to process this scene as my attention is drawn to the form lying next to the woman. As I look at the man on the floor, I have a visceral reaction to the fact that it was his breathing I had been listening to just moments ago. His slack face looks peaceful, a stark contrast to the rest of him. Poking out of the collar of his shirt is a tattoo of a bull with beady eyes and black horns. His hands are bloodied, his light hair snarled, and sitting on his stomach is a knife, the knife, covered in dried blood. The steady rise and fall of his chest tells me that if I have a chance at all of getting out of here, this is it. I don’t have time to think about how I got here, why I am untouched, or who these people are. I need to think. Think back to the self-defense techniques that my dad taught me when I was younger. I look around the room, and find the door which is directly across from me, about twelve feet away. I have no choice but to step in the blood surrounding the dead woman, as there is so much of it covering the floor. I hold my breath as I step between the man’s legs. I decide it would be best if I had the knife and not him if he were to wake up, and so I carefully inch forward, and gently reach for the knife on the man’s stomach, keeping my eyes on his face, praying to God that he doesn’t wake up. I pick up the knife and glance at the woman for one brief moment. It is this decision that changes everything about the situation. I see, on the left side of her ribcage, just under her left breast, a tattoo. It is in very delicate script and it's marred by blood enough that I can’t make out the words, but I don’t need to see the letters to know what they say. They say “best friends”, and I know this because Vanessa and I got matching tattoos for her twenty-second birthday. I realize, a moment too late, that I am standing over a man, a murderer, who is over three times my size, and he is awake. I look into his dark brown eyes and a rage that I have never felt before comes bubbling out of me in the form of an unfamiliar screech. I take the knife and stab at him just as he reaches for my throat with his brawny hand. I see nothing but blackness as he slams my head into the concrete where he was just lying. He sits all of his weight on my stomach and I cannot breathe, but I concentrate on the feel of the knife in my hand and I plunge it into his calf. His lips pull into a sickening sneer, exposing unexpectedly straight, white teeth. I realize that he isn’t feeling any pain, and that must be attributed to whatever the pills are in the closet. I stab him in the leg again, lower this time, making sure that I damage something important, his Achilles tendon. He picks me up by my hair and throws me onto the bed. He grabs the knife from my hand and rips off his belt, tossing it on the bed next to me, staggering as he does so as his left leg can no longer support him. He says something to me but I can’t hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. He grabs the hem of his shirt, and I know that I have to act now. As he pulls his shirt over his head, I grab his belt and jump towards him. I catch him off guard and we both crash onto the floor. I slam my knee into his head, and when it makes contact with the floor, I wrap the belt around his neck. I tighten it as much as possible and hold it. His shirt is still over his face and its now covered in the blood coming from what must be his nose. He flails and tries to grab me, but the combination of head trauma and drugs are clearly too much for him. After what seems like the longest five minutes of my life, I hear a gurgled gasp and his body goes slack. I stand up and run towards the door. I throw it open and see that I am in an abandoned housing complex. I run down the stairs, and across the parking lot. It’s dark out, but there are a few cars in the road in front of me and I run out into the road, waving my hands above my head. I run up to the only stopped car and the driver rolls down his window. I ask the man to help me and he tells me to get in. As I put on my seat belt, I look over to him to express my gratitude, but the words are caught in my throat. He is leering at me, and all I can see is the faded tattoo of a black-horned bull.
By Lauren .8 years ago in Horror
The Watcher
I watched her, through the hazy window of her bedroom. Her eyes, her lips, her hair. She fascinated me. The moonlight played on her face... on her lips. I watched her shuffle in her sleep for what seemed like the perfect eternity until I felt the sun on the back of my neck. I watched her again for a short moment before she woke, rose from her disheveled bed and stretched away the stiffness from sleep. I watched her make breakfast: cinnamon oats, just like yesterday. I was truly intrigued by her. Her life, her love for her dog and her body, perfectly proportioned.
By Thema Holland8 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Review of 'Infini' (2015)
Yeah, this was a pretty fucking awesome movie. Not sure if I'd call it horror, but it was an awesome movie. My biggest problem is they kinda pussied out on the ending. Okay, no they totally pussied out on the ending... I'll get into more details about that in the spoilers, but, for the most part, the movie itself was pretty fucking good.
By Reed Alexander8 years ago in Horror
Take A Walk On The Wild Side: 'Fear The Walking Dead' Wanted To Make Madison Into The Villain
As AMC's Fear The Walking Dead heads off to Houston after a much-improved Season 3, there are big changes on the horizon for the sister to Scott Gimple's The Walking Dead. For those who didn't already know, the two-part finale marked the end of the road for not only some of our characters, but for showrunner #Dave #Erikson.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror
I Abe-Solutely Love It: Greg Nicotero Is A Huge Fan Of 'The Walking Dead' Crossover Theory
With AMC still taking a huge bite out of the ratings pie with The Walking Dead and Fear The Walking Dead, it seems that there is no stopping the gnashing teeth of Robert Kirkman's zombie apocalypse. However, hoping to swing a katana at the rest of their competition, the two shows are set to combine in possibly the most epic crossover to ever grace television.
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Horror