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I’m Sidney fucking Prescott, of course I have a gun.

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THE X-FILES 1.17 | "E.B.E."

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Heathers (1989) dir. Michael Lehmann

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A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET (1984) dir. Wes Craven

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leo’s 7k celebration!

SUSPIRIA (2018) ↳ requested by @willaferreyras​

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THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (1974)

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A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET (1984) dir. Wes Craven

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Jesus Christ, what happened to you? In-laws.

READY OR NOT (2019) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

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The smell of cherry lipstick blasted into Saana's senses as soon as this girl stepped closer. Why was she doing all of this? Was it all a game? Following her in the middle of the night wasn't creepy enough, but doing shit in real life is a whole other story. You just don't come into the store and ask about her favorite artists to make a point? Did she even like L7?

Saana held the blade tighter, cursing under her breath. Swear to god. If she made me climb up the ladder to get that L7 record when she doesn't even like them, I swear to fucking god. I'll cut her fucking tongue out.

It wasn't the first time she had those thoughts, and she always ended up feeling bad for them afterward. She carried two sides in her. The survivor -- the one who walked away from the danger with blonde on her hands. And the killer -- the one who wanted to slice everything open. She desired that pull. The motion of the knife diving into the stomachs of people she despised. The ones who hurt her and her family deeply. She pictured herself -- stabbing, stabbing, stabbing -- the warmth of their blood splattered against her face, pushing her hand against their chest to get up, and leaving their bodies in a pool of intestines and limp limbs.

Saana knew she had a problem, and because of her upbringing, it wasn't going to be easy to shake off.

Nothing was ever easy.

The smell of cherries flew back into her senses, looking at the nymph-like teen stepping toward her. Her eyes roamed around her face. This wasn't fucking fair. The girl knew what she was doing, and Saana, a sucker for a pretty face, might die because of it. She knew she wasn't going down without a fight, but this shit wasn't the same playing field.

"Judith."

The name immediately rolled off the tongue in a purr. Saana needed to see her face, close up, without the pier's lights blurring her vision to know who she was dealing with. The girl whose daddy almost murdered her mother. The girl whose daddy kept a shitload of money with her father. The girl who was high on her list to die.

"So you do know who I am? Good, because I know who you are, and I think we can help each other out."

Saana didn't think it was fair that this girl -- or maybe creature -- was this gorgeous and knowingly deadly all at the same time. Judith's reputation wasn't lost on Saana. It was just that Judith operated in public, and Saana wanted to keep quiet. But this? This was, again, the stupidest fucking thing that Saana could have ever done. It wasn't enough for Saana to follow the girl into the darkness of the pier, but it was another for this strange girl to say that they could help each other out.

The scheme was up.

What could she possibly want with her now?

"How can we help each other, Judith? You want to gut me like your daddy tried to do? I bet I'll get you first."

Saana stepped up to her, almost nose to nose with the girl. Judith was beautiful, ethereal, but that didn't matter at the moment -- but god, was it fucking distracting.

"ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?" - KQ RP

The train was late. Again.

Saana pressed out her maroon-tinted lips, twirling the string of her headphones around her black-coated fingernails. The heavy sounds of the mixtape she burned this morning continued to buzz in her ear -- making her legs bounce up and down in a mixture of impatience and stamina. Saana woke up at 8.30 to put this thing together—Deftones, Type O Negative, and all the King Crimson she could handle. Saana wanted to check with Darrell to make sure it was okay to play in the shop. When he said no, she took it for herself. No fucking use wasting a good mixtape on a shithole record store. Not even if she did like working there 10 hours a week with shit pay. 

The clock kept ticking, and the sounds of 21 Century Schizoid Man rang in her ears. 

"I'm going to fucking kill Darrell." 

It was his fault that she was late getting to the train. She came in late 10 mins late. Who the fuck cares? Her feet were wrecked walking to the school, the prison, and then the shop. Cut her some fucking slack. Going to prison was probably the biggest mistake. The guard told her that her mum would probably be in lockdown for another month. Another one of the girls bodychecked her -- called her the Eastman Escort, and mum took her the fuck down. Allegedly, the woman had her front tooth knocked out. She bit her tongue so hard that it bled. She also had four broken fingers. She had a ruptured spleen and a bootlace tied around her neck. Mum refused to take credit for the ruptured spleen. 

"That was God's fault, you dirty bitch." 

No visitors for a month. 

Solitary confinement for two if she misbehaved again. 

Gotta love my mummy, she thought, pressing her lips up into a little smirk. 

Saana kept twirling her fingers along the headphone strings impatiently, knowing there would be no way this train would come in the promised time. 

"7:30, my fucking ass." 

Saana's eyes glanced around, knowing already that she was the only one at this train station that was still stupid enough to believe it would run efficiently, but alas, it decided to fuck her once again. 

As her eyes continued to glance, she took in her home for the millionth time. Eastman was a pretty unspectacular place -- a seaside town that lacked charm but made itself up with over seven murders. The biggest one included her mother, but we are still preparing for that story. 

"Fuck this." 

Saana grabbed her bag, opening the patched adorned flap to take out her CD case. She flipped through the contents, pulling on a single King Crimson album that Darrell specifically saved for her - Red. Her fingers went to work, putting the CD and the other in the case. She stuffed both the CD player and case back in her bag. Saana huffed, tossing the heavy load on her back before crossing the tracks and heading home. 

The walk would be short, at least another 10 mins on a night like this. At least the air was cool, the vibes in her headphones were right, and she had the perfect amount of protection... just in case.

As Saana's boots hit the beginning of the pier, she turned every so often, feeling the lingering presence of someone falling behind her. As she hit the third light post along the pier, she stopped. Brown eyes glancing from one side to the other along the empty pier. Her fingers notched up against her headphones, pulling one ear back to hear. 

"Mmm." 

Saana turned, her boots continuing their heavy stomp on the wooden boards of the pier. She moved her fingertips into her leader jacket, pushing a metal object into her hands and holding it there. If there was someone behind her, anyone behind her, she knew what to do. 

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BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER (1999) DIRECTED BY JAMIE BABBIT

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Joe Bob Briggs - Monstervision - Motel Hell (1980) - 5/23/97

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ELLEN SANDWEISS as CHERYL WILLIAMS in The Evil Dead (1981) dir. Sam Raimi

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Evil Dead (2013) dir. Fede Álvarez

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blood is the prettiest accessory a boy can wear

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In The Mouth Of Madness (1994)

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THE INVISIBLE MAN 1933 | dir. James Whale

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Ed Wood (1994)