#vampire!slasher stack

[pyraomen]

“a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism, love at first bite."

all i’m thinking about right now is vampire!slasher stack. it’s the summer of 1987, you’re in a cabin celebrating your college graduation with your friends and your man. not knowing everything’s a set up. none of them are your real friends, ANDD one of them slept with your man. but who cares? it’s a fine ass vampire outside. lurking. looking for you🤷🏽‍♀️!

[charliedawn]

Hey Charlie! Not sure if when you cleared out your inbox a week or two ago that included my request so I’m resending it if that’s okay. And if it wasn’t then just ignore this lol. But still thank you again for all the wonderful ideas of others you bring to life.

I was thinking of slashers just in general or of your choice, but especially Remmick (and his vampires), and Father Paul, with a new face/patient to St. Louis who’s like a shifter from Twilight (yes twilight 💀). Same wolf shifter abilities, etc.

Perhaps their file reads “commonly described as “coyote-like” in demeanor”

Reason for Admission: Disassociation, Chronic insomnia, Hypervigilance, Nonverbal episodes, Suspected PTSD, History of emotional trauma, Mistrust of authority; resistant to treatment.

Initial Observations:, Patient presents as aloof, alert, and hyper-aware of surroundings. Displays a quiet, emotionally repressed demeanor, but reacts to perceived threats with sharp sarcasm or sudden withdrawal. Physical signs of past injury (scars, bruising) observed. Patient refused to disclose origins. Exhibits high-functioning independence, despite obvious exhaustion and erratic sleep cycles. Often communicates nonverbally—shrugs, eye flicks, brief nods—but can speak fluently when comfortable.

Stack

At first? Stack watched you like a cat watches thunder. Cautious, but curious. You had that bite to you—the snappy, dry one-liners when someone got too close. You could shut down a conversation with a single raised brow or dismissive flick of your eyes.

And Stack? He loved it. “You always this prickly, pup?” he muttered one day, grinning while leaning on a cracked vending machine. “Or am I special?”

You looked at him. Cold. Then smirked—a fleeting flash of teeth. “Only around mosquitoes.” He laughed. Deep, easy, amused. “Good. Keep that spark. Makes the blood sweeter.”

When you stalked the halls barefoot at 3AM, head low, eyes sharp, he’d fall into step behind you with a lazy grin and a cigarette hanging from his lips (even if he couldn’t light it).

“You shiftin’ tonight, or just itchin’ to rip someone’s throat out?”

“Depends who talks to me next.”

He loved that answer.

Mary

From the moment you stepped into the courtyard, barefoot and sleepless with that haunted, hungry look in your eyes—Mary noticed. She was lounging in the shade with one leg draped over the side of the bench, lazily swirling a lollipop in her mouth like she didn’t have a care in the world. But her gaze followed you.

Watched you. Sized you up.

She didn’t say anything for a few days. Just watched. But she started popping up in the same places as you more often. Cafeteria. Courtyard. Therapy rec room. Always casually—like it was coincidence.

Then one day, after you brushed past her in the hallway—no eye contact, just tension coiled tight beneath your skin—Mary gave a crooked grin and said:

“Ya walk like you’re always ready to bolt. What are ya so afraid of, sugar?”

You froze mid-step. Turned slowly to look at her. She tilted her head, that cherry red lipstick catching the light. Mary hovered just a touch to your side, a soft spring in her posture even in concern. Her Southern drawl folded around her words like honey:

“Ya okay, darlin’?”

She didn’t rush, but she didn’t wait either—placing a comfort charm in view: a small jar of salted water rimmed with lavender.

“My friend Annie made it. It helps with nightmares,” she murmured quietly, as if already prescribing peaceful sleep. Her gaze was searching, but gentle; she saw not just your wounds, but your heart.

Annie

At first, Annie didn’t quite know what to make of you. You were so quiet. So still. Like an animal too used to being hunted.

And Annie? Annie could relate to that.

She noticed how you didn’t sit near others in group therapy. How your shoulders never dropped. How you only ever looked people in the eye when you were judging their threat level.

But what she noticed most? You didn’t flinch when you saw her fangs. You looked at her with tired, familiar eyes. Like you’d already seen worse than monsters. Annie stood apart, clutching her bouquet oak sage, rosemary, lavender bound with string. Without a word, she set the herbs on the table and stroke a candle.

The flame danced—gold and steady. She glanced at your hands, then to the wounds, and, finally, to your face. Her eyes softened. She nodded, not in pity, but in solidarity.

She would be there if you needed to talk.

Remmick

You weren’t what he expected. St. Louis had its fair share of blood-dripping, cryptic creepers—Remmick included—but you?

You were something else entirely.

There you sat, in the courtyard under the half-dead willow, back to the brick wall, arms loosely crossed. Barely moving. Sharp eyes tracking everything. The staff, the birds, the way the wind cut sideways between trees. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t smile. You didn’t blink unless you had to.

He saw it the moment he passed—your nostrils flared. You knew what he was. You didn’t react.

You just looked him in the eye. Eyes like amber glass, dulled with fatigue but burning underneath. Something closer to a stray animal that’d been cornered too many times and now bit on instinct. You didn’t talk much, but neither did he unless it was worth saying. You didn’t feed on blood, but he started bringing you raw cuts of meat from the kitchen anyway. Just in case. He never pushed, never hovered. Just sat near you. Shared the silence.

He liked the way you tilted your head when listening. The way your whole body flinched like a whip crack at loud sounds, but then hardened into stone. You reminded him of war veterans. Of wolves that limped home alone.

Eventually, he started calling you things like:

“Trouble.”

“Sharp ears.”

“Me lil’ beast.”

When you didn’t correct him, he kept doing it.

Bo

Bo wasn’t like the others. He knew pain when he saw it. You wore yours like a second skin: insomnia bleeding out your eyes, shoulders hunched like you were waiting for the next hit. You didn’t flinch when people raised their voice—you froze. That’s what caught him.

He didn’t ask for details. He didn’t push. Just met your stare when you got twitchy and offered a slow blink—a silent, steady recognition.

“Wanna tell me what’s goin’ on? Can’t read your mind.”

When you explained your situation to him, he understood and made sure to help you through the transition if you needed help. He did have a few broken ribs the next day from your coyote-side, but he was glad he could see something so cool. He then warned the others in the pack, so they could act accordingly.

Cornbread

Have you seen Cornbread? He’s a big man. The first time he saw you shift—he was speechless. But then he had the biggest grin on his face and opened his arms wide.

“Come to daddy!”

He wrestled you with his bare hands and had a blast at it. For once, someone who he could have fun with without risking injury. He wasn’t about to pass that up.

“Tired already, puppy?! C’mon! We just gettin’ started!”

It was a way to satisfy your coyote instincts and also to make sure you wouldn’t tear up anyone else to bits. Also, Cornbread enjoyed it. He wasn’t bloody and sore in many places, but that felt GOOD. To get those instincts run wild and fight.

Bert and Joan

“Who dya think you’re growlin’ at, young lady/man?” Joan asked—her eyes turning into slits as she heard that sound of disapproval from you when her and Bert had to put you to sleep in shackles because of the full moon.

“Listen to her, baby. This for your own good. We don’t want ya to get lost or kill someone by accident.” Bert tried to gently coax you to bed and close the handcuffs. “These are the best cuffs around. With soft padding and everythin’. Might expensive stuff. Not gonna hurt yar paws at all.”

He kissed your hand and Joan kissed your forehead before they both left the room. If the handcuffs didn’t work, they would have to send Cornbread in. They just hoped you would get used to being surrounded by vampires soon.

They would be the first to check on you in the morning though. Bert would be there with a prime T-bone steak and call you a good girl/bly while you ate. Joan would hug you and tell you that she is proud of you for not leaving your bedroom all night.

Yeah. Hum…So…You got adopted? I think?

Father Paul

Father Paul was happy to get a cell mate. He saw you as the chance to be a father again. What he didn’t know however was that werewolves had a natural dislike for vampires. Your displeasure was quite evident when he gave you a cup of water and said cup was thrown against a wall. But…he didn’t give up.

He showed patience. He waited calmly for you to make the first move. He kept smiling and gained inch by inch until he could be close enough to attempt becoming friends. He talked to you. You were a person of a few words and rather wordless communication.

You were distrustful. He understood.

He started reading to you—sharing things about himself. He didn’t want you to see him as a vampire. He wanted you to see him as Father Paul—your cell companion. He talked to you about the island he had grown to love and the people who used to live there. He wanted you to share things about yourself as well. But he didn’t rush you. He offered you reassurance and a listening ear.

He also took care of you after the transformations.

“Good morning. Slept well? I brought you breakfast. I hope you will eat. Your metabolism needs it. And I would be extremely disappointed if I was to lose my roommate. Starvation is not fun. I can assure you from experience.”

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do you have any random headcanons for your favorite ghostfaces/slashers?

-🔪

Billy Loomis refuses to be honest about just how much he loves a good vampire movie, something about the bloodthirsty classic monster does it for him. He would totally wear a vampire costume for Halloween one year but would downplay it. (Stu Macher loves werewolves, surprisingly literally no one.)

If Stu Macher were to go to college, you know if the plan went as it should have, I could see him taking a photography course and getting super into it. (I would write about this if I ever wrote a sequel to Two Boys Are Better Than One.)

Mickey Altieri reads constantly. You go to this apartment, and you would find a ton of tapes sure, but he will also have stacks of books, novels, an absurd amount of bookmarks. He always has the max amount of books out possible and is almost always late bringing them back, not because he can't read them in time, but because he is lazy about bringing them back.

Ethan Landry has the same birthday cake for his birthday, every single year, and it is a classic vanilla funfetti cake, with homemade fluffy white icing, sugar sprinkles and topped with those sweet candy glazed strawberries. He loves it, he likes other cakes sure, but it is a comfort and all he wants on his birthday.

Jason Carvey loves rom coms, like Meg Ryan at the height of her powers rom coms, he tells exactly no one about this. Nancy Myers makes his favorites.

DBD Ghostface/Danny Johnson is weirdly into those stories of people who go urban exploring or caving or camping in the woods and get hopelessly lost and go missing permanently (he likes to write out what might have happened to them) or the ones where they do die and are found later on. He loves the helpless nature of it, as well as enjoying the fact these people went into these situations willingly and got themselves in trouble to this degree, ultimately losing everything.

[books-and-strawberry-tea]

Discarded Good Reads TBR

1/11/24

I was gonna leave this till New Years 25, but decided to do it early. Yes it's November, but I have over 600+ in my good reads tbr and would rather get it sorted sooner rather then later. Some of these books and been on my list for years. So long I didn't even remember I had a good reads account. So lets go!

Can I Steal You for a Second

The Lady Upstairs

Silverglass

Night Tide

Off The Record

Dearly Departed

Melt With You

Her Countess to Cherish

Two Winters

Never Ever Getting Back Together

Mistakes Were Made

The Fiance Farce

Victories Greater Than Death

Fake It

The Hellion's Waltz

Payback's a Witch

Cool for the Summer

In The Event of Love

Something Borrowed

In Her Shoes

The Fault In Our Stars

Bridget Jones Diary

The Devil Wears Prada

Confessions of a Shopahoplic

The Help (As you can see from the last few listings, I went through a time were I wanted to read the books of some of the movies I loved but I've just lost interest in doing this. Doesn't help that the people who wanted to read them with me didn't end up reading them either.)

Good In Bed

A Lady's Guide to Scandal (turns out this book was a sequel)

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins

If I Stopped Haunting You

I Hope This Doesn't Find You

Funny Story

A Witch's Guide to Magical Innkeeping

The Ballad Of Never After

A Curse For True Love (Iykyk)

Safe Haven (An Aussie Book, I'm wanting to read Chai Time of Cinnamon Gardens, and if I like this book I'll try the other one)

Wrong Text, Right Love

Spellbound in the Stacks

That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved A Demon

Girls Weekend

Parties

Redeeming 6

Saving 6

Keeping 13

Binding 13

Not In Love

Taming 7

Hate Mail

To Woo And To Wed

Haunt Your Heart Out

Otherworldly

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Make The Season Bright

I Feed Her To The Beast Series

Tangled Up In You

Werewolf's Guide to Seducing A Vampire

King of Sloth (Kings Of Sin Series as a whole)

Ready or Not

Kilt Trip

Dead To The World

Dead of Night

Dead Weight

Dead Wrong

A Thousand Broken Pieces

She Who Rose From Ashes

Rebel Belle

Sinner's Anonymous Series

Pretty Little Liar's (I loved the tv show but I dont feel like reading the books anymore)

Peculiar Tastes Series

Children of Blood And Bone

We Used To Live Here

Shatter Me

A Sweet Sting of Salt

My Darling Dreadful Thing

The Summer of Broken Rules

Morrighan (The Remnant Chronicles)

Beasts of Gatamora Series

Dungeons and Drama

Rewitched

The Cottage Around the Corner

A Hunger Like No Other

Crimson Debt

Scream For Us

The Binding

The Betrayals

The Undermining of Twyla and Frank

The Undercutting of Rosie and Adam

A Rival Most Vial

The Volcano Girls

Vampire Girl

The Christmas Appeal

The Pairing

By Any Other Name

Small Miracles

Hum

YouthJuice (I DNFed this. Dunno why its in the TBR list on GR. Boring as all hell)

My Best Friends Exorcism

The Raag of Rta

Silent Sister

The Price Guide to the Occult

Never Fall for a Dragon

The Gathering Dark

Mortal Skin

At Least You Have Your Health

After The Forest

Fit To Do

Natural Beauty

The Glow

All Night Pharmacy

Guillotine

The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

Slasher Girls and Monster Boys

In The Dream House

The Dark Within Us

The Vampires Melody

The Invocations

Such Sharp Teeth

The Ones Who Come Back Hungry

Indian Burial Ground

Castle of the Cursed

Diavola

Haunt Sweet Home

The Dangerous Ones

Fang Fiction

So Let Them Burn

The Woods All Black

We Shall Be Monsters (Turns out I had two books under this name from two different authors)

The Botanical Daughter

Red In Tooth And Claw

Such Lovely Skin

Incidents Around The House

The House Of Last Resort

I Accidently Summoned A Demon Boyfriend

Together We Burn

Even Though I Knew The End

The Monsters We Defy

The Magpie Lord

Mortal Follies

The Dead Romantics

A lot of the books I got rid of in the older tabs were contemporary genre, and there's not a whole lot of contemporary books I like. At least as a whole. There are exceptions but mainly, I find the genre boring. I feel like if it's contemporary, it has to be something really gripping or deranged for me to stay entertained. Murder mysteries and thrillers that are particularly messed up (I loved Butcher & Blackbird), Dark Romance (Adored Haunting Adeline and everything else I've read so far from H.D. Carlton.)

(Also just side note, a lot of the older books listed in my list reminded me of bi erasure and how its alive and well. Bi characters are always listed as lesbian. It's so stupid. Anyway, rant over.)

Books I found that I forgot about (That sound amazing!!)

Spice Road

Off With Their Heads

Dragonfruit

The Lunar Chronicles (I always forget about this series but it looks really awesome, and really want to give it a go)

The Heir of The Beast (I keep missing being able to read this.)

I now have 490 on my list, I may go through it again. Cause there's still a lot on the list. If I go through it again, I'll edit this post. If you've read any of these books, and you think I should reconsider, please let me know!., , ..0 (Greetings from my cat apparently)

[rose-of-oz]

all even numbers + august for the autumn inspired ask?

Thanks so much for this!! Also gonna tag @littlebvtterfly and @luucypevensie!! <3 <3

Do they have any unusual collections or items in their home?

Does her huge collection of CDs and records of Broadway cast recordings count? Because she definitely has two full shelves in her bedroom stacked with those.

Do they like horror as a genre?

She does! Not the thriller or psychological stuff, though - just give her a good old gory slasher flick that she can tease JJ about getting scared of any day.

Do they prefer tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?

She has a caffeine addiction, it’s kind of a problem, so decidedly coffee.

What’s their favourite way to keep warm (coats, a fireplace, a hug, etc.)?

Living where she does, keeping warm generally isn’t a problem, but if she had to choose a method other than the general weather, there’s nothing she’d pick over a nice beach bonfire.

If they had to become a supernatural creature (a werewolf, a vampire, etc.) what would they pick?

She’d definitely become a siren, are you kidding? Magical singing and she gets to spend her whole life in the water, it’s perfect for her.

What’s their weirdest or most irrational fear?

Getting hit in the face with a basketball. She’s never had that happen before, so she can’t even explain why she’s scared of it, but she’s definitely never played basketball before because of this fear.

What’s their favourite type of pie?

She’s a big lover of blueberry pie, especially her grandmother’s with the sugar crystals lovingly put onto the crust.

What makes them nostalgic?

Really, it’s a million little things that she pretty much does every day, because they’re the same things she’s been doing since she was a kid: huddling around a beach bonfire with the rest of the Pogues, dancing around the kitchen with her grandparents while records play, sneaking out late at night to meet up with the other Pogues and go adventuring in the moonlight.

Would they ever visit an allegedly haunted building?

Probably, but not without the rest of the Pogues with her. She wouldn’t particularly scared, but it would be fun to hear John B and JJ scream.

What family traditions do they remember from their childhood?

She didn’t get much of them from her actual parents, but her grandparents have a lot of traditions: family dinner every night, church on holidays only, family movie night, usually a classic movie musical, every Friday. The other Pogues, being just as much August’s family as her grandparents, are allowed to participate in all of this, and she has her own traditions with them that are just as important to her.

If they had a familiar, what type of animal would it be?

Something cute, definitely, with big eyes like John B’s always teasing her for having, like a lemur, maybe.

What are their favourite party games or activities?

Not that she really goes to many parties, but she’s always loved the act of telling ghost stories and gossiping until the wee hours at the sleepover birthday parties she’s had with the other Pogues, and she did enjoy playing Spin the Bottle the singular time she tried it, even if Pope joked about the kiss on the cheek she gave him for a solid two weeks afterwards.

autumn-inspired oc questions!!

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Epic: 11 Oct. Suptober

Though Sam had no love for Halloween, he too felt a modicum of despair for the display before them.

deancas not-hiding-a-developing-relationship-as-well-as-they-think-they-are au #pray4sam

A giant banner over the store's entrance read "Epic Holiday Extravaganza" and upon spotting it, Sam groaned in his soul.

"Awesome," Dean said, grin wacky and his chest puffed out like an inflatable vampire's. 

(They'd just driven through a neighborhood heavily decorated with towering monsters and fake cobwebs, Dean slapping the steering wheel out of sheer enthusiasm the whole time.)

Upon entering the store lobby, however, Dean's balloon instantly popped.

Though Sam had no love for Halloween, he too felt a modicum of despair for the display before them.

"Where are the ghosts?" Dean demanded. (Never mind that real ghosts were usually the fucking worst.) "The jack o'lanterns? The Oogie Boogies and tombstones? No spiders? No bats? Not even a cornucopia or stack of plain old pumpkins?"

Sam tried to put out his arm in a casual sort of way, to keep his brother from plowing headfirst into the copse of festooned Christmas trees, reindeer and sleigh, red and green gnomes, and a large translucent angel with lacy wings that flapped, slowly, like a butterfly's. Everything on sale, 40% off, earn ten dollars Krazy Kash for fifty dollars spent.

"It's October eleventh," Dean all but yelled.

"All right, chill," Sam hissed under his breath.

"The assistant store manager has time to meet with us now," Cas said. Having arrived first, he'd strolled up an aisle of boxed ornaments, wrapping paper, wreaths, and snowmen figurines without any discernible distress. 

Cas did give the fake angel a dirty look; Sam snorted, mostly to himself.

"Finally," Dean muttered, "at least we can see a real corpse for a change." He stopped dead in his tracks. "You know what I mean."

Cas tipped his head. "I don't, actually."

Dean rolled his eyes and nudged Cas back down the aisle.

-

"I'm surprised the Christmas stuff bugged you so much," Sam said conversationally. He finished drinking his milkshake and waited for Dean to swallow a wad of french fries.

Dean wiped his hands on a paper napkin, crumpled the burger wrapper into a ball, and pitched it neatly into the world's smallest trash can set beneath the motel television stand. "I like Christmas," Dean said. "Hell, I love Christmas sometimes. Not in freakin' autumn. The leaves haven't even fallen off the trees yet. Halloween's too good to waste this early, man. It's disrespectful."

A ghoul digging up a semi-retired warehouse worker, eating half his limbs, and leaving the rest in the mattress section of a mid priced department store just to annoy the store manager also seemed disrespectful to Sam, but Dean didn't need him chiming in about that.

"You and Cas picked out your costumes yet?" Sam asked, toeing off his boots.

Dean went stock still. Shifty around the eyes. Maybe a little spooked.

Cas exited the bathroom just then. He'd changed into his on the road pajamas, i.e. he'd taken off his trench coat and his suit coat, and left his shoes by the door (having already washed off the gooey ghoul blood, for which Sam was grateful). "Has something happened?" he asked Dean.

"No," Dean said, sullen as a teenager.

"Are we going to watch a movie?" Cas arranged himself against the headboard of one of the two beds.

Good mood restored, Dean bounced up to grab the remote. "Local access channel's showing Bludgeon Brothel in fifteen minutes. Classic '80s slasher. Made Lola Sidebottom a household name for a while there." He crashed onto the mattress next to Cas and looked happier than a witch with a new broomstick.

Well, at least Sam knew which bed was his for the night: the other one.

-

(On the 31st day of the month, he pretended to be surprised when both Dean and Cas walked out of Dean's bedroom dressed like skeleton pirates.)

[twfantasies]

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[shions-new-blog-of-stuff]

"SPOOOOKY Movie Night!"

Canon x OC, fluff, Halloween stuff

Idea credited to @the-resident-vampire (love u!)

imagine, curling up on the couch on a quiet evening with leon after a long day - watching a slasher movie marathon with a bowl of popcorn and having a bag of Halloween candy on standby. nothing too extravagant but enjoying the comfortable silence as you both watch the protagonist run up the stairs instead of out the front door.

Halloween night--dark, chilly, the perfect weather for the night of frights.

Catherine had a long shift, and just finished putting on her costume--Material Girl era Madonna, fancy jewelry, blonde wig, long pink dress and all.

Leon was downstairs, prepping the candy bowl for any trick or treaters. He went with a devil/Lucifer look -- pristine white suit and tie, with a forked tail and curved horns poking out of the coat and hat. He also had fake fangs and nails, but they stayed on the kitchen counter because they just got in the way.

"If you really were the devil himself, you know I wouldn't mind making a deal with you."

Catherine was standing in the doorway, giggling. Leon looked up and nodded, flashing a grin.

He walked up to her, taking her hand and giving it a little peck.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste," he replied.

"Hm...that sounds familiar but..." Catherine said, trying to think.

"Rolling Stones. Sympathy for the Devil."

"Ohhhh."

(ding!) The microwave went off, and Leon backed away to pour the popcorn into a large blue bowl. "So, Cath, what are we watching tonight?"

"Got a whole stack of DVDs, enough for the entire night."

"Perfect."

The two sat close on the couch, arms wrapped around each other. Catherine had rented or owned many classics (her grandfathers collection)- Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and more.

After another movie ended, Catherine moved to put in a new DVD.

"This one's me 'n my uncle's favorite," she said smiling and returning to Leon's embrace.

From the TV, the film's ominous, but somehow elegant theme began to play.

The title card flashed as the music swelled.

@mishwanders @lex-the-flex @likesugarandcyanide @resident-mercie @residentdreamy @notrattus @squashfics @g0thesqe @darckcarnival

[mediamixs]

Top 10 Horror Movies with Libraries as a Setting

Ghostbusters (1984) The iconic library scene in Ghostbusters is one of the most memorable horror-tinged moments in the film. When scientists Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, and Egon Spengler investigate a haunting at the New York Public Library, they encounter a terrifying ghost that causes chaos in the stacks, with books flying everywhere and a librarian being attacked.

The Changeling (1980) In this haunted house horror film, composer John Russell (George C. Scott) uses a microfiche machine at his local library to research the history of the isolated Victorian mansion he has purchased, which is occupied by supernatural forces.

It: Chapter One (2017) In the first part of the recent adaptation of Stephen King's It, young Ben Hanscom hides from bullies in the town library. As the Losers Club forms to fight Pennywise the shapeshifting clown, Ben does research in the library to trace the creature's gruesome history, only to be confronted by Pennywise in the stacks.

Se7en (1995) In David Fincher's dark thriller Se7en, Detective Somerset (Morgan Freeman) reads up on tales of Christian retribution in a Los Angeles library, and is also able to locate the killer's apartment based on book records.

Blackmail (1929) This early Hitchcock thriller climaxes atop the Round Reading Room of the British Museum.

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2009) The original Swedish adaptation of this novel scrubs out the Lindgren librarian character.

The Kennel Murder Case (1933) While this classic murder mystery doesn't feature a librarian, a book called The Kennel Murder Case is central to the mystery plot.

Spellbound (1945) The Hitchcock classic thriller Spellbound features a scene of mistaken identity in a library setting.

Urban Legend (1998) This slasher film features a gothic library set as a key location

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV series) The pilot episode of this TV series introduces the Sunnydale High School library, which becomes a central hub for the Scooby Gang's supernatural investigations

These 10 horror films demonstrate the library's versatility as a setting for scares, suspense, and supernatural occurrences. From classic ghost stories to modern slashers, the library has proven to be a rich and compelling location for horror storytelling.

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Why are you leaving me? Have I not done enough to prove I love you?

Character: Jordy Stevens

Ship: Jordy x Reader/Jordy x You

Fandom: slasher-jax(he's my oc)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, gore, kidnapping, drugs, bro's a vampire and a yandere yall, hair pulling, emetiphobia, he speaks Spanish from time to time (key at the end)

Jordy yelled after you, the crumpled body of your ex laying at his feet with two puncture holes in their neck, blood spewing from said holes and pooling around them. He thought you would understand. WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! He did this for you, for both of you. That jackass was just in y'all's way of being together.

"NO! Por favor, don't leave. Please! I don't wanna hurt you, I swear!"

Jordy sighs as you continue running, eyes flashing crimson as he chases after you with supernatural speed, grabbing you just before you reached the door. His hand knotted itself in your hair, pulling you tight against his once warm, now cold chest. He slapped a hand over your mouth before you could scream, a soft whimper escaping you instead.

Jordy drug you carelessly threw the hallway, leading you to a surgery room. You were beginning to wish you had never agreed to come to this stupid abandoned hospital with him. As you both turn a corner, an old scalpel embeds itself into your Achilles, ripping a scream from your throat. He looks down at you before making a mental note to fix that later. In a last ditch effort to escape you dug you nails into his hand, causing him to yell in pain and drop you, only for a second though, to check his hand. He slowly walked up to you as you tried crawling away, your left leg now parallelized keeping you from standing.

He grabs you by the throat, not hard enough to choke you, but just enough to keep control of your body. He pulls you into the surgery room finally. The room looked like any other room in this abandoned hospital, just a bit cleaner. In one corner there was a rolling cart with clean tools on it, in another there was a cozy looking hospital bed. They only abnormal thing about this room was the titanium leg clamp that sat next to the bed.

Jordy tosses you on the bed gently, grabbing your leg before you can even try to get away. He clamps the unharmed leg in the clamp, walking away as you try to pull yourself out of it. He flicks a light on, allowing you to see the room better. The floor was caked in blood and in a corner were several dead bodies, all at different stages of decay. The bodies were all mangled together, their jaws broken and their eyes plucked out. In the other corner sat the eyes, all placed in jars and the jars stacked on top of one another. Jordy looked at you sadly, the scar on the right side of his freckled face ever more visible. He shook his head as you began screaming again, hoping for someone, anyone to hear you. He sighed before walking up to you, holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"Lo siento, mi amor. I did this for you... all I wanted in return, was your love."

Jordy said, sticking your neck with the syringe, shooting the liquid into you. You felt the effects right away, your eyes getting heavy. The last thing you felt and seen was Jordy's cool lips against your forehead, and his, once ice blue and brown, now crimson eyes staring down at you sadly.

Key: Por Favor/Please, Lo Siento/I'm Sorry, Mi Amor/My Love

^Jordy Sevens

^Pre-Vamp Jordy

Jordy belongs to me, he is my own oc/persona. This work is an original work. Artwork does not belong to me. Art came from this picrew.

@zeroisreallygood @th3r4t48 @puppet200

[milfgyuu]

The Yo-Nut Slasher Pairing: Wen Junhui x Fem!Reader Tags: 2.3k, Humor, Spooky Stuff Prompt: “Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?” Requested Anonymously Summary: Ur favorite Yo-Nut employees are back for a Halloween special. (From the ‘What’s My Age Again?’ AU)

Warnings: Language.

Halloween is always a busy night for the Yo-Nuts staff, including the late shift because what’s better than going home and digging into all that candy?

Apparently going out for frozen yogurt and donuts at one o’clock in the morning. 

That’s what.

You and Jun whirl around each other behind the counter serving costumed vampires, werewolves, zombies, cheerleaders, celebrities, slasher villains, and tv show characters galore.

Seriously, you’ve seen like twelve Eddie Munsons from Stranger things in the past hour alone. 

The toppings are running slim and there is only one bin of gummy bears left but thankfully closing time quickly approaches and people start filtering out around two thirty in the morning. You attempt to clean as you go but you’re shot from how busy it’s been. Jun is much the same as he half-heartedly cleans the counter, knocking sprinkles onto the floor he’ll have to sweep up later. 

He’s still holding strong to that promise of cleaning the floors and bathrooms for all eternity. 

“That’s it,” Jun sighs in relief, locking the doors and turning off all the neons in the windows. He flips the ‘Closed’ sign a little hastier than usual. “Hell night is over.”

You snort, turning down the lights. “It’s almost three am. The witching hour hasn’t even begun.”

Jun finishes cleaning the last of the tables and see’s you carefully closing out the computer system, pulling the cash drawer to take back to the office to count. 

He can’t resist the urge - you’re just so vulnerable and unsuspecting. He sneaks up behind you and presses his fingers into your ribs, delighting in the terrified squawk you let out.

He’s lucky not a single penny spills from the drawer in your hands.

“If you tell anyone about the sound I just made, I’ll kill you,” you growl before turning around and glaring up at him, “And then I’ll dump your ass and you can be a lonely single loser for all of eternity.”

Jun grins. “You’re so hot when you threaten me.”

Damn him and his ability to make you laugh. 

You retreat to the office and Jun cleans the floors and bathrooms - though it might be a little half-assed and a problem for day shift. The only thing left to do is shut down the serving station but he glances at it and instead decides to check on you and make sure you weren’t trying to bash in the poor old printer as he’d caught you attempting a few weeks back.

Printing the evening financials was decidedly the worst part of your job. 

Thankfully, by the time he arrives, you’re already neatly stacking reports and stapling them together. The machinery still fully intact. Jun knows he’s not allowed to be all lovey dovey with you at work because you hate the PDA but no one is around so he leans over you to kiss the top of your head, smiling when he hears your soft hum of approval. 

Something catches his eye in the large monitor that displays the footage from the security cameras and at first, he writes it off as his imagination but another flicker of motion has his brows furrowed as he leans over you. You complain about being smooshed beneath his frame but he clicks on one of the outside cameras, centering the footage and making it larger. 

“Someone is hanging around by the dumpsters.”

You huff. “Yeah, probably a fat raccoon.”

“No, I’m serious.” His tone is far more firm than usual and you take a look at the screen. “That’s a person. They’re just…pacing back and forth.”

There’s a lump in your throat and you struggle to swallow it down.

“Maybe they’re drunk,” you hurry to rationalize why there would be a large, dark figure lurking behind your building, “There’s tons of Halloween parties and pub crawls going on.”

Jun grimaces, “...I don’t like it.”

You lay your hand over his and look up at him. “I’ll write a note for day shift and we can just leave the trash inside by the back door. My car is close to the front doors so let’s just finish what we need and go, okay?”

Jun glances back at the camera where the figure continues to pace back and forth, no sign of deviation from it’s short, repetitive path. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get out of here.”

Even though you know you’re safe inside you don’t let go of Jun’s hand as you walk around ensuring everything is indeed locked up. Jun hits the lights as you go, blanketing everything in darkness until only a few service lights and the moonlight shining through the dining room windows illuminate your steps. 

You make it just around the corner and behind the counter when Jun suddenly wraps his around around you from behind, one hand over your mouth, and he drops you both to the ground behind the serving station. Your eyes are wide in panic and Jun hushes you softly, his lips close to your ear. 

“Don’t scream! Please don’t scream,” he repeats until you release the death grip on his wrist and try to slow your breathing. “Someone is outside trying to look into the windows.”

“M-maybe it’s just some idiot who doesn’t realize we’re closed.”

There’s a horrific sound that hits your ears and you both cringe. The sound of something sharp scratching glass. 

You jolt in fear and accidentally knock Jun’s head against a metal cabinet. He groans but you quickly scramble out of his lap and plaster yourself next to him, curling your knees tight to your chest. You smack his thigh, telling him to do the same thing because his long legs stick out so far his shoes would be visible to whoever the hell is outside. He tucks them in and rubs the back of his head, instinctively ducking as there is a taunting knocking sound. 

“This is not fucking happening,” you mutter to your self, “We’re not getting murdered in Yo-Nuts.”

Jun snorts and you cut him a glare. “What?” he whispers, “The headline would be a little bit funny.”

“I’m. Not. Laughing.”

He shuts right up and the silence is followed by tapping but it’s sharp, almost metallic. It makes your teeth hurt. Jun looks over at you trembling in fear and he tries to make you feel better. 

“What if it’s like the hash-slinging slasher?” he attempts, “Right? Because he was actually just some guy with a spatula who wanted to apply for a job and he wasn’t scary at all!”

Your nails dig into your knees to keep from losing it and you look over at him, tilt your head, and grit your teeth. Jun shrinks. 

“Except that was a SpongeBob episode and this is real life!” you hiss, “And we don’t fucking use spatulas here!”

So, that didn’t work. 

“Oh my god,” you squeeze the bridge of your nose, “Ok. We just need to think.”

The tapping is drowned out by a loud crunching sound and when you peer over at Jun, he’s managed to somehow reach back behind and above your heads to grab a mixed handful of crushed peanuts and chocolate chips out of the serving bins. He shovels it into his mouth and you shake your head at him. 

“Ok, alright, we need to call the cops,” you mumble to yourself patting down both your apron and pants pockets, “Shit, where is my phone?”

More crunching but slightly varied. Likely another topping option. 

Around a mouthful, Jun asks, “Did you leave it in the office?”

Yes. Yes, you did. It had almost fallen out of your pocket so you set it on the desk and then you got distracted by the creeper outside and you just wanting to get the hell out of here. 

You hold out a hand toward your boyfriend and then close your fist around four multi colored sour gummy worms. With a hushed groan, you whip your head toward him, vision catching on the pink gummy worm hanging out the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes widen curiously as you aggressively throw them away, the faint sound of them splattering somewhere in the kitchen again forgotten when the knocking and scratching picks up again. “Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?!”

Jun gawks at you incredulously. “Babe! You know I eat when I’m nervous!”

You will every ounce of patience into your body. You love him. You really do. You don’t want to sacrifice him to the shadow man outside. Even though you could probably out run him. Or trip him. He’s got weaker ankles. 

Ugh. Who are you kidding? You’d miss him too much. 

Calmly and evenly, you try again, holding out your hand. “Jun, I need your phone.”

“I don’t have it.”

“What do you mean you don’t have it? You always have it!”

He smiles awkwardly. “I left it at home because we were gonna be together all day anyways so I thought I uh…wouldn’t need it.”

You narrow your eyes and then gasp. “Oh my god! You’re downloading that stupid upgrade for your league game, aren’t you?!”

Jun sighs. “Well…yeah, but only because it takes like six hours and again,” he emphasizes with his brows and a wave of his hand over your body, “Love of my life. Right here. By my side. All day. Who else do I need to call?”

“I don’t know…maybe the police?! In case of an emergency! Like this!”

Jun nods. ”Right…yeah. Lesson learned there.”

You realize you need to get back to the office for the business phone but even if you crawl all the way there, you’d be visible for a brief portion of it. Tears spring to your eyes in both frustration and fear. You bury your face in your hands and Jun loops his arm around your shoulders. “Hey,” he says softly, “We’re going to be okay. I promise.”

You lean into his embrace. All the frustration and anger peeling away to the reveal the very raw terror beneath. “I’m sorry for being so mean, Junhui,” you sniffle, pressing harder against his chest, “I’m so fucking scared right now.”

“I know,” he wraps his arms tighter, “I know. Me too.”

“I love you.”

“Now you’re scaring me.”

A little reluctantly amused nose exhale is all he gets in response. 

With Jun’s encouragement and warm touch that never wavers, he convinces you to make a run to the back office where the phone is located, and he locks the door from the inside. You make a frantic call out to emergency services and are forced to sit tight wait for them to arrive - both too nervous to do much more than share the single desk chair and huddle together anyway. 

The cops find nothing aside from some scratches near the doors but the entire property was clear by the time you emerge from the building. Jun triple checks the alarm and quadruples his efforts on the locks. They determine it was probably just some kids playing a prank or like you had originally assumed, a drunkard out of his mind but probably harmless. 

It isn’t until a week later, lazing about in Jun’s bed as you flicked through channels late at night that you got an actual answer to who was outside that night.

Your boss believed your story and hadn’t batted an eye about closing the shop early for the next two weeks - giving you and Jun much needed time off. It was spent much like this, in the apartment with you sitting up against the pillows and Jun laying on his stomach between your legs, long arms wrapped around your waist as he sleeps with his head on your thigh or stomach. You didn’t much care to sleep alone and Jun didn’t argue when you unofficially moved in for the time being.

The reporter’s voice on the news channel catches your attention.

“After multiple reports of local night shift workers being terrorized by an unknown ‘Shadow Man’ police have finally brought charges against a suspect they caught lurking near a downtown pub.”

“Babe,” you pat Jun’s bare back repeatedly, “Wake up and look at the tv!”

He lifts his heads and smacks his lips. There’s probably drool on you where his mouth has been but you ignore it. Jun turns his head at an awkward angle and blinks. “No dummy just roll over!”

He musters the energy and then very ungracefully rolls onto his back to rest his head and shoulders against your front. You wrap your arms around him and rub his chest, coaxing him back to the land of the living. “They caught the guy!”

Jun hums. “What guy?”

“Shh!”

‘....surveillance paid off when officers caught the thirty-seven year old convicted felon pacing in the alley way behind the pub’s back door the staff typically uses to take trash to the dumpsters. He’s been taken into custody though the full extent of charges being brought against him are still unknown.’

Jun’s heartbeat thuds hard & fast beneath your palm.

‘All reports mention taunting scratching, tapping, and knocking against glass and exterior doors and four of the six businesses were able to provide security footage showing an identical shadowy figure pacing in the same pattern near the rear exits and dumpsters. Although his motive is currently unknown, all reports came from vulnerable night shift employees who experienced this horror just minutes…’

Jun slips the remote from your fingers and switches something else on. Something more upbeat. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to look for a new job?”

You blink at him. “You want to leave Yo-Nuts?”

Jun snickers. He’ll never be over the company name. It’s the reason he applied. 

“No,” he sighs, looking up at you as he shakes his head, “Not really. It’s easy and they overpay us. Plus...we get to work together.”

You smile, tipping your chin down to kiss his forehead. 

“I don’t want to leave either.”

Jun shrugs, settling into his new comfy position and he holds your hands. “Then it’s settled. We’re staying. Take that, you Hash-Slinging Slasher wannabe.”

“Yeah…that guy definitely wasn’t applying for a job.”

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[charliedawn]

while yall fight to the death outside, im gonna stay in my treehouse that is very much guarded with garlic and wooden stakes. stay safe yall 🙏

Author: “THE SUN IS GETTING UP! I REPEAT THE SUN IS GETTING UP!”

The other vampires *running away*

Stack: “Wait. What ‘bout Remmick?!”

Annie: “He’ll survive. Rats never die. Now c’mon hide!”

Remmick *screams* : “NO! PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME! *to the slashers* LEMME GO! PLEASE! AM GONNA DIE!”

Eddie: “Should we like…help him? He’s starting to look like Freddy.”

Everyone else:

[gavillain]

So then what horror villain could take them all?

What horror villain could beat all the Disney villains? Well I think a lot of the Lovecraftian cosmic horror creatures like Cthulhu or the Great Old Ones would be difficult opponents for any of the Disney villains to beat. Though even then, Jafar with his genie powers is kind of crazy powerful even with his inability to kill, and I can see plenty of circumstances where the others might come out on top. The cosmic horrors would likely win, but not necessarily easily.

Dracula and other sufficiently powerful vampires could certainly give the villains a run for their money too. And then I don't know enough about Pinhead from the Hellraiser films to make a call one way or the other, but from what I do know, I think he'd be one of the few horror movie villains who'd be able to challenge them.

The problem with most horror movies is that they're often slashers who are human or used to be human and now are enhanced versions of humans. And while the Disney Villains' opponents that they lose to are humans, they're also heroes who win by virtue of being heroes. They have true love and righteousness and all that jazz that serve as the weaknesses of the Disney Villains. Horror movie villains don't have that benefit, and given that they usually also lose to ordinary humans but for far less philosophical reasons, it stacks the deck against them going against characters with awe-inspiring dark magic that's untethered to the limitations of story.

[iamcinema]

IAC Reviews #011: Bloodstream (1985)

Let’s go back a few years close to when I made this blog, roughly 2013 or 2014.

Around this point, I was looking for some unique, weird, and obscure titles to share for the horror forums I was apart of and to make notes of to eventually add to my collection. If I was able to find names that had little to no available information on them, then I knew I was onto something special. This would often bring me to sites like TwistedAnger that sold copies and transfers of horror, exploitation, and mondo films to fill me in on elusive material that were often times obscure and never got an official release. This little search would bring me to find Bloodstream, and with the interesting cover art, I knew I had to find more about it - but much to my dismay, there was very little to be had or known about it.

Bloodstream is 1985 low-budget slasher film directed by Michael J. Murphy, whom A Slash Above has dubbed the Ted V. Mikels of the UK, which is quite the comparison. Given that there was very little to go off of with this beyond the site’s review, I was left to scratch my head a bit as to whether or not I’d be able to find the film in its entirety beyond a few clips, which only made me hungerier for more after reading the synopsis.

Our story centers on Alistair Bailey, an up and coming filmmaker who is suddenly fired from a project he’s working on by a sleazy VHS distributor named William King. Instead of the film being scraped like he thought, he later finds out that King plans on distributing the film globally and it becomes a critical hit with the home video market. Rightfully pissed by this, Bailey seeks revenge and conspires to go on a killing spree with vengeful employee in a similar manner as the deaths in his movie - only this time, the effects will be real.

This got me pretty excited to check this out, and once the film got added to Youtube a few years ago, I was quick to jump at this. As a full disclosure, I did see and review this for UTA several years ago, but the details of my experience are on the hazy side. So, I won’t count this as a retrospective review this time around, but I’ll reflect on what I can if it’s as good or bad as I remember it being all those years ago.

Bloodstream in One Gif:

So, let’s dip our toes into this one.

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But first, a little backstory about the film and what I was able to find. Going off the premise and opening alone, this one has a certain kind of tone to it, dare I say very pointed and self-aware. According to Murphy, the film was his response to distribution companies and presumably bad business experiences he’s had. Unfortunately, the film failed to be picked up for distribution before falling into total obscurity. I’ll return to this again towards the end to help wrap things up. The budget is also very low as one could expect; roughly £400 in 1985, or £1,053.02 in February 2020 (I’m not to sure what that comes out to in USD or CAD). Given the limited budget, I’m a bit surprised with what they were able to accomplish, and for that I’ll give it that much.

As far as our characters go, they were quite forgettable and the first time around I couldn’t remember who was who or what purpose they served. So, coming back into things with a fresh slate was helpful. Aside from our two focuses being Alistair and William, we have a couple others that will become topics of interest.

We have Judy, an actress brought into the flock by William whom he’s having an affair with to help advance her career. We also have Greg, a former pornstar who was brought in like Judy was to work under William. There’s also the matter of William’s family; his brother Simon, a misogynistic sleaze who has a thing for power while also being held under financial ransom by William at the company, his wife Sally, and his daughter Lisa - both of which whose dreams of being in the industry are held under William. All of this becomes important later on, which is why I brought this up. There’s also another focal character that ties this all together, that being Nikki, William’s secretary who acts as a mole and accomplice to helping Alistair get his revenge by adding fuel to the fire with her own hidden motives and intentions.

Now, with that out of the way, let’s begin.

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As far as the story goes, it’s not all that bad, and in a way it reminds me of some tellings of Phantom of the Opera where our masked antihero seeks to get revenge on the Opera house owners who did him wrong by stealing credit for his work after being presumed dead. In a simialr fashion as the Phantom, there’s a lot of anger and malice behind the premeditated violence, and each of the murders was dragged out with a purpose in mind to send a message.

The plot moves along fast, as we’re immedately dropped into the action from the jump and the revenge scheme starts to take off within the 30 minute mark in a 73-minute film. However, it can feel like a log jam a bit with things being slowed down or padded out in the form of Alistair watching either his own movies or those from William’s distribution company. The quality of those films is pretty damn atrocious, playing on various horror film tropes and references like vampires, cannibalism, the occult, body horror, zombies, and Exorcist II: The Heretic - yeah, that happens. While it’s quite clear why these scenes are here in the first place, the run time could be shaved down to at least 65 minutes of these weren’t here.

From a technical standpoint, it’s not all that great and is overall uninteresting. The lighting is fairly poor, though I’ve seen worse. Some shots are overlit and others don’t seem to have enough, and while it doesn’t make it hard to see what’s going on, it adds to the overall cheapness. Speaking of which, the sets themselves aren’t all that remarkable either and it shows that they did their best to work with whatever they had with the budget since some of the locations feel like sound stages with black walls if it wasn’t places the crew likely had easier access to like their homes or a basic office space to rent out. There’s also a weird flickering problem where it will go from color to black and white briefly, which is a bit annoying as well.

The sound is probably it’s weakest point of everything else stacked against it, as some moments will be decently clear and others you’ll need to rewind it and try to figure out what was going on. I had to do this three times with finding Greg’s name, because I thought they were saying “Burke” for some reason. There’s also a fair amount of bad ADR going on, which is a bit laughable when it comes up. The sound quality in general just makes for a bad time with figuring out what’s going on, particularly in crowded areas where you have the background noise to deal with on top of it sounding like the actors are on the other side of the room when they’re in front of the camera. So, unless you have a good ear, you might be a tad bit lost, but it’s not on levels of Ax’Em bad.

On that note, how about the gore and deaths? While they aren’t perfect and are on the hammy side, I’ll at least give them some credit for having memorable death scenes and succeeding in what they could do for a microbudget. Some of them give me similar vibes to other slasher movies of the decade like Final Exam, Woodchipper Massacre, and Cannibal Campout, which I think helps me to enjoy them a bit more in a way. It tried, so I guess an A for effort is fair enough - especially with a particular implied off-screen death that’s quite brutal and Murphy apparently got a lot of e-mails and letters about it.

The acting is a fairly mixed bag as well, with it being mostly meh or average for the type of low budget flick where none of the actors went on to do anything else. When it comes to Judy, Greg, Simon, and the rest of William’s family, they aren’t there much to land a solid impact. So, when they get their own individual scenes where they’re on their own, there isn’t a whole lot to see to comment on about how well they hold up. They’re okay, nothing truly dreadful though. When it comes to Alistair, Nikki, and William though, that’s a different story.

While I found Alistair (and to an extent, Nikki) to be sympathetic, they didn’t do much to pull at my heart strings to get me totally revved up for the revenge sequences. The same can be said for William as well. Yeah, he’s a total sleazy, swindling bastard, but that’s about it. As a villain, he’s sort of forgettable. The writing itself is fine, which is surprising for this type of film, but the acting is stiff and doesn’t feel natural or right. I don’t know if any of the actors had prior experience given that they haven’t shown up in any other productions that I’m aware of or if a lot of the fault could be placed on poor direction. It’s a damn shame too since this could have been much better if one or both of those things could have been resolved. Plus, it could have been much darker too by pulling out all the stops since it already took plenty of risks with the aformentioned death scene and the social commentary it addressed. But we’re 35 years too late for that now.

To return to something I said at the start regarding Murphy’s intentions behind the film, much of this is heavily reflected in Alistair’s characterization where he brushes off the films produced by William’s company as “garbage”, and rambles about censorship, on-screen violence, and belittling distribution companies during the final showdown between him and William. Subtlety isn’t in this film’s dictionary, even more so towards the end where it raises the question about whether or not horror movies and the media contribute to real-life violence; much akin to other later films like Video Violence and Woodchipper Massacre. Yeah, it’s not an original concept at all and it’s been no stranger to us since the turn of the century or even for the time when the Satanic Panic and PMRC Senate case was going on, but it’s nonetheless fun to see how different artists handle the topic at hand.

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So, what are my thoughts on this one? Well, I’m torn.

Back when I reviewed this in 2015, I was rather harsh on it for how low the quality was and that the acting was subpar at best. It left so much to be desired, as it could have been much bigger if it was given better resources to shine. I’d like to think there’s some other timeline where this could have been the success that Murphy wanted it to be, rather than his least favorite film he’s directed and ultimately faded away into obscurity - fulfilling its own prophecy in a way to become Bloodstream decades later.

With that being said, I think my old rating of 3/10 was a bit much. It’s no gem or masterpiece in any way, which again, is the sad part. But, it’s also not a total disasterpiece. If all the pieces fell in the right spot, this would be an easy 7.5/10 for me at the very least. However, with the technical issues and wooden acting, I’d give this a 4.5/10 to be on the generous side. If a day ever comes where someone wanted to do a faithful remake of this to show what we could have had, that would make for a fun night. If you want to give it a watch some time, it’s up on Youtube and it makes for a decent popcorn flick.

Rating: 4.5/10

[xiubaek-13]

Halloween Drabbles - Movie Marathon

Prompt: Horror movie marathon where you end up sleeping together on the couch because you’re too scared to get up

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Word Count: 994

Warnings: None unless you hate horror movies but there is nothing graphic in here.

“NO! Don’t run up the stairs you idiot, get out of the house!!!” You yelled at the TV.

Behind you, you heard Jongdae laughing. “Seriously babe, we’re three movies in now. You know damn well that anyone who isn’t Sydney dies.”

“Spoilers!” you gasp.

He laughs again before getting up off the couch to go fetch more snacks from the kitchen. It’s tradition for the two of you to have horror movie marathons every October in the week leading up to Halloween. Most of your friends hated scary movies, thinking they were either lame or they were terrified by them. Jongdae was the exception. He loved them and we thoroughly enjoyed watching you yell at the TV every year as though it made any difference.

In the six years you had been doing this with him you’d only been scared once by a British movie called The Children. It unsettled you so much that you forced Jongdae to let you share his bed. He hadn’t let you live that down yet. You maintained that the movie was fucking creepy and that children were terrifying. He maintained that you were a giant baby but he hadn’t turned you away from his bed.

“Yah! Did you want another drink?”  Dae’s voice sounded from the kitchen.

“Yes please, try to make it less strong this time though!” You called out.

Jongdae reappeared with a drink in each hand, vodka and cranberry for you and a beer for him, and a bowl of popcorn in his arms and a packet of lollies hanging from his mouth. “You are such a dork, here let me help you.” You took the popcorn from his arms and he set the two drinks down and dropped the lollies on the table.

“So, are we watching all of these tonight?” He asked while sifting through the stack of DVD’s you’d rented.

“Mmhmm.”

“Aish, there’s so many. Did you leave any in the store for anyone else to rent?”

“Oh shut up and pick the next one already.”

The night went on and the two of you sat through zombie apocalypses, countless slasher films, Dracula, a very questionable vampire movie choice that bordered on softcore porn that Dae had chosen and finally Orphan. Every year you tried to pick something to unnerve him and every year he sat through all of the movies completely unaffected and it drove you mad. You just needed one movie to creep him out, to make him feel uneasy or unsettled so that you were even. You’d resigned yourself to the fact that he’d probably never be scared by a movie, after he giggled at Annabelle you gave up on a movie actually scaring him.

He turned the case over and read the back as you put the DVD in your PS4. A husband and wife who recently lost their baby adopt a 9 year old girl who is not as nearly as innocent as she claims to be. “Yah, did you really pick another movie with a creepy kid in it? If you want to share my bed that badly you just have to ask.”

“You wish Dae, you wish.” You sat back down on the couch and started the movie.

It started out normal enough and the two of you were casually sprawled out on the couch, you’d put a pillow on Dae’s lap and had laid down and he was absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair as you watched the couple visit an orphanage and find the girl they were going to adopt. As the movie progressed and the girl turned out to in fact, be the worst girl you could possibly ever have the misfortune of adopting, you felt Dae’s hand tense in your hair. You thought in the very least he probably hated this girl. You were rethinking your remark from earlier because you were creeped the fuck out.

“Aish. Does it make me a bad person to wish death on a child?”

“Not if its this child Dae, not if its this child.”

“It’s not just me right, she’s trying to seduce her adoptive father?!”

“It’s not just you.” You cringed. This move was messed up. More messed up that you had thought. As messed up as it was you were at least getting a reaction out of Jongdae. Though really if he had no reaction to a 9 year old trying to seduce her adoptive father then you would be concerned.

“WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” He yelled at the screen. You had sat up during the final parts of the movie when all of the pieces revealed one hell of a twist. One that Dae had not been expecting since he was now yelling about it. “That’s so fucked up, oh my god. No. just... no. Ah wae! Why did you show me this?!”

“I didn’t know it would end like THAT!” You shot back.

You put on a final movie to try and get your minds off Orphan but it wasn’t really working. You were utterly creeped out and Dae was unsettled. He’d laid down behind you on the couch and had pulled you to him so that he was spooning you. 

The final movie, Shaun of the Dead, finished and you went to get up and go to bed but Dae’s arm tightened around your middle, preventing you from moving. He didn’t say anything but he’d buried his head into the crook of your neck. “Dae, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t move, instead answering you with a muffled voice. “Children, orphans… whatever the fuck that was that you made me watch, it got to me.”

You smiled. “Dae, are you saying that you want me to stay with you because the movie freaked you out?”

“Shut up and sleep.”

You laughed but made no attempt to move. If anything you were thankful because that movie had freaked you out and you didn’t want to sleep alone either.

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ooc ; thank u for tagging me in fun memes and stuff! ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ so i dont flood ppls dashes i just wait until i have a few & put them under readmores.

HORROR ARCHETYPE AESTHETICS tagged by: @ betelguide

GOTHIC HORROR.

gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight.   mist.   starless nights.   full moons.  cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.   bogs.   moors.  forests.   mountains.   castles.   velvet.   silver.   brass.   gold.   jewels.   domino masks.   the opera.  dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins. �� roses.   lilies.   empty graves.   crosses.   cemeteries.   snow.   ice.   the gallows.   crows.   milk-white skin.  ambiguous illness.  fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.   capes.   gloves.   top hats.   straight razors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns.   bats.   mice.   rats.   ravens.   cats.   pearls.   attics.   talismans.   axes.   wood.  isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.   ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.   mausoleums.   spiders.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR.

black   &   white.   powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.   icy blue eyes.   rain.   abandoned cars.   skeletons.   acid.  poison.   voyeurism.   switchblades.   strangling.   overcoats.   looking over your shoulder.   trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters.   cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.   shock.   cellars.  dust.  dark alleys.   empty streets.   driving at night.   horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.  zombies.   serial murder.   paranoia.   the city.   witches.  the devil.   cannibalism.  conspiracies.   amulets.   abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.    england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS.

bloodbaths.   massacres.   wanton nudity.   newspapers.   leather jackets.   letterman jackets.   converse sneakers.   obscured faces.   social unrest.   bonfires.   lakes.  babysitters.   suburbia.   high school.   lockers.   dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.   outdated television sets.   nightmares.   psychiatrists.   hospitals.  unstoppable forces.   gunfire.   police.   landline telephones.   household objects turned into improvised weapons.   halloween.   secrets.   revelations.   character masks.  scrunchies.   queerness.   wild curls.   morbid humor.   jeering children.  parties.   fire.   swearing.  revulsion.   california.   the american midwest.   ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR.

malevolent spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise.   static.   flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.   poltergeists.   dark histories.   old buildings.  cold air.   mausoleums.   wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze.   old photographs.   faces you can swear you’ve seen before  but can’t for the life of you figure out where.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.   possession.   exorcisms.   dolls.   jump scares.

CRYPTID   &   URBAN LEGEND HORROR.

ALIENS.  blinding light.   dark woods.   driving at night.   claw-marks.   bite-marks.   men in black.   memory loss.  dismembered bodies.   sewers.   flashlights.   cell phones.   video cameras.   cars with tinted windows.   abandoned houses.   unlabeled cassette tapes.  bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.  clowns.   something rustling outside your window. glowing light.   unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.   mirrors.   the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.   the american east coast.   hiking   /   backpacking.

THRILLERS.

daylight.   fluorescent lighting.   morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact.  tension.   lit rooms with no one inside them.   a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed.  steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes.   convicted killers.  missing persons.  law enforcement.   federal agents.  small towns.   suspicion.   paranoia.   subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

CLASSIC NOVELIST AESTHETICS tagged by: @ finestprize

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds,  lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,  fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold,  loving someone so exquisite,  soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass,  the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD.   crisp winter skies with cold bright stars,  mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog,  empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room,  bruised arms reaching out into the darkness,  cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol,  a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment,  your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow,  a purple split lip oozing blood,  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin,  the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries,  the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA.  the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future,  decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there,  the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs,  shattered bones,  raindrops on the tongue,  rusting metal, nostalgia that aches,  the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT.   the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave,  pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark,  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean,  the silence of three a.m.,  ouija boards and urban legends. (WHO WROTE THIS???? HAVE YOU EVER OBSESSIVELY POURED OVER HP LOVECRAFT LIKE I HAVE??? THIS SUCKS!!! THESE ARE NOT HP LOVECRAFT AT ALL WHERE IS THE SECTION ABOUT CLIMBING UP MOUNTAINS TO SUMMON ELDER GODS AND HOWLING AT THE MOON LIKE A MADMAN AND HAVING A WIZARD BEAT YOU TO DEATH IN YOUR OWN HOUSE)

JACK KEROUAC.   the brisk pine air of being on a mountain,  travels without a destination,  those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory,  screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive,  coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun,  novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life,  wind through hair,  depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise,  walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE.   the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog,  hollow bones,  a preserved heart held in hands,  twinkling stars above an old graveyard,  the way everything turns to dust,  silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames,  perfection depicted as a rotting corpse,  death as bricks in the heart,  lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes,  biting into a lemon,  heart-shaped bruises,  rotting flowers on a grave,  dried blood and spilled liquor,  the hush of dusk when it begins raining,  the intimacy of a secret.

LITERARY ARCHETYPE MEME tagged by: @ manenimittliv

HOMERIC EPITHET:  You are THE GREAT TELLER OF TALES

The Greek hero Odysseus had many epithets ascribed to him (others included “much-enduring,” “cunning,” and “man of twists and turns”), and this was one of them, so you’re in good company.

FATAL FLAW: YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH THE IDEA OF A PERSON.

And then I deleted the rest of this because it didn’t really apply to him. Oh well

LITERARY SETTING: GATSBY'S MANSION

You got Gatsby’s mansion! This larger-than-life crib is the perfect place for a party animal like yourself. It’s located on the Long Island Sound (ideal for swimming, lounging, obsessively staring across the water with a LaCroix in your hand and unattainable fantasies on your mind, etc.), but it’s also just a train ride away from New York City (city of dreams and $1 pizza). But let’s not forget the best part: it’s got a library that’ll make you wanna grab a fluffy blanket and a chai latte and literally never see the light of day again.

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