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Streaming on Plex: Best Horror Movies and TV Shows You Can Watch for FREE in October

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When October hits, the folks at Den of Geek almost exclusively consume horror content. Any spooky story that has ghosts, ghouls, goblins, or any chill-inducing monster that doesn’t start with a G is fine with us. Whether it’s a campy B-movie or “prestige horror,” we embrace all horror subgenres and relax with old favorites and new cult classics in the making alike. Now that Spooky Season is in full force, we are grateful that Plex TV is here so we can stream all of the creepy content that our black hearts’ desire for free!

Plex is a globally available one-stop-shop streaming media service offering thousands of free movies and TV shows and hundreds of free-to-stream live TV channels, from the biggest names in entertainment, including Metro Goldwyn Mayer (MGM), Warner Bros. Domestic Television Distribution, Lionsgate, Legendary, AMC, A+E, Crackle, and Reuters. Plex is the only streaming service that lets users manage their personal media alongside a continuously growing library of free third-party entertainment spanning all genres, interests, and mediums including podcasts, music, and more. With a highly customizable interface and smart recommendations based on the media you enjoy, Plex brings its users the best media experience on the planet from any device, anywhere.

Plex releases brand new and beloved titles to its platform monthly and we’ll be here to help you identify the cream of the crop. This month, we’re keeping things strictly scary, but view Plex TV now for the best free entertainment streaming, regardless of genre, and check back each month for Den of Geek Critics’ picks!

DEN OF GEEK CRITICS’ PICKS

The Ninth Gate

Though director Roman Polanski is a horrific figure himself, this 1999 neo-noir horror film, The Ninth Gate is superb. Thirty years after Rosemary’s Baby, Polanski conjured the devil once again and injected it with some of the pulp from his noir classic Chinatown in a movie that finds Johnny Depp as a man in Satanic Detective mode. Depp is a classic book authenticator hired to authenticate De Umbrarum Regis Novum Portis (The Nine Doors To the Kingdom of Shadows), a book believed by cultists capable of raising Satan to Earth.

The Ninth Gate doesn’t provide cheap thrills; it tightens the suspense like a noose. Polanski subtly creates an uneasy atmosphere using minimal effects. The director knows where evil lives and lets the settings and sound make the invitations with subliminal references to recognizable horror and cinematic danger, using framing and music similarly to Stanley Kubrick. The Ninth Gate packages its scares with classy style that the characters deliver with sexily provocative intelligence. Dean Corso may be Johnny Depp’s greatest spiritual transformation, from odious to ultimate evil and the audience cheers on his descent, happy to ride with him straight to hell.

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

Perhaps the world’s first horror film and a go-to example of early German Expressionist filmmaking, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari has been unsettling audiences for over a century.

The film’s main story centers on two young friends, Francis and Alan (Friedrich Feher and Hans Heinrich von Twardowski), who, while jockeying for the affections of Jane (Lil Dagover), visit a local traveling carnival. There they take in the act of the mysterious, top-hatted and wild-haired Dr. Caligari (Werner Krauss). As they watch, Caligari awakens his somnambulist subject, Cesare (the great Conrad Veidt), who under hypnosis answers questions from the audience. When Alan jokingly asks when he will die, Cesare responds “Before dawn.” We’ll let you guess the rest.

The film isn’t remembered much for its story, but for its arresting visual style, featuring painted backdrops that make the entire production feel like a fever dream. The painted townscape is filled with curved and pointed buildings teetering at dangerous angles, almost as if they were alive and shrieking. Roads twist and spiral to nowhere. The perspectives are deliberately mismatched and inconsistent, with the props and sets sometimes being too large for the characters, and others too small. The result is a transgressive, deeply influential film that has been unsettling audiences for over 100 years.

The Exorcist III

Based on his 1983 novel Legion, writer-director William Peter Blatty’s Exorcist III arrived 17 years after William Friedkin’s The Exorcist. Despite the still-looming pop culture presence of the original, The Exorcist III is sneakily the most interesting film in the series. Less a horror movie than a psychological thriller with supernatural and spiritual overtones, The Exorcist III takes place 17 years after the events of the first film, and with no reference whatsoever made to the events in the second. It finds Lt. Kinderman confronted with the apparent reappearance of two figures from his past who had supposedly died. The first is father Damien Karras (Jason Miller), who had died after bouncing down an endless flight of steps while performing an exorcism in the original movie, and the Gemini Killer, a serial killer loosely based on the Zodiac Killer that had been executed 17 years prior. However, there’s been a new string of murders around town carrying all the hallmarks of the Gemini.

While the studio famously mangled Blatty’s original cut of the film, there’s still a lot to like here, including a terrifying performance from Brad Dourif. Blatty is fantastic at creating dread-inducing atmosphere and has a keen attention to character and detail. It may not be as exciting as the original, but it’s a smart-slow burn film worthy of the Exorcist mantle.

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The Devil’s Rejects

An homage to sleazy ‘70s C-movies, Rob Zombie’s sequel to House of 1,000 Corpses will leave you in the need of a shower, but it’s delightfully demented and the musician turned filmmaker’s finest effort. The shock-fest finds the Firefly clan, Otis (Bill Moseley), Baby (Sheri Moon Zombie) and Captain Spaulding (Sid Haig) – on the run from die-hard determined sheriff Wydell (William Forsythe). What unfolds is a nasty thrill ride full of twists, turns, and more gore than most audiences are comfortable with. How Zombie still manages to make such repulsive content entertaining, how he manages to get you to almost root for the despicable Firefly clan, is inexplicable magic trick, but indebted to Zombie’s use of black humor and deep knowledge of genre conventions that he sometimes subverts, but often gleefully leans into.

Train to Busan

The overused and increasingly predictable zombie genre got a shot in the arm with Train to Busan, a South Korean film from director Yeon Sang-ho about a young father desperately attempting to get his little daughter to her mother via train as a zombie pandemic breaks out all around them. Even if it veered close to outright sentimentality at times, Train to Busan differed from most of the films and TV shows we’ve seen in this genre due to its genuine bond of love between its main characters, and the flickers of empathy and humanity found therein.

And on a technical level, Yeon crafted his film with a kinetic energy that had been missing from the genre as of late. Train to Busan was not just a monster hit in its native land but amassed an international following as well, along with critical acclaim across the board. It’s easy to see why given the film’s well-drawn characters, subtle social commentary (some on the train feel they are more worthy of survival than others) and frightening action sequences that add up to a thrilling and emotionally powerful ride.

More Horror Films Available to Stream FREE on Plex TV

The Descent

Train To Busan

The Ninth Gate

Rec

Coherence

Night Of The Living Dead

The Host

Hannibal Rising

The Devil’s Rejects

Nosferatu

Monsters

I Spit On Your Grave

Eden Lake

Wolf Creek

Day Of The Dead

The Collector

The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari

Red Lights

The Wailing

Grave Encounters

Colonia

Scouts Guide To The Zombie Apocalypse

Diary Of The Dead

Black Death

Alone In The Dark

The Descent: Part 2

Maggie

Teeth

Ginger Snaps

After.Life

John Dies At The End

Black Christmas

The Last House On The Left

Nosferatu the Vampire

Splinter

The Void

Deep Red

Phantasm

The Changeling

Feast

Hatchet

The Prophecy

Pulse

Fido

Open Grave

Cell

The Blob

The Exorcist III

Vanishing On 7th Street

House On Haunted Hill

Penomena

Eye See You

Cooties

The Werewolf

Pumpkinhead 4: Blood Feud

Messengers 2: The Scarecrow

Sugar and Fright Collection

Abraham Lincoln vs. Zombies

All Cheerleaders Die

Another Evil

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes

Bad Milo

Better Watch Out

Bitter Feast

Cooties

Corporate Animals

Crimewave

Dead Snot 2: Red vs. Dead

Deathgasm

Deep Murder

Drive Thru

Excision

Fear, Inc.

Feast

Fido

Ghost Killers vs. Bloody Mary

Hansel & Gretel Get Baked

Hatchet

Hell Baby

Hellboy Animated: Blood & Iron

Hellboy Animated: Sword of Storms

Hobo with a Shotgun

John Dies at the End

The Last Lovecraft: Relic of Cthulhu

Lesbian Vampire Killers

The Love Witch

Night of Something Strange

Nina Forever

Office Uprising

Shrooms

Snoop Dogg’s Hood of Horror

Stan Helsing

Stitches

Suburban Gothic

Survival of the Dead

Teeth

Turbo Kid

WolfCop

Yoga Hosers

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She wasn’t anything like him. That’s what Lydia told herself both at the start and end of these rendezvous. See, their motivations were different‒ and at least Lydia wasn’t a total liar. She could communicate with the otherside… whether or not she was actually communicating with Great-Great Grandpappy Jessie? That was the question, wasn’t it. “Join hands,” came a grave whisper from beneath the dark figure at the head of the table’s veil, a multitude of candles lighting the way for her to watch for any activity. Sometimes things happened. Sometimes not. It didn’t really matter. Lydia got paid at the end either way, and college was so expensive.

“We have gathered here on this night at the witching hour to call upon Jessie Gardener.” Intent was now cast. As per the arrangement, Lydia kept a list of questions the loved ones wished to ask on a sheet of paper in front of her. A crystal ball was her medium for divination. Currently, every pair of eyes in the room was cast on it, all except Lydia. She knew to check the environment first. When nothing happened signifying any kind of change, she continued. “Are you here with us, Jessie? Your nephews are at odds and hoping you can answer some of their questions.” “I’s s’posed to get the part o’ yer land with with the fence n’ the waterin’ hole n’ this greedy sumbitch cain’t keep his got-danged hands to ‘imself!” “You shut yer mouth, Phillip, Grandpappy always liked me better n’ everyone knows it! He wanted me to have that land!” “Quiet.” Though Lydia doubted greatly that poor Grandpappy Jessie had any interest in settling the petty grievances of his ungrateful legacy, she at least demanded the proper decorum from her customers. “He’s dead. He has better things to do than this. If you want him to show, you have to be patient.” The brothers and their wives grumbled, glancing shiftily at each other. This wasn’t going well. Nothing was happening, and this didn’t seem to Lydia like the type of clientele that would take “sorry, try again, and by the way that’ll be one hundred dollars even” as an answer.

“Jessie Gardener,” Lydia implored again, somewhat more desperately this time. The brothers’ agitation with their deceased grandfather seemed to have easily shifted onto her. “Please… if you are here… your nephews would like to talk to you… Please.” Again, nothing happened. Lydia’s heart pounded. Kicking herself for not having thought to bring backup‒ she rarely conducted these craigslist seances, and only when she was really desperate for cash‒ she began to calculate how much she would have to leave behind in order to make a run for it to the car if things started to look nasty.

“He ain’t showin’, Phil,” one cousin whispered to the other. “I know, Paul.” Not good. Not good at all. Please, Lydia mouthed one more time, each of her palms sweaty in a random redneck’s. Third time’s the charm. All the windows in the room shot open at once. Thunder cracked across the sky, and the crystal ball at the center of the table began to glow electric green. Now, Lydia’s heart pounded for a different reason. No, no no no no. “I’m heeeeerrreeeeee…..” A gritty shriek cackled out from the glowing orb to the delight of the entire table‒ sans the medium. “Break hands!” She ordered, yanking herself out of the circle in an attempt to remove whatever force the poltergeist was using through her, but it was too late. She had already unwittingly acted as a conduit for his abundance of chaotic energy. “It’s not Jessie! It’s something else! Don’t!” The entire table was a-buzz, all except Lydia who lingered by the exit to make sure these people weren’t in danger. She called this entity here, after all, and it was her responsibility to see him out. The endless questions about inheritance and property and “who did ya like best?” were cut off by another gale of horrifically familiar laughter‒ to Lydia. These people shouldn’t have recognized this voice whatsoever, but people saw what they wanted to see when it came to spirits. “You think I LIKED any o’ you sheep-fuckin’ cousin-kissin’ rat bastards?! I couldn’t WAIT to kick the bucket! Lemme tell ya, kids, yer Aunt Bessie hasn’t aged a day, I mean godDAMN I thought she was a looker when we was playin’ Doctor as kids, but a couple decades under the dirty did that saggy ass some GOOD!” With a scoff and eyeroll, Lydia facepalmed while poor dead Jessie’s relatives reacted in horror at the filth spewing from the crystal ball. She tried to tell them. If they wanted to believe this was Grandpappy, it was their funeral.

Well. It looked like Betelgeuse probably didn’t have anything homicidal in mind. As long as no one said his name, it was probably safe to just slip out the front door while they were all distracted… Slam! No such luck. “Where d’ya think yer goin’, lil Lady? I don’t think you’ve been paid properly for services rendered...”

There was a stiff silence, the relatives staring at Lydia and Lydia staring back, no one quite sure what the other was supposed to do here. “... well?” “O ‘Course!” “You got it, grandpappy!” Scrambling, the cousins left and returned quickly with handfuls of crumpled bills for the petite girl, the sum adding up to much, much more than Lydia originally requested. That was unexpected. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lydia considered the money quietly before tucking it away and leveling a thoughtful look at the crystal ball. The door behind her clicked and the message was clear. She was free to go, money in hand, and all he wanted was have a little fun uninterrupted with these hicks. Seemed fair. “Thanks,” she grinned cheekily on her way out, not speaking to the cousins. “Anytime…” Was the last she heard before shutting the door, the echo of screams that followed doing nothing to kill the million dollar smile she wore on the walk back to her car.

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