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'Before I Wake' Film Review: Why This Is NOT a Horror Film
Before I Wake is a 2016 supernatural drama film that was shelved for years before Netflix picked it up and released it on January 5th, 2018. The film has amazing performances by Kate Bosworth, Thomas Jane, and young actor Jacob Tremblay. It is about a young couple who recently lost their son and decide to adopt a little boy who has a peculiarly fascinating ability to make his dreams come to life—however, that also means his nightmares come to life as well.
By Eli Jacqueline8 years ago in Horror
The Magic of Sorte
That’s me, with my back to the camera. I was only eight at the time. I don’t even know where to begin, but I guess I should start by telling you about the time my mom went to Montaña de Sorte, in Yaracuy, Venezuela, with her two best friends. They had always been into weird, mystical stuff, and wanted to learn about Maria Lionza, so she visited the National Monument that is now the mountain where all the “magic” happens. Sorte is a strange place. It’s renowned around the world as a place where Santeria and witchcraft are practiced, as well as white and black magic. It’s a place unlike any other in my country. It’s sort of a state of its own, exempt from Venezuelan law, and ruled by the people that inhabit it, who are local witches and sorcerers who only let people in after consulting with their goddess, Maria Lionza.
By Carla Urdaneta8 years ago in Horror
Haunted
There are times when one must test his mettle against circumstances in which he would rather not find himself. These trials are essential to moving from boy to man, and many cultures around the world have significant rituals that are used to mark this transition.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
The Curious Case of Emma Lee
It was a rainy day, the day that I met her. I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my jacket. The jacket was old and worn, and it was already doing an unsatisfactory job keeping the rain at bay; I refused to carry an umbrella. My shoes splashed in the ever-growing menagerie of puddles, and I had to find some respite from the rain. I put my hand on the next handle I saw and pulled it open.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Horror
Hope
There, standing in his study with a fire throwing his shadow behind him onto a wooden plank floor beneath him, books in the stacks surrounding him, standing over a dark, wooden table like a sad bishop over an altar. Stately, silent, staring into the blackness of his cup of coffee that laid on the table. It seems to reflect a truth his eyes deny. Tulle Mason is his name, a man of sixty who has deep but sparse wrinkles that contour his face with deeply ash-filled, brown eyes. His hair is slicked back and holds reminders of his black past while also being sprinkled with this ever-graying future. Dressed in a three-piece black suit with a white vest and untied, gray bowtie.
By Taylor Young8 years ago in Horror
Freedom
Jail bars broke open, allowing a tentacle to flow through and open the door. Alarms went off in the jail as the Guardians went to the broken cell door. They ran in to find it empty. As a door slammed behind them, a dark figure smiled at his success as he turned the lock. He vanished out of the jail and out onto the road.
By Cole Huerter8 years ago in Horror
Letter to Dr. Frederick Reynolds
Foreword When my Aunt Flo died, husbandless and childless, and with my father not wanting to leave the task to a lawyer who might throw out old papers—such as follows, that may not seem valuable to anyone outside of our family, it was left to me to go through Flo's personal effects, the strain of going through his beloved sister's belongings being too much for my father's weak heart.
By David Brown8 years ago in Horror
Inhabitants
You can panic. That's fine. You have time to panic, but you don't need to. You can, but you don't need to. You've already run into the wrong direction, you've already lost your backpack of supplies, but sure, panic. You can, but you don't need to. It was well known time was dwindling whenever you hesitated. The way they operate looks to be more than just mindless, maladroit rage. They're improving, honing their savagery and correcting themselves. They began with individual spouts of attacks—you could deal with that. That was fine. Over the next few weeks, they've shown a rapid growth in their hunting. They seem to hunt together now. You've seen them work together before. It was still chaotic, but not like this. This was new. This was organized. Too organized.
By Hannah Horror8 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me Part 7
Part 7 What followed was a trip between Washington, Joyce, and myself to a storage unit her father kept in town. Opening it up, I found a time capsule to everything Joyce’s mother was. Favorite pieces of furniture, art work, clothing, and boxes of records. “My mom was a nurse…” she said.
By Michael Bauch8 years ago in Horror
