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Monster or Misconstrued Mate
In Milhauser’s criticism of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, he provides evidence of the literary description of the noble savage. Milhauser believed that a reader's first thoughts about the book would be that it was a supernatural horror story, filled with Shelley’s “macabre and pseudo-scientific sensationalism.” Once the audience took more time to consider the actions and plotlines, they would see how deep each character really is and what he or she represents.
By Almárëa Laurësil8 years ago in Horror
Hallow's Eve
Eli is now 15 years old, the average age of a teenage boy to stop giving a fuck about Halloween but definitely not old enough to spend the night with his rowdy friends in abandoned buildings. He’s been permanently placed on giving-out-candy duty while Mom and Emma go around the neighborhood with Emma’s friends. “Now we won’t be long, just an hour or two so don't think you can just leave without me knowing, kiddo. Make sure you pass out all the candy and be safe. You have my number if anything happens, I love you!” Emma chimes in with her tiny tongue sticking out just enough to cover his face with saliva. “YUCK! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT YOU LITTLE..” Mom stopped the fight before Eli’s intentions became afflictions. “Ok, no. We’re leaving before you two rip each other to shreds,” Mom said as agitation seethed through her teeth. And with that, they were gone.
By C Castellanos8 years ago in Horror
The Silence
It was the stillness that scared me, an unending void poised at the ready to be filled with sound. I did not dare utter a whisper. The void was so empty I feared it would gobble up what words I spoke and never return them. Then I would be left to endlessly string out every thought until all those words, all those emotions, wretched the life from my bones leaving a gasping corpse, longing for sound.
By Andrea Goodman8 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2 As soon as I graduated high school, I got the hell out of Gramercy. After Clay... changed, I became a shut in. I never left my room, but I ended up obsessed with audio video stuff. I convinced my parents to send me to summer camps, and it was the only time I could ever relax. During my senior year, I pieced together a shitty little documentary, and sent it off to UCLA as my application, I was lucky enough that they took me in and I ended up studying film. Although, quite frankly, I would have done just about anything to get out of that hellhole. Part of me just wanted to forget it all. I thought if I ignored it that maybe then Clay, the bees, Peaches, it would all just go away.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 2)
Part 1 I know I’ve posted before about why you shouldn’t be eating the honey that comes out of Gramercy, West Virginia. I said I’d start from the beginning and go more into detail about what’s wrong with the town. What happened to me in the woods, and what happened to my dog, Peaches, was terrible, but people are attacked by animals all the time. If that was as far as my experience with Gramercy went, I wouldn’t be so desperate to keep people away. You see, what happened to Peaches hurt me deeply, but it was what happened to Clay, the only friend I ever made in that godforsaken hellhole, that terrified me into leaving as soon as I was old enough.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
Don't Eat West Virginia Honey (Part 1)
I know that Gramercy Honey is kind of a local phenomenon. Award winning at all kinds of local fairs in the West Virginia Appalachia area, and all that crap. But you really shouldn’t be touching the stuff. I haven’t in years. You see, the thing is Gramercy isn’t just a brand of honey. It’s also a town. Yeah, I know you can get all that off the label, and a whole bunch of other feel good artisanal small business bullshit too. But you see, I grew up in Gramercy, and I know its secrets. I know that sounds vague, but it’s true. There are so many things I can tell you, so many cracks in the rural small town facade the town presents, but I’m going start all the way at the beginning. This was the very first time I realized something was very wrong in the tiny little town I grew up in.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Horror
The Man Behind the Transylvanian Vampire: A Place Worth Visiting
Who was Vlad? The Legend It all started with a book written by Bram Stoker. In this book, he wrote about a vicious blood-sucking creature that would hide from the sun, sleep in coffins, and be pale as snow: the classic vampire that inspired so many others to write about these immortal creatures and develop the story in a more fashionable manner that would attract the public. As you well know, in the modern days it seems rather cool to be a vampire, and it inspires a lot of Halloween costumes. But you would be surprised to know that he didn't really know who Vlad Tepes was. He was inspired by Emily Gerard's article about the superstitions of Transylvania published in 1885, not the voivode.
By Foreign Paws8 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Review of 'Last Days On Mars' (2013)
SABER-TOOTH IN SPACE!... well, on Mars. To be honest, I didn't even consider watching this movie 'til I learned that Vincent Campbell was in it. It just didn't grab my interest as good horror, good-bad horror, or even bad-bad horror. It just seemed "eh" and in my book, that means I move on to the next movie.
By Reed Alexander8 years ago in Horror
Death's Holiday Dead?
After sitting on my porch last night for two-and-a-half hours, and being disappointed by the lack of trick-or-treaters, I wondered if there were honestly many kids that still go out. I remembered when I was young enough for trick-or-treating, I used to be out until there weren't any houses that I haven't knocked on. Last night, I didn't see a single kid out on my entire street, which raises the question, does anyone really go out anymore? The answer is: why would a person want to walk around the entire town? Instead, they could be at parties held at school, recreation centers, and at different people's houses.
By Tim Reynolds8 years ago in Horror
The Forest
Halloween night. You are walking back from a Halloween party. Children in costumes meander around the street with their parents, and some occasional annoyed older siblings behind them. You ask someone for the time. They tell you that it is 12:24. Your parents told you to be home by 12:30! You thank them and run off. The only way you can get home in time is if you walk through the forest. “Well I guess I have no other choice,” you mutter under your breath as you walk into the woods. The woods, usually calming, appears very creepy tonight. Continuing your walk, whispering can be heard throughout the trees.
By Savannah Collins8 years ago in Horror
