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Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Thirst' (2015)
Holy hell, this movie was bad! I actually kinda liked it, but man was it fucking bad. I have to say, just to make it perfectly clear, this movie is "Sci-Fi channel original" bad. We’re way beyond B-horror here, we're straight on to F. So was it good-bad, or bad-bad? You know what? I'm going to let you be the judge of that. Before I even get into this review, you should know I do recommend this movie. It's fun enough to be riff-worthy, and for me, that's enough of a reason to watch anything. But hey, the movie opens up with something crashing to Earth from outer space, and what do we all know about movies that open up like that? With rare exception, they're silly as fuck! It actually kinda reminds me of Carnosaur.
By Reed Alexander7 years ago in Horror
The Story of Krampus
Christmas is a wonderful time of year when the nice man in red brings gifts to all of the well-behaved children. It's a time of joy and love. For some, however, the Christmas demon might make a surprised trip so let's dive in to the story of Krampus, the Christmas demon.
By Leanne Smith7 years ago in Horror
Chapter Three
Tara woke with a start, a liquor bottle in her hand and a hammering headache. She sat up on the couch she had been laying on and became nauseated. She glanced around the messy floor, searching for a trash can.
By Ruby Steel7 years ago in Horror
Chapter One
Two pale figures stood in the mist, at the edge of a lake. They both stared out at the whirlpool in the center. Bright wings glowed through the fog. Darkness filled the sky, a blue quarter moon and purple sun dancing slowly around each other at opposite ends of the sky. A gentle breeze carried the cries of newborn babes and the sighing last breaths of the dying, in rhythms reminiscent of the push and pull of ocean waves.
By Ruby Steel7 years ago in Horror
The Christmas Monster
What's better for the holidays than spending time with your family under a big green Christmas tree looking at the sparkly lights. Well, for little miss Scarlett, this was a different more depressing story. It all started a few weeks before Christmas while 10-year-old Scarlett was at school with her friends making the traditional Christmas ornaments they make every year. All of her friend’s sighed as they squirt some glue on their crappy little snowflakes made out of popsicle sticks and construction paper.
By Shelby Spencer7 years ago in Horror
A Knock at the Door (An Original Fiction)
There was a knock at the door. It was a Friday night, but not the Friday night I wanted to have. It was such a fresh summer night, with the wind lightly blowing and it was quiet. I could have been out with my friends if my parents didn’t go out for dinner. I was stuck babysitting my little sister.
By Marielle Sabbag7 years ago in Horror
'Slender Man' (2018)
Those who hear the three bells toll, accept his invitation.When you hear the first, you must close your eyes, keeping words unspoken.If one wants to hear, you must listen closely, for they are soft and distant.
By Peter P7 years ago in Horror
The Woods
It’s five in the morning and it’s a crisp fall Saturday morning. I decided to go for a walk in the local woods. I have my bags packed and my camera ready for some leaf peeping. It’s New England and the trees are so full of color and life. My best work is done in early October when the leaves get super yellow and bright orange. I’m a freelance photographer and mostly do this gig as a hobby—but lately my work has been in demand, which isn’t a bad thing. I capture beautiful New England and all it has to offer. Today I am heading to the Freetown woods because I hear the trees are beautiful and the paths are cool. Local legends say it’s haunted and very spooky. I’m not a big believer in that crap, but maybe I’ll catch something on camera?!
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'The Disappointment Room' (2016)
This had to be the most appropriately named movie of all time. You, too, can have a room full of disappointments, your living room, as you watch this total riff fest.
By Reed Alexander7 years ago in Horror
Halloween Is Supposed to Be Fun
They were a group of six. Dalton, Marci, Vanessa, Hannah, Micah, and Bryson. You hardly ever saw one without the other five unless they were in class. They had rented a large house off campus together and worked at the same store in the local mall. For most people spending so much time together would get old and eventually drive a wedge between friends but not them, they loved it. They had all been friends since middle school and decided early on to go to the same college, and by luck or chance, they had all been accepted to the same law school. After college, they wanted to open their own firm together. Some of them were going into criminal law, some family law. Hannah, however, wanted to be a tax attorney. It combined her two favorite things, numbers, and law. She was starting to feel they were getting a little old for all the pranks, it was time to get settle down and get serious about their careers. Her's was the unpopular opinion as the others were still having a blast with the pranks. She had pulled away from the joking and pranking, but she was still a fun target for them.
By Susan C7 years ago in Horror
Mourir, Décéder (To Die) (Ch. 1)
The year was 1996 and I was working a dead end job reporting for some local paper. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. In our small town it was the same thing every week. You go out and interview someone much older and wiser, or talk and wish someone a happy birthday, and collect obituaries after someone in the community died. The only thing that wasn’t overly consistent was the new women that would come to town to join the nunnery. No one really paid any mind to them though. They all dressed the same...I mean they dressed like nuns. Some of the girls I went to high school with graduated and decided to join it. Apparently, it was their dream. Weird dream if you ask me.
By Michelle Werbeck7 years ago in Horror
The Fog
There was a knock at the door. I look at my alarm clock on my nightstand and the time says 1:30 AM. I grab my pants and my sweatshirt and throw them on my cold body. I’m thinking to myself “this better be an emergency.” I look out the window next to the door and see three teenagers standing out front. I go to turn my light on, but it won’t work. Hmm that’s strange I think to myself. I go to open the front door, but all the hairs on my body stand up and my inner voice begins screaming not to open that door. Against my better judgment, I decide to address the kids at the front door. Now, I live in the middle of nowhere, my closest neighbors are 15 miles away so nobody would here my cry for help if this interaction didn’t go well. I’m sweating as I go to say hello. These kids seemed off, they were dressed funny—like they were out of the 1920s. They had jet black hair and I could have sworn they had pure black eyes. They were maybe 15, no older then 17 years old. “Hello,” I say, trying to keep my voice strong and still.
By Amanda DeGrasse7 years ago in Horror