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From Hitchcock to Stephen King, a roundup of the who's who in horror; all about celebrities flaunting their loudest screams and most nightmarish scenes.
10 Horror movies that shaped me
Horror has always been one of those genres that sticks with you—whether you want it to or not. I didn’t grow up watching every scary movie, but the ones I did see left their fingerprints on me in one way or another. Some terrified me, some fascinated me, some made me laugh when I probably shouldn’t have been laughing, and some just showed me how creative and bold horror can be when it wants to.
By Travis Johnson2 months ago in Horror
SEASON 5 - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 9 The Keeper's face, a distorted, screaming mask of despair, was trapped behind a single, glass lens. He was a man who had lost everything, who had been betrayed by the very thing he had sworn to protect. He was a man who had lost his soul.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror
Villainess Blown Opportunity: Louise Rodanthe Should Have Become a Werewolf (Moon of the Wolf)
When it comes to villainesses, I'm always thinking. I think of the ones I see, the ones I hope to see, and especially the ones we should have seen. Whether it's different characters or portrayed heroines who had the opportunity to cross that line and become villainesses, I'm always thinking that we could have seen some deliciously evil women in certain settings. I've written about a few blown opportunities here on Vocal, and number of them on Reddit, and I do have some others in mind. One such idea was one I wrote on Reddit a year and half ago, and it centers on the 1972 horror film, Moon of the Wolf.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 months ago in Horror
SEASON 4 - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 7 The Keeper's voice was a profound, soul-deep sorrow. It was the sound of a man who had lost everything, who had been betrayed by the very thing he had sworn to protect. It was a voice filled with a profound, mournful lament.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror
The Walls of Silence.. AI-Generated.
The cramped, smoke-filled office of the Whitechapel police squad was a fragile refuge from the chaos outside. Files piled high on the table: victim records, witness statements, yellowed photographs. Sergeant Fielding scanned the notes with tired eyes while Harrow examined a map of the neighborhood, where several red dots marked the crime scenes.
By Horror story 2 months ago in Horror
The Walls of Silence.. AI-Generated.
In the silent office, the flickering light of an oil lamp cast dancing shadows on the walls. Sergeant Fielding leaned against his desk, his features drawn from fatigue and sleepless nights. His gaze wandered for a moment over the documents spread out before him.
By Horror story 2 months ago in Horror
The Walls of Silence.. AI-Generated.
In the early morning, life resumed its chaotic course in the streets of Whitechapel. The cries of street vendors mingled with the clatter of hooves on the cobblestones, while residents tried to forget the bitter cold of the night. Yet a whisper was already circulating, in hushed tones, from door to door.
By Horror story 2 months ago in Horror
The Walls of Silence.. AI-Generated.
The icy night air bit into London's skin, creeping under clothing like a silent snake. In the narrow alleys of Whitechapel, gas lamps cast a flickering light on the damp cobblestones, splashing dirty yellow light on the dilapidated facades of the buildings. The thick, stubborn fog swallowed sounds and shapes, blurring the line between reality and shadow.
By Horror story 2 months ago in Horror
