Very bizarre, unsettling short film which contains nudity. Enjoy!
(Looking for real-life creepy eels? Go here. FYI, the real eels are also naked.)
Category: Horror
“Dark Side” Giveaway!
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You guys, you don’t even know. You’re fabulous, the whole lot of you. I came home just now, saw this, and instantly my crappy day turned awesome again. Thanks so much!
I want to give you something back, so I thought I’d hold a little draw.
I’m giving away five digital copies of Dark Side: Seven Repulsive Stories, my first collection of horror shorts. There’s a little something for everyone: zombies, a psychopathic child, a naked Boogeyman, and of course blood and guts everywhere, just like we like it.
Comment on this post and tell me your favourite horror movie to enter. That’s it. That’s all. And even that’s only so I know who wants in. You have until 8PM EST Saturday October 20th to enter. I’ll pick winners at random and notify you by 11PM EST Saturday, so you can stay up late and get your scare on. Please make sure I have some way of contacting you: email, twitter, blog address, SOMETHING, because I’ll be sending the winners an exclusive code for the free download.
Good luck! I hope you like it!
“Cupcakes”.
Morbid? Disturbing? Violent?
“But…but those are children’s characters! They’re harmless little ponies!”
Not once the internet gets a hold of them, they’re not.
Enjoy!
(PS: Damn, that’s a catchy song. I’ve been humming it for hours. Let us not reflect on its lyrical content, lest we become concerned for my mental health.)
Scariest Lip Sync Performance Ever!
Hah! Loved it!
Give it a second…
The Deadly Mrs Doubtfire
If Hollywood insists on “rebooting” all our old favourites, maybe they could scare it up a little? I would pay money to watch this version.
See some other recuts in my previous post.
Excerpt from “You Only Live Once”, a Horror Story by Stefanie N Snider
“What they don’t tell you is what it feels like not to die.
They don’t tell you that the casket isn’t actually padded; that there’s only a bit of cushion under your head and shoulders, and that’s for your family to feel better, not you. You’re supposed to be dead.
They don’t tell you that the backs of your clothes will be cut away, and that you’re not so much wearing them as being covered by them, like lying under a quilt whose pieces are unattached. No one worries about decency, or dignity for that matter, when it comes to dead guys.
There’s no such thing as comfort, when you’re supposed to be dead. Take me: my left leg is broken just under the knee, because by the time they found my body it had stiffened oddly to the side. It’s all in how you fall, see, and it’s hard to worry about the convenient alignment of your body when you’re trying not to die in the first place. They cracked the bone to make it lie neatly in the casket, in case an inquisitive relative (nosey, they said, because they didn’t know I was listening) should happen to peep under the closed end of the box. They want you to look like you’re just resting, like even if you were able to get out, you’d still be there because it’s just so damned comfy.
No one sleeps like this: body ramrod straight, arms on chest, hands twined together. When you go to bed tonight, try it, then tell me if it’s how you’d want to spend eternity.
God, I hope I wink out before eternity.
At least now they’ve stopped fussing at me. I wouldn’t have thought myself a prudish person in life, but somehow when you know that you’re being stripped out of your soiled clothes and laid out, naked, to be washed by strangers, you develop sudden surprising shynesses. You try to remember whether you showered the morning she killed you, and whether or not you wore clean socks. It becomes paramount that the rubber-gloved attendant now seeing to your final needs not be embarrassed or disgusted on your behalf.
That’s not how you’d be remembered, if you could have a say. If they could hear you.”
– from You Only Live Once, a short horror story by Stefanie N Snider.
Get your copy from Amazon or Smashwords now!
“Scary Baby Costume” (Not What You’d Think)
“Animated Scary Baby Girl in Harness Prop, three Different Audio Tracks. Mouth Moves. Great Costume Accessory. Eyes Light Up. Spins a hundred and eighty Degrees.”
This is fucking fantastic. I wonder if I can claim it as a business expense to promote Annabelle…
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(That Random Capitalization pained me To copy-Paste, by the Way.)
Michael Shapcott’s “Gage and Church: the Undead”
Gage and Church: the Undead (Pet Sematary)
18″ x 24″
Graphite, Acrylic, and Oil on Canvas
I love this, and it turns out I’m not alone: Miko Hughes, the actor who played Gage in Pet Sematary, commented on Shapcott’s blog! (I always wondered what became of little “Gage”. Turns out he ended up hot.)
(via michael-shapcott.com)
Excerpt: “Annabelle”, a Horror Story
I never really loved that child.
I mean, she was an easy birth. And when she got a little older, and I could start putting little bows and ribbons and things on her, she was cute enough.
But I knew right from the start she was evil.
It wasn’t one of those things you could see easily. Hell, I had a hard enough time seeing it myself.
When we’d go out to the market, she’d be sweet as pie. All the old women would come over and tug on those blonde ringlets. They’d caw like ravens and pinch at her cheeks. She’s got these dimples, see, that make the little grannies just about weep with adoration.
I used to tell those biddies they could take her home with them, if they loved her so much. They always giggled from behind their dentures and shook their smiling heads. I wish, just once, that one of them had realized I wasn’t kidding.
I caught the first hints of the demon in her when she’d cry out in the night. Most children, see, they wail. Their little chests suck in all the air they can hold and force it back out, loud as a foghorn through the darkness. Annabelle was different. She hissed. It sounded like a basketful of snakes let loose in her room.
I started turning down the baby monitor. Then I shut it off. Before long, I was closing her door and sleeping with a pillow over my head.
Of course I took her to the doctor; what kind of mother do you think I am? He checked her front and back and upside down and said there wasn’t a damned thing wrong with her. I wanted her to startle at his touch, to cry out so he could hear what I’d heard. She sat there instead, half a hand shoved in her mouth, and the doctor didn’t suspect a thing.
So I bundled her up against the Fall wind and wheeled her back home in her stroller. The strangers we passed all cooed at her. I think that was part of her witchcraft, being able to fool them all like that. They didn’t feel what I felt…
There’s something different about Annabelle. Something unsettling. Something…demonic.
Mommy’s little monster is here.
Annabelle, the newest short horror from Stefanie N Snider
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