What Your Favorite Horror Movie III?

Okay, it's that time again. Time to reminisce about the movies that made you scream with delight.......

• The Exorcist
• Last House on the Left (original)
• The Picture of Dorian Gray
• Mask of the Red Death
• Bad Seed (original)
• Human Centipede
• The Haunting of Laura
• Black Christmas (original)
• Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original)
• Wrong Turn
• The Thing (original)
• The Shining
• Christine
• Misery
• The Unborn
• 30 Days of Night
• May
• Alice Sweet Alice
• Lair of the White Worm
• Audition
• Hellraiser
• A Nightmare on Elm Street (original)
• Eden Lake
• Mum and Dad
• Halloween (original)
• Halloween (Rob Zombie version)
• The Devil's Rejects
• 1000 Maniacs
• Happy Birthday To Me
• Sleepaway Camp
• Human Centipede
• Feast
• The Omen
• Children of the Corn
• Rosemary's Baby
• The Strangers
• Wolf Creek
• Evil Dead
• When a Stranger Calls (original)
• Psycho
• The Blair Witch Project
• Paranormal Activity
• The Stepfather (original)

Just to name a few............See anything you like?

Halloween 2012

Hello my little ghouls and zombies.....
It's my favorite time of year again and I am ready for all the horror I can stand. For your enjoyment I have two of my favorite haunted houses listed: http://www.hshlab.com/ and http://www.7floorsofhell.com.

Also, I will be adding my favorite horror movie list and my worst horror movie list.
I'm going to add reviews of upcoming horror movies because well, I've been suckered into seeing a few this year that were....well.....HORRIBLE...and not the way I like them to be. So to keep my grisly followers from suffering that fate, I will sacrifice myself.....

Well, til next time, enjoy those links and have a very dark day!!!!

What's for Dinner

Shana was almost out of breath by the time she reached the huge old oak tree. The mixture of dirt and sweat stung her bright blue eyes. Her blonde hair hung wildly down past her shoulders. The once clean, bright yellow butterfly t-shirt she was wearing was now dingy and torn where the thorns had pulled and scratched her skin.

She giggled at the thought of the girls seeing her right now. Especially Amanda. Amanda was the leader of her group of friends. A leader with a biting sensing of humor. A leader that never let you forget who was in charge....

And now, she, Rachel and Amanda were out here in the dark woods playing her game.

As Shana stood there with her head cocked to one side staring off into the dark, Rachel stepped into view. A broad smile crossed Shana's face as she watched the girl reach the road below. Rachel was kind but timid. Amanda's whipping post. She would come in handy later......

Rachel was so scared. She couldn't believe what happened to her and her friends she mumbled to the truck driver.

"It was a good thing I found you little girl," the bearded man said.

"I can't." Rachel stammered

"It's okay. I can tell by the way you look, you need a doc and the sheriff."

Rachel looked into the side mirror at began to cry. There was dried blood all over her face. Her tears made streaks as they slid down her cheeks. She didn't look up until they arrived at the police station.

"What's your name honey?" asked the Sheriff.

"Rachel. My friends are dead."

The sheriff was surprised at her flat tone and matter-of-fact statement.

"How do you know that?"

"Look at me Sheriff! Does it look like we just got lost in the woods?"

His eyes left hers and went to the floor.

"You just sit back, take this cup of tea, and slowly tell us what happened, okay?"

At the same time Rachel was explaining the murder of her best friends Amanda and Shana, Amanda was at the bottom of the driveway hoping someone was home.

Snap!

 A broken twig broke her train of thought. She took off towards the front door, hoping the person who killed those two stupid cows wasn't behind her. One knock was all it took for the man living there to open the door.

"What the-" said the clean shaven man.

"You have to help me! There is someone after me! He killed my friends!"

"Who? Little girl what are you-" he tried to say as she pushed past him.

"Move ol' man! I don't have time for this. Where is your telephone and you gun?" she barked at him.

"I don't have a telephone and I ain't got no gun."

"Oh please, you people always have a gun. A gun and pregnant cousin. You don't wanna give it to me, I'll find it myself! But don't you open that door." she hissed.

Just as Amanda turned to go into the living room, she saw a bat coming at her face.

"Wake up, bitch" Shana said with a grin.

Amanda's arms were pulled backward over the top of the small square chair with each wrist tied to the chair. Each ankle was tied to the front legs of what would soon be her tomb.

"I SAID wake up!"

Amanda's eyes were as big as saucers as she stared at Shana.

"I saw you die. I saw you...." she whispered.

"You saw what I wanted you to see. You know how to do that, don't you Amanda? Like when you get mad because a guy you like likes someone else? You know how funny it is to tell that guy that his interest has just been diagnosed with Herpes and was giving it to other guys including his best friend that you knew was just diagnosed with the disease. It was funny watching him look at me with disgust, wasn't it? It was down right hilarious when it spread all over school and nobody cared that it wasn't true, wasn't it? I had to change school's because of this!

I didn't know it was you until dear, sweet Rachel told me. You were in my home posing as my best friend. Well, I think as my very best friend, I should show you what's funny to me.....Uncle Claremon please bring it in."

"I'm sorry." Amanda said tearing up.

"Oh my dear, you will be" Uncle Claremon said while bringing in the table of 'toys'.

Amanda began to beg and cry as she realized what type of 'toys' they were. There was a row of scalpels of many sizes, a hammer, and an electric saw.

"What are you doing? Your gonna kill me because of a joke. I was just playing, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry I hurt you." she pleaded.

"I'm going to cut off your arms and legs at the joints, peel the skin off and eat the meat. Yes, because of a joke. No I am not playing, I do mean it and I am not sorry for the hurt YOU are about to feel.......''

Monster In The House

"Jimmy isn't afraid of the monster, are you? asked Deon.

"Heck no. Arnie's just a little girl." giggled Thomas.

Arnie looked down at the ground and whispered, "Am not. I'm not afraid of anything."

The three boys grinned at each other.

"Alright, braveheart, you gotta stay in the Wellington house for a whole hour." said Deon

"He won't do it. He's a chicken." laughed Jimmy.

Their laughter pierced his heart. He wasn't a coward and he would prove it.

"If I stay an hour, yall have to stay for two hours." he retorted

There was a long silence as the boys looked at each other uneasily.

"You can stay in a group." he said with a smile

"You can't punk me. I'll do it. Deon will too. Won't you."

"S-s-sure. I'm not afraid."

"Sound a little shaky there Deon. Are you sure?" taunted Arnie.

"Whatever. Just go into the house, already." Deon retorted.

The Wellington house was your typical 'haunted' house. Old, peeling, dull paint inside and out. There were boards across the windows and the grass was terribly overgrown. It's outward appearance and the fertile imagination of every child in the neighborhood turned a neglected house into a haunted house.

Arnie knew this as he confidently walked up to the front door. He couldn't wait to see the looks on the other boys faces when he returned unharmed and unafraid. He would be looked at with admiration in school from now on, instead of ridiculed and picked on.

The boys couldn't believe it. Arnie didn't even look back before entering the spook house.

"Hey, man, if the nerd boy can do it, we have to do it." said Jimmy

"Yeah, if we come out even a minute early, we are screwed." said Thomas

Arnie sat on the old dusty couch and grinned. He made it. Now, not only did they have to stay an extra hour, it was starting to get dark. This was classic. He almost started laughing when he saw the look on their faces when he opened the door. They could welch on a bet like this and now it was getting dark. Classic.

"Well, your turn fellas." he said with a grin

"I don't know what your smiling about, your still a geek." mumbled Jimmy

"Whatever you say." said Arnie grinning wider now.

The three boys first looked at each other then slowly walked towards the house. The inside was musty and there was dust everywhere. It was getting dark when the started, but with the boards on the windows, it was black inside.

"Give me a lighter, Deon." said Thomas

"Here, man. Don't burn yourself."

"Ha Ha. Just give it to me."

"So what do we do for two hours?" asked Jimmy

"Let's look around. We're gonna need something bigger than a lighter." said Deon

No one not even Arnie noticed the figure in the upstairs window. The figure had looked upon Arnie with sympathy and pure hatred for the other boys. As Arnie started walking home, the figure began to move. He had a plan for the boys.....He would have so much fun with them.

Jimmy heard it first. Then Deon. And finally Thomas saw him.

"What the hell is that?" asked Jimmy

"I think someone is here, man." said Deon

"I know someone is here!" yelled Thomas

Thomas turned a ran towards the stairs. As he tumbled down, the other boys looked on in horror.
A man had come out of one of the dark rooms with an ax. He had a crazed look on his face and was dirty from head to toe.

The ax hit Thomas in the back as he ran. His neck made a snapping sound as he hit the bottom of the stairs. Jimmy, the bigger of the three, charged at the man, knocking him to the floor. Deon was right on Jimmy's heels and they began punching and screaming at the man.

A kick in the groin stopped Jimmy long enough for the man to reach for his hammer. It came down hard on Deon's forehead forcing blood to run down his face. He made a soft whimpering noise as he fell on his side. Jimmy started to cry.

"Don't cry yet. I'm not finished with you, yet." said the man in a low menacing voice.

Arnie couldn't wait to tell everyone how he stayed in the haunted house for an hour and how scared the other boys were. He decided to take the long way to school so he could pass by the house that he conquered.

When Arnie approached the front of house he dropped his lunch bag and wet his pants.

Jimmy was hanging by a sheet out of the upstairs bedroom window. His pants were down and his genitals had been cut off and were sticking out of his mouth. His eyes were gouged out and the word bully was scratched across his stomach.

Maternal

 This thing is bigger than you and I. Many people will be over joyed by the arrival of my baby girl. She is royalty you know. Her father is revered as a champion of the people. My grandmother has been telling me for years how my child will change the world.

 Dr. Grandhower is very concerned however. He says that my baby is growing very fast and could come sooner than predicted. He says that I should have my blood tested to see if anything is wrong with the baby. He was involved in a fatal car crash on his way home.

  Mother says my new doctor is smart and won't question such things as the baby's growth. Mother says he is aware of how important my daughter is. Her father is extremely happy about this. He brings me gifts all the time.

  Mother came home yesterday highly upset. She said my baby is in danger from her father. I couldn't believe the things she said. She told me my baby is not royalty and that she will be condemned to a horrible life of suffering.

 Total crap, right? That's what her Dad said and I believe in Him. He sent a friend to take me and my baby to a safe place.....

 The star's are aligned just how He said it would be on the eve of her birth.

 Get ready world! Your Savior has come.........

Mother's Love

My daughter is eleven. She is just perfect. I love her so much. This year I got her so many toys it was crazy.

Mrs. Johnson doesn't like her. She thinks that I spoil her. If you knew my daughter, you would spoil her too. Yesterday, I saw her playing with a squirrel. She didn't know it was dead until I told her. Should've seen the look on her face.

She says she has nightmares of monsters and ghosts. I told her to be brave. There are no monsters any more....

Her dad always loved her. He would kill to make sure she and I were safe. When the bailiff came looking for us, he had a hammer and made sure we were safe. We sure did eat good that night...

She's starting to get older and I guess it's time I let her in on our family secret.

We protect our own. At all costs. It's God's will. We are a good people. When our parents died, we didn't pout, we got down on our knees and thanked Him for his good will and then we ate and celebrated. That's how she came to be.

We were so proud. Our little girl. Our precious little angel.

My big brother brought us home a huge meal. Two hikers he managed to outsmart. Pretty good for someone who dropped out in the third grade huh?

That was her first lesson. How to carve. She was so attentive.

Then she brought home her first grade teacher. We were so proud. We let her do her first carving. How we giggled....

Now the FBI is here and we have to fight.

They don't know how much we have been looking forward to this. Daddy had me prepared when I was ten. He taught Doug later. Much later. He was so much younger.

The first shot didn't hit nothing but an old baby doll in her room. She didn't play with that after we got her a full grown girl to play with.

Now there are many FBI agents to deal with. They have so many guns, it's starting to get scary. Daddy says it'll be ok, but I don't know.

"What are you doing, Sweetpea?"

"Daddy says it's time for us to go on. Bye Mommy."

"No! You are my daughter. I love you!"

"I was your daughter, now I am your replacement. Have a good afterlife."

Bang! Bang!

"I didn't know that my mother was a psycho. I'm just glad my baby won't inherit her traits. She and my Dad had so many problems. You understand, don't you?"

"I understand. I just want you to know that the FBI is here for you. You will be released into the state's hands for foster care."

"Long as I can have my baby, I'm fine, Agent."

ANNABELLE

Hello, my name is Annabelle. I'm starting my first year of college in two months....

I've had a hard time in school since I can remember. In the fourth grade my teacher fell down some stairs. She broke her hip, it was soooo sad. In the sixth grade, a girl name Maxine accidentally set herself on fire. That was horrible because I was right there. Listening to her scream, sooo sad.

There was a football player that was hit by a car when I was in the ninth grade. That ended the season pretty early. The other players sucked big time. Then there was the janitor who put bleach in his coffee. He was really creepy....

My grandma Elle used to say it was weird how all these accidents kept happening around me. She's not here anymore. She died. The funeral was sooo sad.

Anyway, when she died I inherited her home and life insurance. Ain't life funny? So, I enrolled in a college in the next city and I think everything is going to turn out just fine.

Well, I have to go. I'm renting out a room in grandma's house. I hope the new tenant and I will be the best of friends. I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.......