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Dirty Dozen: Top 12 Horror Movies You Might Have Missed
Hey there, stranger! Long time, no blog! My bad.
Life sure does get busy sometimes!
I’ve been wanting to share this post for a while but haven’t had time to. Below are my personal picks for the Dirty Dozen: Top 12 Horror Movies You Might Have Missed.
I realize some of you hardcore horror buffs will roll your eyes and say, “I’ve seen ALL of those”, but I’m willing to bet 90% of you will find a couple new titles. And for the casual horror fan, there’s bound to be more than a few. In no particular order:
Fragile

As the new night nurse at a soon to be abandoned children’s hospital readies the last group of orphans to leave, it becomes increasingly clear that these are not normal children. Something living in the hospital, something the children call the “mechanical girl,” has a terrifying hold over them and will stop at nothing to keep them in the hospital with her forever.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0422272/?ref_=ttmd_md_nm
Stitches

A birthday clown returns from the dead to exact revenge upon a boy and a group of children who contributed to his death. This movie has some very inventive murders, and I highly recommend it to anyone who appreciates gore done well.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2126362
Come Back To Me

Based on the novel THE RESURRECTIONIST by Wrath James White, this movie follows main character Sarah who keeps waking up under strange circumstances with no memory of falling asleep. When she finds some of her clothes covered in blood and discovers she is pregnant, though her husband is sterile, she realizes what’s happening to her is more than just night terrors.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2551396
Splinter

This movie went beyond my expectations. Original story, engulfing suspense, quality acting, great effects. Just WATCH IT!
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1031280
Demon Wind

A man’s investigation into his long-dead parents’ demise leads to the haunted family mansion and a date with a demon.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099401
Chained

Dude… I could not look away. This movie has a real “WTF” factor. It’s always uncomfortable stepping into the lives of serial murderers, but watching one try to train a young boy to be the same? So demented.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1989475
From Within

Because you cannot run from yourself…
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1063056
Shocker

After being captured for a series of gruesome murders, Horace Pinker faces execution by the electric chair — but a deal with the devil allows him to come back as electricity and exact his revenge.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098320
Dead End

When a family en route to a Christmas Eve gathering decides to takes a shortcut down a wooded road, an eerie sequence of events signals trouble ahead. After nearly colliding with an oncoming car, father Frank (Ray Wise) picks up a ghostly hitchhiker (Amber Smith) and her infant child. With the sudden appearance of their new passengers, the route becomes dark and treacherous — and the family’s numbers rapidly begin to dwindle in a series of seemingly connected, grisly roadside accidents.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0308152
2001 Maniacs

I was going to post a trailer for this movie, but the trailer I watched SPOILED a ton of the very unique murder scenes! Do yourself a favor, if you haven’t seen this one yet, don’t watch the trailer, just watch the movie!
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0264323
Mum & Dad

IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1129428
Fingerprints

A series of murders linked to the tragic deaths of schoolchildren 50 years earlier leads a young woman to unravel the dark mystery of her town.
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0790662
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Okay, that’s it for this list. If you’ve seen all twelve, please leave a comment so I can give you a horror high five!!!

Movie Review – What We Do In The Shadows is hilarious!
I just watched What We Do In The Shadows, and I had to hop online and recommend it right away! From start to finish, I laughed. This is a documentary-style film and has a “real footage” feel (in a hilarious, over-the-top sort of way). It follows a cast of quibbling but brotherly undead roommates. The dialogue between main characters Viago, Deacon, and Vladislav is sharp and witty, and supporting character, Peter, is a grotesque Nosferatu-type vampire who makes the whole set-up ridiculously funny. Add in a newborn vamp, a couple loyal humans, a mix of other monsters, and some great comedy writing, and you’ve got What We Do In The Shadows. I haven’t laughed so hard at a horror comedy in a while. Even The Voices with Ryan Reynolds (which I highly recommend!) didn’t keep me in stitches like this one. If you haven’t seen it, track it down. You won’t regret it.
Super scary short film, “I Heard It Too”
One thing I love about the horror community (or maybe any community of artists such as writers, filmmakers, and visual artists) is the mutual support of each other’s work I often witness on social media. A simple share, retweet, repost, pin, FWD, or tag might introduce a new fan to a new artist, and for me… that’s what the Internet is all about, man!
So anyway, tonight I’m posting a short horror film I hadn’t seen yet. I thought some of you might have missed this one, too. Many thanks to Dane John Cobain of the Forsaken Horror Hooligans group for sharing it. (And if you haven’t heard of the hooligans, get ready. We’re coming!)
This 8 minute movie was written by Matt Sears. It was produced and directed by Matt Sears and Tim Knight, and it was based on the two sentence horror story: A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said “I heard that, too.”
Enjoy.
Don’t. Look. Away.
Dark poetry by Lindsey Goddard
The great response we’ve received to horror poetry so far has got me itching to share one of my own. Do you mind if I steal the spotlight for a moment? The following poem has been published twice. In 2009, it appeared in the anthology Mausoleum Memoirs, and in 2013, it appeared in the October issue of Infernal Ink Magazine. It’s my favorite poem I’ve written. I hope you enjoy it. Well… as much as one can enjoy gloom and doom. 🙂
Within These Walls
By: Lindsey Goddard
A ghost who mourns; her earthly name
was tarnished by the word “insane”.
The curse of life: her mortal bane,
her rival… ’til she stopped the pain.
Her name is now synonymous
with how she chose the Reaper’s kiss,
and how she stopped her heart for this–
eternal ache, with no dismiss.
And now she floats within these walls,
follows me down every hall,
eyes me from the shower stall,
begging me to hear her call.
“Lobotomy,” she heard them say
on that strange and frightful day,
“is sure to wipe her tears away.”
Choked up, her father said “okay.”
An ear still pressed against the door,
she listened as the doctor swore
her grief and strife would be no-more.
His words, they chilled her to the core.
She ran until her legs gave out,
chest heaving with her final shout,
“It ends right here, there is no doubt!”
And she began to look about.
The gallows towered in the distance.
She ignored her limbs’ resistance.
Permitting not a moment’s hindrance,
she bid this world a curt good riddance.
Her tortured soul, it didn’t stay
near her gallows of dismay.
From its deathbed it did stray,
finding its way home that day.
And now she floats within these walls,
follows me down every hall,
eyes me from the shower stall,
begging me to hear her call.
Her name is now synonymous
with how she chose the Reaper’s kiss,
and how she stopped her heart for this–
eternal ache, with no dismiss.
Horror humor, to keep you in stitches
I hope you’re in the mood to laugh because I uploaded 40 new pics in the “Horror Humor” section. Here are a few of my favorites, but make sure to check them ALL out at: www.DirtyLittleHorror.com/horror-humor
Dark poetry by Rick Powell
Greetings, and happy Friday. Today I offer you the dark poetry of Rick Powell. If you like what you read, grab a copy of his book!
She’s Waiting
She is waiting, crouched on the floor,
A trembling figure, covered in gore,
Clutched in her hand, a cold crimson knife,
She has relished this moment, waited her whole life,
Shivering and tense, her mouth a bloody grin,
Caring not of consequence, caring not of sin.
She remembers the times, his warm gentle touch,
Of candies and kisses, flowers and such.
Now, later every night, smelling of whores,
Once, whispers in her ear, now, yelling about chores,
The bed they used to lay in, was comfort from life’s storm,
The caress of naked flesh, their bodies were so warm.
Flesh entered flesh, she loved him so much,
Now, a bruised crushed breast, a hard dry thrust.
She came from the kitchen, to the bed where he lay,
With every plunge of the knife, the blood, a fine spray.
After she dials the phone,
She waits for them to arrive,
She never felt so free,
She never felt so alive.
Now, she is waiting, crouched on the floor,
A trembling figure, covered in gore,
Clutched in her hand, a cold crimson knife,
She has relished this moment, waited her whole life,
Shivering and tense, her mouth a bloody grin,
Caring not of consequence, caring not of sin.
Here, She Sits
Here she sits, near the edge,
Staring at the open sea,
The ocean blue all before her,
Nature’s beauty for all to see,
Of all that beauty, she sees not,
Of the nighttime sky and more,
All she sees is her destiny,
To lie at the ocean’s floor,
She’s done with all the living,
And with the life long fears,
She knows if she were to weep,
She would cry ebony tears,
Her life has been a waterfall,
A despairing cascade of sorrow,
She is done pondering about the past,
And dreading what is tomorrow,
She looks down at the waves,
As they crash on the vacant shore,
It will take a moment’s time,
Maybe a few minutes, nothing more,
She wishes for a distant voice,
To stop what will be done,
Maybe she will let this cold night pass,
And wait till the morning sun,
But for now, she will just sit,
Wondering if she will be missed,
With her feet, dangling over the edge,
“Should I dive, into the abyss?
It Was A Night Unlike Any Other
It was a night unlike any other,
The night that they first met,
The lamplight reflecting off the cobblestones,
In a darkened alleyway, the sun long set.
He went walking alone this night,
His heart full of remorse,
For a love that had abandoned him,
Her life had found a new course.
A long way he had walked to this village,
Streets with no name, passed houses unknown,
Passed businesses in need of great repair,
Passed dark, dirty windows, where light is not shown.
The only sounds in that dark night,
Were of his footsteps on the damp cold stone,
Not another soul about did he peer,
Glad in his misery, to be left all alone.
He turned into an alleyway,
To go back the way he came,
When out of the midst of the darkness,
He heard a soft voice whisper his name.
He paused, frozen, to see who would appear,
Then his gaze fell upon a shadowy form,
A hooded figure, still as the stone,
No other sound, except of an oncoming storm.
The figure took a few steps, silent and slow,
The dark robe whispering, to arrive where he stood,
A pale, slender hand touched at his sleeve,
The other cold hand then pulled back the hood.
A flash of lightning revealed the face,
The face of a woman, so pale and fair,
Lips so red, like dew on a rose,
Framing her visage, the darkest of hair.
What captivated him the most, was the depth of her eyes,
The color, indescribable, it made his soul swoon,
They were the brightest, as the sun on the sea,
And also the darkest, as the eclipse of the moon.
He meant to ask how she knew of his name,
But all of his words, over his tongue they did tumble,
No sound at all, passed over her lips,
The only sound in the night, the storm’s steady rumble.
She seemed to sense the misery in his heart,
When slowly she took him into her embrace,
He felt her cold breath upon his neck,
The feel of her locks upon his pale face.
He felt his misery leave his tired form,
Like dried leaves in the October breeze,
Though the pain was nothing like he could describe,
The hurt could not stifle how she set his soul at ease.
He felt his blood mingle with hers as she drank,
With every pump of his heart, his agony did drain,
Though the lightning did flash, the bolt he did not see,
Though his body did drench, he felt not the rain.
Now he walks these streets at night, no thoughts of past love,
Not thinking of woe, not of despair, agony or strife,
His home is with the darkness, he is at rest with the shadows,
All gone is the pain of his past, he has found a new life.
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