tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63473562340653505802024-03-13T06:26:23.844-07:00The Nightmare Nook Horror BlogBlog about Horror Movies and anything Horror! Posted weekly for your Horror Entertainment! Find The Nightmare Nook Horror Blog on Facebook and Twitter! the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.comBlogger715125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-47928469029198080472024-03-02T13:36:00.000-08:002024-03-02T13:36:19.112-08:00Nobody Could Hear Her...<p style="text-align: justify;"> Aimee and John, both husband and wife, slept in on the weekends. Aimee woke up at 8 A.M., with a startle while John remained fast asleep like a baby. Aimee saw her Mother coming downstairs in her and John's apartment, giggling like a grade school girl. Aimee found it very odd as this behavior was not like her Mother at all. All of a sudden, her and John's black Tabby Cat, Moonshine, began to hiss and growl at Aimee's mother. The hairs on Moonshine's back and tail stood up like a bad static effect, and Moonshine recoiled back to under the bed. A small white Calico kitten was in Aimee's Mother's arms, purring. However, Aimee's mother did not seem to acknowledge her, John, or Moonshine. "What are you doing down here, Mother"?, Aimee asked annoyingly. Aimee's mother did not respond, nor did she even acknowledge her daughter's presence. John remained sound asleep, unable to be woken. Aimee turned to look at her husband for one second then turned around. Her Mother was not there anymore. The curtain had not even moved, as though nobody came downstairs at all. That was odd, Aimee thought. Aimee tried to go back to bed, then heard commotion upstairs that came out of nowhere. "Are we having people over"?, Aimee asked herself aloud. Aimee heard her brother Jimmy, coming downstairs. Jimmy was followed by his 1 year old son, and his wife. "What are you guys doing here"????, Aimee asked her brother. Jimmy, his son, and wife, did not respond to Aimee. It was as if they did not see nor hear her. Aimee saw Jimmy look over to his wife and say something, followed by a chuckle. However, Aimee only saw her brother's lips move with no sound. John was still sleeping. This was getting strange and creepy now. Aimee shook John, trying to wake him. John would not budge. Aimee turned back around, to see Jimmy turned around, closing curtain behind him, but his wife and son were nowhere in sight. Aimee tried to follow her brother, so she opened up the curtain leading to the stairs, only to find zero trace of her brother. She called out Jimmy's name. She called out his wife's name. She called out her Mom's name. No answer. Okay, that was totally weird, maybe I am dreaming, Aimee thought. She went back downstairs to her and John's apartment, and John was gone! The bathroom door was open and the kitchen was empty. John's car was still in the driveway. "John!", Aimee cried out. No answer. "John!". This time Aimee's cry was more unsettling. Still no answer. John's cell phone was on the dresser going off. Aimee checked John's phone. On the Caller ID, it read Unknown. Aimee looked around the room in a circular and dizzying motion, causing an unusual inebriating effect. Aimee was not so sure if she was actually dreaming and unable to wake up, or if she was losing her mind. Aimee staggered to the stairs, going upstairs to where her Mother lived. Aimee held onto the railing, afraid to fall, and walked upstairs calling her Mother. She opened the door, and saw a whole new apartment she had never seen before. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3HQJ-5Q28rUiLaR4DHxYijONgV8xB9U_xKjLLaSVVEc1rEpQLBWyzN9wST8FsH7t5mRJZaihTWSfAuxAUfjMjt4y270npppllg2r4I-Os8JtX_uQDQv7lQ3rRKeF0q8DatzG9YTuOl3zkL2jt8w-vLpDAf3NqKpyl-OcQbRcSgXXbJSSqFIPkFNzSxs/s1024/DAVINCI_1709414934817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3HQJ-5Q28rUiLaR4DHxYijONgV8xB9U_xKjLLaSVVEc1rEpQLBWyzN9wST8FsH7t5mRJZaihTWSfAuxAUfjMjt4y270npppllg2r4I-Os8JtX_uQDQv7lQ3rRKeF0q8DatzG9YTuOl3zkL2jt8w-vLpDAf3NqKpyl-OcQbRcSgXXbJSSqFIPkFNzSxs/w640-h640/DAVINCI_1709414934817.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">The apartment had all changed and decorated elegantly for a formal party setting. This was too highly unusual for Aimee's Mother to throw an elegant party. Aimee's mother walked from her bedroom to the beautifully decorated living room. But Aimee's Mother had completely changed! She was younger and dressed in an elegant black and white evening gown, donning diamond sequences, with diamond earrings and black heels to match. Aimee's mother had gone back in time to before she had Aimee. "Mom!", Aimee cried out. Her Mother did not see nor hear her own daughter. Aimee called out again. No answer. She walked around the elegant looking living and dining room, with the glasses of champagne on the platter all set up for guests apparently. But which guests? Aimee's mother was hosting a party which she was not invited to. All of a sudden, Aimee's Grandmother, begins to walk down the stairs. She too, was dressed wearing the same exact evening gown as Aimee's Mother. But her Grandmother was 90 years old yet all of a sudden, she reverted back in time as well before Aimee was born. Aimee's Grandmother and Mother both spoke softly and inaudible for Aimee to make out, but they both smiled at each other rather nefariously, and embraced. Aimee tried running towards them but couldn't seem to move. Her feet were stuck like cement. "What the Hell"?!, Aimee shrieked.</p><p dir="ltr"></p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">***Fictional Story Written By Zainab Ali**</p></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-34184481060939449372024-02-01T17:14:00.000-08:002024-02-01T17:14:25.014-08:00The Husband - Short Story<p> The Husband...</p><p><br /></p><p>Nancy woke up at 4 A.M. , with her heart racing heavily and startled by the shower turning on suddenly. Her husband Steve was not right next to her which was odd. It was Saturday and he usually slept in during the weekends. Plus he always showered in the evenings so this was a bit strange. It was still pitch dark outside. None of his belongings were packed so it did not seem like he was ready to take off and leave her in the middle of the night without telling her where he was going. </p><p>"Honey??", Nancy called..</p><p>No answer...</p><p>"Honey??", she called a little louder for the second time..</p><p>Still no answer..</p><p>She walks over to the bathroom door and knocks. Finally the shower stops. Steve walks out. </p><p>"What are you doing taking a shower at this time honey"?, she asks her husband.</p><p>Steve does not answer nor does he make any eye contact with his wife. He walks right by her. For a moment, Nancy did not even recognize her own husband. She was still feeling apprehensive.</p><p>"Come to bed babe", Steve tells her. And she does..</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQ21-rhmZF46bB6l3t-Ay3CWUZR6qwRXZyIRDCBBfQroaYAL8Z2DSrVG3qcWwGH2pITSMYfpNNmw2MQbOdgmmraGrs9XBZUcPsTURgOBe0-CGmQHyrBbzAR2J3pUPllfMubfLP6Tfat-lIceZLtl-VwQHlkxUglIJ-RCLN2fXqrhCSxdwKD_-tBGMwRU/s1024/image%20(2)(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQ21-rhmZF46bB6l3t-Ay3CWUZR6qwRXZyIRDCBBfQroaYAL8Z2DSrVG3qcWwGH2pITSMYfpNNmw2MQbOdgmmraGrs9XBZUcPsTURgOBe0-CGmQHyrBbzAR2J3pUPllfMubfLP6Tfat-lIceZLtl-VwQHlkxUglIJ-RCLN2fXqrhCSxdwKD_-tBGMwRU/w640-h640/image%20(2)(2).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Nancy once again wakes up startled by the sound of the shower. She frantically looks at the time on her cell phone. It is 4 A.M. Steve was not in bed with her. This was beginning to get really weird. She was feeling apprehensive and now starting to sweat a little. Was this a prolonged strange dream?, she wondered. She calls out for her husband.</p><p>No answer...</p><p>She does it again louder. But still no answer.</p><p>She walks over to the bathroom and knocks on the door. The shower stops. The door opens but it wasn't her husband who walked out. It was Johnny, the man she was having an affair with. Johnny walks right past her without making any eye contact and goes over to the bed.</p><p>"Come to bed babe", he tells her. And so she does.</p><p>Nancy wakes up startled at the sudden sound of the shower turning on. Her alarm goes off. It was 4 A.M. However, she does not remember setting her alarm at that time. She looked beside her but nobody was there. She is now not sure weather or not she is actually still stuck in her strange dream or if she is awake. Is she just confused? Or is she beginning to lose her mind? She calls out her husband's name.</p><p>No answer.</p><p>She calls out Steve's name again.</p><p>No answer.</p><p>She walks over to the bathroom door and knocks. The shower stops and the door opens. It wasn't Steve nor Johnny who walks out of the shower. It was Mark. Mark is Steve's best friend who has always been insanely obsessed with Nancy since she married Steve. He threatened to expose her affair with Johnny if she did not sleep with him too. </p><p>He walks by Nancy without even glancing at her and gets into the bed.</p><p>"Come to bed babe", he tells her. So she does.</p><p>Nancy wakes up with a loud shriek at the sudden sound of the shower turning on. The alarm went off once again at 4 A.M. "Whoever or whatever is doing this, please STOP! This joke is not funny anymore"! She looks beside her and Steve is right next to her. Nancy breaths a sigh of relief. It was just a dream. A crazy prolonged dream she thought and smiled. She goes over to hug her husband and turns him over and screams...</p><p><br /></p><p>Steve is laying in bed dead beside her. He had been stabbed to death multiple times...</p><p><br /></p><p>Fictional Story Written By Zainab Ali..</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-16554070046071772232023-12-29T22:13:00.000-08:002023-12-29T22:13:56.570-08:00Happy New Years!<p> Have a Happy Bloody 2024!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwXuCXTswl3VW3uwV5LeSNDtnqv5x2r-s3laj91y6-IWP1BVg8Zjjxx570UXV-0_PBxB644RvSK3_b8XSPYRZ2Lk07GbYZ2v59JRBbAhHbseODB8ayDUGEEy4E_yfEhYfH-y9_TgzOstFsbABVfAxZXOyz4ice0L1qSBt8HM-oifzl9KaoeMPrdC2AKM/s1024/image%20(16).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwXuCXTswl3VW3uwV5LeSNDtnqv5x2r-s3laj91y6-IWP1BVg8Zjjxx570UXV-0_PBxB644RvSK3_b8XSPYRZ2Lk07GbYZ2v59JRBbAhHbseODB8ayDUGEEy4E_yfEhYfH-y9_TgzOstFsbABVfAxZXOyz4ice0L1qSBt8HM-oifzl9KaoeMPrdC2AKM/w640-h640/image%20(16).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-40310822303156242752023-12-11T19:40:00.000-08:002023-12-11T19:40:26.312-08:00Happy Holidays!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqcB7IfcKOI8gOdTgs2uYhz7RG6C2pbpUHQe6HZqZVT7yKcwdX5bL9Jt2yjYsA_u8_dkjeCQ4BOpNU2Q8FyfWa9o2mRoTMJRVeYBZLu14wTbnZCQ1vWx1cRV-HMPMpY7eKWyYNYT0Sm6tjduGwcoBW5cA_XCZF2vHLpgCnCpdWArduxxwZRV1G0fP69w/s400/16194__silent_l-e8425dedef6543f7a8977a03776dea5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqcB7IfcKOI8gOdTgs2uYhz7RG6C2pbpUHQe6HZqZVT7yKcwdX5bL9Jt2yjYsA_u8_dkjeCQ4BOpNU2Q8FyfWa9o2mRoTMJRVeYBZLu14wTbnZCQ1vWx1cRV-HMPMpY7eKWyYNYT0Sm6tjduGwcoBW5cA_XCZF2vHLpgCnCpdWArduxxwZRV1G0fP69w/w480-h640/16194__silent_l-e8425dedef6543f7a8977a03776dea5a.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-6265438687718058152023-10-31T13:01:00.003-07:002023-10-31T13:01:36.090-07:00Zombie With A Shotgun 2 Reloaded<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlBi3k1n229wNPCwNCyDLPuDueuGLxghsdiIaYDdvduDd1ja6ewLjHZG05aIKcipCN4qz1H928jS0cDGAbmKbn0o-vG8RK3WH9H2jX2hfR3KgV1ME5KgutOvzqEBFG0RRbGS0DSfIqZ_6vjdCJ6LjLzu2zqyhGsK_I1NokDnqrbfmcpQA_sKRedqjoUI/s318/download.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="159" data-original-width="318" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlBi3k1n229wNPCwNCyDLPuDueuGLxghsdiIaYDdvduDd1ja6ewLjHZG05aIKcipCN4qz1H928jS0cDGAbmKbn0o-vG8RK3WH9H2jX2hfR3KgV1ME5KgutOvzqEBFG0RRbGS0DSfIqZ_6vjdCJ6LjLzu2zqyhGsK_I1NokDnqrbfmcpQA_sKRedqjoUI/w640-h320/download.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Now on Indiegogo! Please click link below!</p><p><a href="https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/zombie-with-a-shotgun-2-reloaded?utm_source=lifecycle&fbclid=IwAR0_Fjw5qppWAylL9PyqzFRWzfAn-aucyScDWWyMV6jF_H0XmWv0Oaue_XQ#/">Zombie With A Shotgun 2 Reloaded</a><br /></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-35080007036418844422023-10-30T18:14:00.005-07:002023-10-30T18:14:45.475-07:00Zombie With A Shotgun (2019)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwaA6HWSaPxM6fhvB6FYI_8IZgyt_36J9FxHpA5eaOGMnRP51eTFnoM7_Ic657PnlXlkjuDmxU1LwTdIGAT0hDCLfk6kzVuu8lC5ibqUri7BZTAIG7JsdWROh1tI9r01PVG4sm1yPe_4jCcDWn25zcn2HnMcFp2lZaeYcER-6D5vXkBKZEDwwLVCWpFI/s588/MV5BMzlkOGQ4YjUtYmI1OC00ZjA5LWJmYTktNjAzMTcxZDdlMTNkXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNzcyMDQ5OQ@@._V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="400" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjwaA6HWSaPxM6fhvB6FYI_8IZgyt_36J9FxHpA5eaOGMnRP51eTFnoM7_Ic657PnlXlkjuDmxU1LwTdIGAT0hDCLfk6kzVuu8lC5ibqUri7BZTAIG7JsdWROh1tI9r01PVG4sm1yPe_4jCcDWn25zcn2HnMcFp2lZaeYcER-6D5vXkBKZEDwwLVCWpFI/w436-h640/MV5BMzlkOGQ4YjUtYmI1OC00ZjA5LWJmYTktNjAzMTcxZDdlMTNkXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyNzcyMDQ5OQ@@._V1_.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><i>Infection is dangerous. It destroys families. It destroys love. It destroys sanity. Infection kills.</i></p><p><i>But can a certain kind of infection give its' host special powers such as the power to communicate with Zombies? And who is getting first dibs on the special host? The corrupt Government!</i></p><p><i>Can they relate? Maybe even possibly have a shady transactional business relationship can't hurt</i>..</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Aaron is torn, after being infected with the Zombie virus, between survival of his own world vs. the Undead world. Time is literally of the essence as Aaron makes it a point to put an end to this post apocalyptic nightmare. You are either with him or against him, but the one thing he knows he can always rely on is his weapon of choice...his shotgun!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Hilton Ariel Ruiz puts his own dramatic spin on the Zombie genre with an emphasis on survival, keeping the audience engaged. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">10/10!</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-39543915782824177802023-10-02T17:51:00.002-07:002023-10-02T17:52:20.023-07:00The Woman In The Maze (2023)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW95pe6ZFhgtK8O4xhfe_ZMwiqBuEH0JJ8SsVn8iF18az6aJJy6C1nfSLUHBfFEmiTcsqsbnwsHeFiMIevzBlwqEG4DRkKWXkwaFOTjhqkkHE1gsXKEbhEWM-8xgvdSBaqhCtFO4uBM8odzQe2JQNqOMIMdkN0bvfWUAyp2-ZK42egU_uixhmVcnDUhRE/s1477/MV5BNDc0YTgyMzctNGRiNi00MTRjLWE5YWEtMTU2M2FmYjkwNjk3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjEwODQzNzI@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1477" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW95pe6ZFhgtK8O4xhfe_ZMwiqBuEH0JJ8SsVn8iF18az6aJJy6C1nfSLUHBfFEmiTcsqsbnwsHeFiMIevzBlwqEG4DRkKWXkwaFOTjhqkkHE1gsXKEbhEWM-8xgvdSBaqhCtFO4uBM8odzQe2JQNqOMIMdkN0bvfWUAyp2-ZK42egU_uixhmVcnDUhRE/w434-h640/MV5BNDc0YTgyMzctNGRiNi00MTRjLWE5YWEtMTU2M2FmYjkwNjk3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjEwODQzNzI@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><br /> What's behind door No. 1? A lie? A secret that is dark, deadly and vengeful? Is that very same thing behind door No. 2? 3? 4? 5? Etc.<p></p><p>The house has a dark intention in every corner. You feel trapped with no sense of navigation in this lethal labyrinth. </p><p>Beautiful and ambitious, Gabby Reynolds, takes on a certain Real Estate "assignment" with a partner Owen Bannester, in haunted and eerie Jerome, Arizona. Every town has it's story and secret and Jerome's atmosphere is a very apprehensive one. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Real Estate professionals are supposed to have a key to the property. However, there is a particular cursed home that Gabby is renting out, where there is no key to leave. The house is a malevolent maze in which Gabby is trapped in because the former Homeowner, Angus, condemned it. To avenge his wife Judy's affair, he murdered her and the curse was set forth where now any woman who enters, will never be able to escape...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Keep your wife locked in the house like a prisoner in her own home, and be rest assured she will be obedient and never stray again, right? And now poor Gabby has to pay for Judy's transgressions. Angus felt the need to make a prime example of his adulterous wife. So now, in every nook, behind the doors, lies the lies, secrets, and revenge that Gabby desperately attempts to flee from but is unable to. The house is very soundproof and even Owen is unable to hear her pleas for help. Angus is the only one who holds the "key" and utilizes certain visually conniving means by bringing Gabby's Doppleganger to "help" her escape. When Owen and the Sheriff finally come to Gabby's rescue, "Gabby" shoots the Sheriff dead. After the altercation with "Gabby", only ONE Gabby manages to flee with Owen, while one remains imprisoned, per Angus' curse.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>The Woman In The Maze</i>, provides a chilling and eerie atmosphere accompanied by a great cast performance.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">10/10</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-51056296326057826782023-09-04T21:01:00.005-07:002023-09-04T21:21:32.013-07:00Butcher's Bluff (2023) - And Then There Was Hogman..<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskhCLFBdV_fcNCxWjT2M87k_ZtB7-sZ4-tw3rsFINj50V_JfwNKbEbpjIhkeCOYrD39sew0LMRN_dMgg3jlkHKFuvzRJM0x7yOnP5yHyu5E3q3Q54IPKOGTPAJ1sYLgCgDdb0JQshDO9ckf0DBxvXQOeQ1M-NM74R_5-7yatZVx0uedb81yO3XOCl18c/s1482/MV5BZTc0MGUyZjAtZmFlNy00MDg1LTlkMTUtMmJmNDViZTk0NDJiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjIyNDAzNzI@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskhCLFBdV_fcNCxWjT2M87k_ZtB7-sZ4-tw3rsFINj50V_JfwNKbEbpjIhkeCOYrD39sew0LMRN_dMgg3jlkHKFuvzRJM0x7yOnP5yHyu5E3q3Q54IPKOGTPAJ1sYLgCgDdb0JQshDO9ckf0DBxvXQOeQ1M-NM74R_5-7yatZVx0uedb81yO3XOCl18c/w432-h640/MV5BZTc0MGUyZjAtZmFlNy00MDg1LTlkMTUtMmJmNDViZTk0NDJiXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjIyNDAzNzI@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><i>This little piggy went to the market. And THIS piggy....</i></p><p><i>Butcher's Bluff is very easy to get to but getting out is a whole other story..</i></p><p>Bullying continues to be pervasive amongst adolescents, where there is no rhyme nor reason, it's just kids having "fun" while avoiding being an easy target themselves. Just go along to get along and you will survive your very trying and hormonal years right? But other than anguish over being abused by their peers, what is the victim truly feeling when that anguish starts to seep into the dark crevices of their minds? No bully will ever be able to bully again and knocking them off one by one is only the beginning...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">As is the case with young adolescent Alex Grimley, who got teased and ridiculed for being overweight. Enough was enough when Alex snapped and embarked on a gruesome murdering rampage against his bullies while donning a Porky Pig mask. The hog mask became his alter ego or maybe even just a mere extension of his rage which he rendered very dramatically, in an attempt to prove a point. Alex Grimly then becomes institutionalized for 20 years. Following his discharge, he becomes a recluse with his whereabouts unknown. However, people at The Butcher's Bluff start to disappear and the count accumulates..</p><p style="text-align: justify;">This stuff is what awesome slashers and documentaries are made of. However, attempting to shoot a film documentary at Butcher's Bluff will require the Hogman to direct his final <i>cut,</i> no pun intended. Or maybe it is.. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">In the words of Porky Pig...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">"That's all folks"!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Butcher's Bluff is a true Slashic Horror movie of today with Bill Oberst Jr.'s performance leaving us at the edge of our seat as well as a phenomenal performance by the cast of the film.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">10/10 Rating!</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-14586507188329144872023-07-31T15:51:00.002-07:002023-07-31T18:33:13.239-07:00Play It All Night Long (2023)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vGSwPGw63ve5D0kZ2o_mS6sF80fJkroTkUxfDAZEzdUBHOHyom9ceYF6pV5YKN5IFOfd8CGAp2ceSxNJ8G6_W61AqWie2yNvGbP0bbfovJiV-x4_nS2dJxVSekbPfk8MWQ3mpa8JKRms_fBcqPXuyMBxQ-uq8SpM93P4hIZTa9Pp4eRf7_pi1e_22sg/s1200/km0b3taosvyoxmisxvog.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vGSwPGw63ve5D0kZ2o_mS6sF80fJkroTkUxfDAZEzdUBHOHyom9ceYF6pV5YKN5IFOfd8CGAp2ceSxNJ8G6_W61AqWie2yNvGbP0bbfovJiV-x4_nS2dJxVSekbPfk8MWQ3mpa8JKRms_fBcqPXuyMBxQ-uq8SpM93P4hIZTa9Pp4eRf7_pi1e_22sg/w640-h336/km0b3taosvyoxmisxvog.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px;">The profession of musicians revolves around seeking inspiration. This inspiration is transformed into prose and conveyed through song. However, what occurs when this "inspiration" not only discovers you first but starts to relentlessly pursue you, to the extent that it takes control of you...quite literally? You become the instrument of this inspiration, and it manipulates you for its own diabolical purposes. This musical parasite feeds off of you, the musician, as you serve as its host, providing it with all the nourishment it requires. Then the daunting deed falls on you to contend with and slay it. Once you have achieved victory, chronicle the experience. Sing about it. And perform it endlessly throughout the night...</span></div><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Nunito, HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px;" /><span face="Nunito, HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px;">Play It All Night Long entails a distinctive plot accompanied by remarkable visual effects and talent, generating an eerie and suspenseful atmosphere.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Nunito, HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Nunito, HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px;" /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="Nunito, HelveticaNeue, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Rating: 10/10</span></span></div><p></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-82947817989200202542023-07-04T20:45:00.004-07:002023-07-04T20:45:37.304-07:00Fang (2022)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnC7yofYHHwFRnJz75DLCP01BpJK75Ig2K2A-tAugk0IjhAJsxnqknu7fEY-CkiGXupthC7K1q8OfOga3FSM25kk6Xu8-q7Oko6DkqRVIuR_g33Lghci9CYk2X3fLiV4KiNYcf0_hEa2CIFSv00TAMBlaEH5ag8FOPg4Cu5FXcPShV84sslSbNltJMCU/s1500/MV5BNGFiNTQwZmQtYTE3Ny00MDg0LWFmYjQtZDE0OTMyM2ZkMjVhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTEzNjY2ODE5._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnC7yofYHHwFRnJz75DLCP01BpJK75Ig2K2A-tAugk0IjhAJsxnqknu7fEY-CkiGXupthC7K1q8OfOga3FSM25kk6Xu8-q7Oko6DkqRVIuR_g33Lghci9CYk2X3fLiV4KiNYcf0_hEa2CIFSv00TAMBlaEH5ag8FOPg4Cu5FXcPShV84sslSbNltJMCU/w426-h640/MV5BNGFiNTQwZmQtYTE3Ny00MDg0LWFmYjQtZDE0OTMyM2ZkMjVhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTEzNjY2ODE5._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Claustrophobia, weather the reason for it is real or perceived, is a debilitating feeling of being boxed in. Sometimes spaces such as elevators, create an inner panic of feeling confined. And sometimes, it is not places but people who cause us to feel in such an unpleasant way. </p><p>When you are stuck in a shitty dead end job, where your boss is as crooked as a crumpled up dollar bill and has zero respect for you, you can't help but feel hopeless. Your only mental outlet are your fantasies of doing away with that problem. At home it is no better when your mother, who has reached an advanced stage of Parkinson's Disease, decays both physically and mentally by the day, even with the help of an aide, leaves you in despair. That is when the feeling of claustrophobia catapults itself to possibly treacherous proportions.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Seeing a loved one suffer to the point where being alive is no longer a desired option, can definitely put wears and tears on your mind and sanity. It is impossible not to sympathize with poor Billy Cochran as his own personal environment causes him to descent into madness. Billy's only viable outlet is his artistic gift, with an emphasis on an alien-hybrid tone. His art conveys a very strong and powerful message regarding his own mental state.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>What's that smell? Do you smell that? I smell a rat...</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Billy's fragile frame of mind takes a turn for the worst when he gets bit by a rat, causing him to suffer from hallucinations. He imagines rat like beings attempting to take over his life, just like everything else in his waking life...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Everybody in Billy's life, and other than his ailing mother Gina, her aide, and his shady boss, he really does not have anybody, can metaphorically be perceived as a <i>rat...</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Gina, as mentioned before, is nearing the end of her life at an advanced stage of Parkinson's Disease. Her glory days are long behind her as the only thing left in her life now is her unfortunate tragic illness. Physically and mentally, her current state of erosion has left her feeling "boxed in" her own personal Hell. Billy is right there along with her in Hell. Rather than seeking help for his problems, he abuses his mother's medication to self-medicate. Gina's illness is the <i>rat.</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Also mentioned prior, Billy works a dismal job as a janitor in a desolate factory. His boss is a complete narcissist who believes he is invincible from all the consequences of the criminal activity he is engaging in on the side. Billy is only a pawn in his crooked Chess game, a subordinate and just beneath him. Billy, who also has trouble cashing in his own checks, is at the mercy of this corporate <i>rat...</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">All of these emotionally traumatizing situations cause Billy to feel boxed in, propelling his breakdown to catastrophic measures. So when he is confronted by the actual rat, is this rat actually real or perceived?? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Lynn Lowry's performance as the ailing Gina, is a heartfelt and emotional one as you are afraid of and for Gina at the same time as she mentally and physically succumbs to her ordeal day after day. Dylan LaRay takes us on a traumatic and sympathetic journey of Billy's downward spiral, causing us to second guess the security of our own sanity. A stellar talent and storyline that hits home, gets a 10/10 rating!!!</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-82909126306994027752023-06-02T19:50:00.000-07:002023-06-02T19:50:00.741-07:00Weight of Guilt(2022)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-PC8XSKcizTFe_bf3dNkKIcrlxX5cCqVf79Bgsq_a6V4nMLqeVaVUNpF_CiDGkdUhYcEIWUpcwJXo4-PzmkEP-SOTQwyM47Vzqi-OdHm7-A8ayiJkVMB_uu3lFP-x69FXAx8MyXskcqobRF497yWWDP9zn-cREiRVImigwqhdgT9P46X0CJRxz5k/s279/download.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="180" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir-PC8XSKcizTFe_bf3dNkKIcrlxX5cCqVf79Bgsq_a6V4nMLqeVaVUNpF_CiDGkdUhYcEIWUpcwJXo4-PzmkEP-SOTQwyM47Vzqi-OdHm7-A8ayiJkVMB_uu3lFP-x69FXAx8MyXskcqobRF497yWWDP9zn-cREiRVImigwqhdgT9P46X0CJRxz5k/w413-h640/download.jpeg" width="413" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>The world has come to its' conclusion. The only thing left of it are its' earthbound ruins. Amongst the remnants of the destroyed, cruel and inhumane world, a man named Bill and his canine companion roam. As they roam, an emotional anchor is set robustly in Bill's heart, harboring all his sins and his demons. His <i>guilt... </i>With <i>The Weight of Guilt</i> anchoring Bill down in this Post-Apocalyptic Limbo as it is now, how can he relieve his burden? Is it even possible to? What if he is unable to? What becomes of Bill now???</p><p>Bill Oberst, Jr. delivers a very stellar voice performance as Bill, conveying an emotion of melancholy despair, causing viewers to feel sympathetic and concerned for the character's well being.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">10/10 Rating!!!</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-36596053897264576202023-05-01T11:27:00.002-07:002023-05-02T19:05:16.752-07:00Apocalypse Love (2023)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrRKQepChdpd4w4_Hedv07xbDCkaqen8jn0BSn6AYlrfW_5vajNZr2tfiHUg6onhh58EMm1weffWpdGAdncZfgMcXyPGKym-zd5g38BTkMtIxWWiR5EtYxjfiTVh0xgVwTi2kEJwOe_kpblhmXYCpdaTY69JGZs-EjwCH27DgasYA2Q_fgw7UmpN3/s1500/MV5BNDE1NjA1Y2EtM2I2ZS00YmUyLThjYjUtYmEyNTFlYzdkODNjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTI1NDU0MTA@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrRKQepChdpd4w4_Hedv07xbDCkaqen8jn0BSn6AYlrfW_5vajNZr2tfiHUg6onhh58EMm1weffWpdGAdncZfgMcXyPGKym-zd5g38BTkMtIxWWiR5EtYxjfiTVh0xgVwTi2kEJwOe_kpblhmXYCpdaTY69JGZs-EjwCH27DgasYA2Q_fgw7UmpN3/w426-h640/MV5BNDE1NjA1Y2EtM2I2ZS00YmUyLThjYjUtYmEyNTFlYzdkODNjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMTI1NDU0MTA@._V1_FMjpg_UX1000_.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>What would you do if the world was going to end tomorrow? Overused, trite, and a cliche that question is I know. But the world always comes to an end; <i>our </i>world that is...</p><p><i>It's the end of the world as we know it...</i></p><p>And the world as <i>we </i>know it will inevitably come to a conclusion. Our one true love when ripped away from us, equates to an end, which IS OUR end. The end of OUR world as WE know it. In this world, nothing is forever. It begins and eventually ends. </p><p>But is it possible that in some necromantic way, <i>our </i>end could be delayed or even altered? Every end is a new beginning after all right? Can we adjust to a new life after our initial end, where we reunite with our true love, in new form?</p><p><i>Undead </i>form...</p><p>The countdown to the Alien/Zombie Apocalypse is ticking fast and Tom must find a way to resurrect BB. BB was the love of his life, who tragically got killed on Prom Night, causing Tom to suffer immense backlash. He enlists in his ex girlfriend Izzy's help since she practices necromancy. In a perfect world, a rejected and broken hearted ex girlfriend designs her ex boyfriend's true love's body bag, I mean a body bag never looked to fashionable! Is Izzy just being the more mature puppet or is it just a Zombie/Alien Apocalypse epiphany?</p><p>A Punk/Goth/Emo love story, being conveyed by a bunch of gorgeous, big eyed puppets, with enviable fashion sense, moves and entertains us through this unique concept and imagery. Vera Vanguard is a Puppeteer Goddess!!</p><p>10/10 Rating!!!</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-34572281814445871532023-03-30T13:30:00.001-07:002023-03-30T13:36:44.396-07:00Dark Lullabies (2020)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><b>Ezile</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>The loss of a baby is one of the most unfathomable, unmentionable, and most traumatizing incidents you would never wish on your own worst enemy. But, your best friend though? What sort of friend would you be to want to do more than play Witchy Godmother to your best friend's baby? Is there a deeper reason? What is the myth to the madness? Perhaps to avenge the loss of your own baby by carving out your best friend's pregnant belly in order to steal hers. </div><div><br /></div><div>The loss of a baby directs us to grief turned madness...</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bag Of Tricks</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Halloween can be a sexy holiday for adult couples who would love to kick back, relax, cuddle and make out while their favorite Horror movie is playing. And of course, you need to be the most hospitable that day for your neighborhood trick or treaters. But there is one trick or treater who wishes to return the favor by delivering his own bag of "goodies". Unfortunately the items in the bag are not made for confectionary consumption. But keep your <i>eye </i>out for at least one sweet edible in the bag..</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Deal</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Assault and battery on the detained so called assassin.. People protect their own people. No mercy is required. Best act of retribution? Drag the significant other into the $18 Million Dollar <i>Deal...</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Wrong Profile</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>What they do not train you for at The Police Academy is to pay super close attention to the nitty gritty details. Can a Criminal Profile be negligent in stating detail? Can the true evidence be right under our nose and we overlook it? For instance, something so initial and simple such as a <i>first name??</i> It's all in the name.. Names carry history, truth and a possible motive for a certain sadistic serial killer. Answer your Walkie-Talkie Officer John Parker, for a very sadistic serial killer has a deathly imperative message for you. There is something missing in your criminal file. Look at the pattern of the slayings. This serial killer targets certain <i>names. </i>Matthew, John, etc. Names of the Apostles from The Bible. However, he does not directly murder individuals with the same names, only those who are closest to them, such as a partner or wife. Sadistic Rites Of Murder. Can you handle the job?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Silhouette </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Ever hear the true statement, "Ladies First"? Or even common courtesy such as holding the elevator door for a lady? That lack of common courtesy cost a young woman her life and now you have to live with the guilt her silhouette keeps haunting you with. Now your girlfriend thinks you are cheating on her with a ghost and you wont live too long to even explain yourself to her. See? Common courtesy can save your life too.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Soundbite</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>World Wide Web Woes.. Girl logs on her computer and a skull pops up. The diabolical imagery makes her paranoid, then crazy. She smashes her head repeatedly on the keyboard, blood splattering all over it. The "voices" commanded her to "do it". </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Stalk</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>A monster follows you in the streets. Can you outsmart the monster?</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Love Me Not</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Deadly Dinner Dates.. A woman's heart beats only with the sole intent to love and to have that love reciprocated. So, for the love of everything holy, do not toy with a woman's heart. Toys are made to be broken, not a woman's heart, especially multiple times! So for each lying and cheating bastard, dinner reservations will be in full effect. Now the dining room is at its' full capacity for the "Dinner Of The Dead" guests. So again, for the love of everything holy, just love her back already!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Ax</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>What drives a man to madness? Could be any number of variables. Fear? Exhaustion? Loss of faith? Character defect that could turn man morally bankrupt? Anything can be a trigger point. The ax serves as somewhat of a kryptonite for a mad man. He needs to grasp onto it tightly as a reminder that he is still in his "right" element. The ax is possessing him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sanity is a virtue yet fragile..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">***Michael Coloumbe's <i>Dark Lullabies </i>will completely mess with your mind. 10/10 Rating!***</div><div><b><br /></b></div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-78038370545439452382023-03-09T17:47:00.000-08:002023-03-09T17:47:25.777-08:00The Central Authority (2021) - Corona Concepts<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbWWv4vYjkIpcUbRyLiWgu-XcsKa7r91XPYhfTW9OcMQHdq3cgy8ZYMMlmb7Yl1uJQvlhVUgHEvve1e8pTLXi-5gBIm4_Z2J4BnDpgxzVfSZRYdW6Yit5Ri9gQVUGowr_ne9_6I67F1rGERsNkQVhZavtncWce0EcqqFh2H6l-SjyNbYeAnZIDAFM/s800/the%20central%20authority%202021.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="356" data-original-width="800" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghbWWv4vYjkIpcUbRyLiWgu-XcsKa7r91XPYhfTW9OcMQHdq3cgy8ZYMMlmb7Yl1uJQvlhVUgHEvve1e8pTLXi-5gBIm4_Z2J4BnDpgxzVfSZRYdW6Yit5Ri9gQVUGowr_ne9_6I67F1rGERsNkQVhZavtncWce0EcqqFh2H6l-SjyNbYeAnZIDAFM/w640-h284/the%20central%20authority%202021.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ah yes, the pandemic. In 2021, COVID-19 a.k.a. The Coronavirus, unexpectedly, from right under the nose of the world, knocked the wind out of us, literally. It was the war of the world against the Corona. While the entire world was subject to an imperative lockdown, donning masks, washing our hands constantly, playing duck, duck, goose with the virus, leaving many of the "non-essential" workers out of work, we found ourselves in the middle of something we have NEVER experienced; FREE TIME. Time enough at last! There was nothing but time. I remember forgetting what day of the week it was because it did not matter. So we shifted our focus mainly to one thing, ENTERTAINMENT! </div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">In the era of Social Media and its' heightened reliance on users need for self promotion, one rule of thumb applies; Do NOT be boring!! You are in control over your live stream viewership interest. You can be a : musician, an overly opinionated Liberal, a Chef who can demonstrate different things you can do with an eggplant, (hmmmm) a Cam Girl selling her tasty little goodies, a flower fetish girl or guy, who can show you that plants too can provide sexual stimulation, I mean to each his own right? A Televangelist who has his own hidden sexual desires, a wino mother comparing her two daughters on livestream, a woman finding her ideal match, etc. The list goes on. Entertain your audience any wat you know how, but understand this; if your viewership falls below a certain amount, your show gets cancelled and so do YOU!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you enjoy a contemporary Horredy, which is Laugh Out Loud funny, you will be LOL'ing with The Central Authority. I loved how accurately relatable this movie was as the pandemic liferally left us with no choice but to turn to ENTERTAINMENT..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10/10 Rating!</div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-19810251805512347552023-02-19T17:04:00.000-08:002023-02-19T17:04:57.217-08:00Maya (2022) - The Permanent Camping Trip You Will Never Return Home From..<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2p9PFPZKJAW0KuD5L2iCUpkvezcD71xnOalwPj5tO0rOFBmtu4Ju9rQAlk0JFRCl5v_y0pXYSAHCLLlW4vHEK9E2XhyxnJVvgtJhRkm4TjzFYz70xmN4yPUiY2fNYJUMybpwV-lnu6EuwI2b2geLN_PznlJak9Qj8juGCv1KlrTSmzgWhsEDBSTvm/s2048/received_522867646499057.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2p9PFPZKJAW0KuD5L2iCUpkvezcD71xnOalwPj5tO0rOFBmtu4Ju9rQAlk0JFRCl5v_y0pXYSAHCLLlW4vHEK9E2XhyxnJVvgtJhRkm4TjzFYz70xmN4yPUiY2fNYJUMybpwV-lnu6EuwI2b2geLN_PznlJak9Qj8juGCv1KlrTSmzgWhsEDBSTvm/w426-h640/received_522867646499057.jpeg" width="426"></a></div><br><p></p><div dir="auto"><i>She waits for you..</i></div><div dir="auto"><i>She is there lurking in the woods awaiting your arrival..</i></div><div dir="auto"><i>She has a message for you..</i></div><p style="text-align: justify;">It is a good day for a day camping trip. A couple of close friends need to get away for the day. We all need a break from the confines of our stressful if not miserable lives, by getting out there in the world of pure nature..</p><div dir="auto">But the world of pure nature has its' own way of confining you. It harbors its' own ominous secret and has its' own face of evil. It preys on your guilt and fears. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">And exactly what is it that you fear?</div><div dir="auto">What is consuming your conscience? </div><div dir="auto">What is it that you are hiding? </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Those are questions you refuse to answer aloud. But that is OK because <i>she</i> knows the answers..</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">She knows it all...</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><i>Maya knows all..</i></div><div dir="auto"><i><br></i></div><div dir="auto"><i>Maya of the woods...</i></div><p style="text-align: justify;">If you love Camping Horror Movies, <i>Maya </i>will definitely be worth every minute you spend at the edge of your seat..</p><p style="text-align: justify;">10/10 Excellent Rating! </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><br></i></p><p><i><br></i></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-87897581609061344442023-02-01T21:15:00.002-08:002023-02-01T22:07:56.696-08:00Possession (1981) - Matrimonial Machinations<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #242424;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKO95n7b4AL9ixG9em0Iyp3XQ9jNKeuaawQHGig4fnaKcawQc8xv2k9UfN7ZbuPKuUPYkzpq33glYXL0a1KAxM_-vt9dBZNaBJKAbVMY28Dd0oUdeoLeBuIqJLgHLBciwzignEp4aM2iktV9vwqVHpeEzZsgB6o9uqgM2CDCiSGDbZ8Zk8GvuSfPJ/s305/Possession.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="206" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKO95n7b4AL9ixG9em0Iyp3XQ9jNKeuaawQHGig4fnaKcawQc8xv2k9UfN7ZbuPKuUPYkzpq33glYXL0a1KAxM_-vt9dBZNaBJKAbVMY28Dd0oUdeoLeBuIqJLgHLBciwzignEp4aM2iktV9vwqVHpeEzZsgB6o9uqgM2CDCiSGDbZ8Zk8GvuSfPJ/w432-h640/Possession.jpg" width="432" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>Here Comes The Bride..</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>All dressed in hysteria..</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>You shed tears of joy on your wedding day</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>Yet the tears don't stop after your nuptuals..</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>They perpetuate onto your marriage..</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>And then that is all you end up doing..</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i>Crying, screaming, harming, lying, scheming..</i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">You know this can't end well...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">Harboring secrets can have dire consequences. Harboring affairs can be just downright deadly. But what if both parties are equally the problem? What if both parties enable each other's toxicity, perhaps even embrace it to such gross and treacherous proportions? </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">It happens all the time, the whole "I love you but I hate you and want to do away with you" song and dance. Like moths to a flame, why do they always gravitate back to each other knowing nothing can be salvaged? We are who we attract, so when we get together, a horrific chain of events are off set, causing us to descent into madness.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>For better or for worse...</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">The woman you married is having an affair with a man who harbors qualities you don't. But she also resides in a secret location where she stores another "lover" as well as dismembered body parts. Skeletons not in the closet but the fridge..(same concept).</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">Meanwhile you still refuse to let go. Anna is projected onto every woman you come across. Just like the other "lover" is an allegory of how you are perceived in Anna's eyes...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>A monster...</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>A grotesque monster with tentacles..</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>The tentacles that refuses to let go..</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">The monster brought out the absolute worst in her. She miscarried in the most horrific and traumatizing way that was your offspring. An extension of you. The "monster". Your remaining child wishes to avoid the monster for his innocent life has already been marred by it. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;">The monstrosity leads to murder-suicide...</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><i>'Till death do us part...</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></p><h2 style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></h2><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #242424; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #242424; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web (West European)", "Segoe UI", -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br aria-hidden="true" /></div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-56786621891709418062023-01-12T14:02:00.005-08:002023-01-12T14:02:33.735-08:00Desperate Souls (2023)<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ49-a2YaDYRafmR67VQTlzdpMncLquQ-Z5WxscJxXWjNOxw2LXsuui6NK3Le_okpVo26KRDJUNElrEYFVsDI72pBFQNRtcv__qkbr1qIyRzpkhwSfaph5Ilf5lpG6rqTAhiq8a-5HM1wG1pJT_5iH9NiMr44BeozERTf7SEOcED_fCvWXOnHLAT0G/s660/received_578435924124653.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="660" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ49-a2YaDYRafmR67VQTlzdpMncLquQ-Z5WxscJxXWjNOxw2LXsuui6NK3Le_okpVo26KRDJUNElrEYFVsDI72pBFQNRtcv__qkbr1qIyRzpkhwSfaph5Ilf5lpG6rqTAhiq8a-5HM1wG1pJT_5iH9NiMr44BeozERTf7SEOcED_fCvWXOnHLAT0G/w640-h426/received_578435924124653.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-3472890296916826252023-01-04T15:46:00.000-08:002023-01-04T15:46:42.287-08:00Madness Of Many (2013) - The Dark Abyss<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtNCnETQSSFl9KP0TMJSSGL8JJhGJ3n5MFAttjaYIlHs2MmJ13KvmYp8HtKIjC8B_FxP2KPWWZr1R489_9XRbpXRuL6U5_MVyBXDaNZmbe5BB1r_65Cc76ByY5iBcQg6_XZ-7wEkxkqLo6yjOJ8bcGh5PSWDrQM3VEqe1A6invQFAkP3YIaPne3GVR/s640/vlcsnap-2016-03-29-21h56m14s36.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtNCnETQSSFl9KP0TMJSSGL8JJhGJ3n5MFAttjaYIlHs2MmJ13KvmYp8HtKIjC8B_FxP2KPWWZr1R489_9XRbpXRuL6U5_MVyBXDaNZmbe5BB1r_65Cc76ByY5iBcQg6_XZ-7wEkxkqLo6yjOJ8bcGh5PSWDrQM3VEqe1A6invQFAkP3YIaPne3GVR/w640-h360/vlcsnap-2016-03-29-21h56m14s36.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Poor beautiful Victoria.. An innocent life was brought into this cruel and inhuman world. It happens more often than you realize. Parents should feel the love and the bonding as soon as the moment of conception comes. And when the child comes out of the womb, and sees the world for the first time, a new journey into the unknown begins. You find your purpose traveling through many of life's journeys. But from the moment of birth, what if you are not loved like you should be? What if your parents harbored ill will towards you before birth? It is sad to say that the last place your child must have felt safe was in the walls of the womb..</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Then the child develops and is no longer walking on all fours. From there, as the formative years begin, quickly the youth gets robbed and raped of it's healthy and natural development. Arrested development. The psyche becomes warped and convoluted, hence, so does the persona. What can you really expect? This is never normal yet it does still happen. Nobody wants to believe parents can be so evil and non-nurturing but it is a harsh reality sometimes. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>The child knows no safe haven. No love. No happiness. No shelter. No light at the end of the dark, ominous tunnel. No salvation for the soul. Because it was born in Hell. Now Hell follows...</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFd6-NKzTz5R19pHB6ftl7sAdfqcjfkc2Tc3HYjlvqLgkM4Tk4ESCg9wu-jglpfNRP53dwwGVJlqKedQqauFMd4Zulb5uJbASCBMb4VqMiAcxS7pDHTWohZy-VJ8M9osHq38GC65RzADSNfcLtWtIg61nWySyIHzK4eODIfweTnBP1E65HdQmbfLj/s310/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="310" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFd6-NKzTz5R19pHB6ftl7sAdfqcjfkc2Tc3HYjlvqLgkM4Tk4ESCg9wu-jglpfNRP53dwwGVJlqKedQqauFMd4Zulb5uJbASCBMb4VqMiAcxS7pDHTWohZy-VJ8M9osHq38GC65RzADSNfcLtWtIg61nWySyIHzK4eODIfweTnBP1E65HdQmbfLj/w640-h337/images.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfXkB5-BCeLJ6Wd1N4JtM-ZfILPGIjM3QIbXtfiD2j4vXqSBRcMLeOPu_ekrEMhGddhNVIjXDlI1ef3kuw8twKCAF1uKWaHbDi2h4alFNboU5sdzHQ_XB0ZoysmNQa0TurXwZrFl_NURS1kfugxlOCZDHWi26kzlw7WThQFJpLwJ_1woPUpH8vwf9/s140/Spiderhole-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="84" data-original-width="140" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfXkB5-BCeLJ6Wd1N4JtM-ZfILPGIjM3QIbXtfiD2j4vXqSBRcMLeOPu_ekrEMhGddhNVIjXDlI1ef3kuw8twKCAF1uKWaHbDi2h4alFNboU5sdzHQ_XB0ZoysmNQa0TurXwZrFl_NURS1kfugxlOCZDHWi26kzlw7WThQFJpLwJ_1woPUpH8vwf9/w640-h384/Spiderhole-002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfBB1_deaOU1yxHi6oZNGpV6FevKPnfftAVlDa2x-dtCxnW-i8-yN4piK00J3IZzrp_oERg1lyr9c0bg1gxwyV_l6ndaSIY3V6L8uv1p-BOkyjU6HD7PxwShdcYRrOKVYghmPlDxlUgfG2iDdVggbeOQdMb7CEg-M1JaTiSCCUjPqVkQ440Sj4F84/s450/Madness-of-Many-2013-movie-Kasper-Juhl-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="450" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfBB1_deaOU1yxHi6oZNGpV6FevKPnfftAVlDa2x-dtCxnW-i8-yN4piK00J3IZzrp_oERg1lyr9c0bg1gxwyV_l6ndaSIY3V6L8uv1p-BOkyjU6HD7PxwShdcYRrOKVYghmPlDxlUgfG2iDdVggbeOQdMb7CEg-M1JaTiSCCUjPqVkQ440Sj4F84/w640-h318/Madness-of-Many-2013-movie-Kasper-Juhl-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5GtfwkK6XouS8eLDksx1W6HHRIzmnCzup4c5_KAhunPgIrNVFBjYowm0kwe8xlOs0GaIx-n591SaC8DFkHB8SJXfn-m2jSdiWQh9FKASAnF-3XlTbRpegKR-HBWJUW_depQkiSigHCRZQRWfRhBwNhCrK3BxdmcFilkTdW-Z5zkHEeNrF-v2h9GX/s720/vlcsnap-2016-02-04-17h46m54s536.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5GtfwkK6XouS8eLDksx1W6HHRIzmnCzup4c5_KAhunPgIrNVFBjYowm0kwe8xlOs0GaIx-n591SaC8DFkHB8SJXfn-m2jSdiWQh9FKASAnF-3XlTbRpegKR-HBWJUW_depQkiSigHCRZQRWfRhBwNhCrK3BxdmcFilkTdW-Z5zkHEeNrF-v2h9GX/w640-h426/vlcsnap-2016-02-04-17h46m54s536.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><i>After being so incapacitated by the darkness, you become desensitized. And then in its' own ironic way, your consciousness does something it has never done before; it expands...When it expands, you do something you have never thought of doing before; attempting to comprehend the carnage. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>You realize all you need to do is alter your perspective. When you do that, you will be surprised at how the world around you changes. If you perceive everything to be dark and evil, that is what you will attract. Once you realize nothing can be more evil, then it is time to search for the light. You have to want to find it. You have to believe there is beauty in this world. But only you can find it. If it wasn't for the evil, peace, love and happiness would never be understood, appreciated and valued. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>In the end, only you have the power...<br /><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-38263713924716841952022-12-13T13:49:00.040-08:002022-12-15T16:25:55.893-08:00Christmas Evil a.k.a. You Better Watch Out..(1980)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> <i>I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus....</i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHPSIz2wQEdUaSuLcmv6HKh-mFpkPoZzkuew_Fu5PqPMVLp37ipU0XxHA1UkDbiU1QIR-eQCO0hEIHXufjzfOW7EAYjXMoyS9cUENF5oYQyAofuEvYPvMBThL3Fe00-_aHetNwq7sPOkUjX7HiB-ZhmwEVt2W0A2xGWoBrFVXk4S4kNVGyMvEXs-F/s375/ChristmasEvilDVD.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="256" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHPSIz2wQEdUaSuLcmv6HKh-mFpkPoZzkuew_Fu5PqPMVLp37ipU0XxHA1UkDbiU1QIR-eQCO0hEIHXufjzfOW7EAYjXMoyS9cUENF5oYQyAofuEvYPvMBThL3Fe00-_aHetNwq7sPOkUjX7HiB-ZhmwEVt2W0A2xGWoBrFVXk4S4kNVGyMvEXs-F/w436-h640/ChristmasEvilDVD.jpg" width="436" /></span></a></div><p></p><div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" id="ms-outlook-mobile-signature"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">To a child, Christmas means a lot of things. Lights, a tree with fun and beautiful ornaments, gifts, a vacation from school, etc.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">But one man, who is the epitome of joy and everything merry, represents all the smiles of young children who have purposely been good all season just to get the toy or video game they have been pining for. Every young child waits for the big jolly old man to fall from their chimney to deliver their wishes all comprised in one big bag. The true magic of the holiday season lies in the hearts and minds of children.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">Children need something to believe in. But when the big jolly old man, dressed in red, loses his magic once you see the true face underneath the big white beard, you are not only left disappointed and sad, but scarred mentally for life. No child in their right mind wants to hear the dreadful words, SANTA CLAUS IS NOT REAL! </div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">Santa Claus needs to be resurrected. And that is what will happen through the one man that could never accept and let go. But it comes at a price. A bloody price...</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">For your sakes, I hope you are good this holiday season.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;">Happy Holidays Horror Fans!!!</div></span></div></div></div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-30544678152178310442022-11-18T21:34:00.002-08:002022-11-18T21:39:52.598-08:00Gallery Of Fear (2012)<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibT0hSx-2GITYCrrVzwff6oCGFhEGWm7MZB0vbL2yKuWyafZEd9TzfpVVNwYQ-2zjVsaPQxPieHNDLai_tKtz-FP8wgI404nzCfQs7Oq3xB2jTc1KcEj7_y3ABvr86LKpG6c0RrM9Woord_j1T3jpEkFfDd3q0tT4XDYbiXYbUGQK9a4pP4ZbaHxc4/s274/download.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="184" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibT0hSx-2GITYCrrVzwff6oCGFhEGWm7MZB0vbL2yKuWyafZEd9TzfpVVNwYQ-2zjVsaPQxPieHNDLai_tKtz-FP8wgI404nzCfQs7Oq3xB2jTc1KcEj7_y3ABvr86LKpG6c0RrM9Woord_j1T3jpEkFfDd3q0tT4XDYbiXYbUGQK9a4pP4ZbaHxc4/w430-h640/download.jpeg" width="430" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>By Her Hand She Draws You Down</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eyes may be the window to the soul but the mouth is its abyss. Art and illustration of the mouth serves as the portal. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The mouth is the hardest part to understand because the mind signals it to speak and we do not know what others are thinking. The mind can signal the mouth to also not let you know what is on the mind. Which is why you cannot fully trust the mouth...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVFkR_p0bSrL-h-UphMBLF4qfbhetigf8xRMaqvZDnyL2W8JuOCPAFohG0rzrCuIfMt_s9aVHY1NDu1o24UUDt8yvuqfGEEyG_qUodxWo5hfKozuUPURcuZ14paVYNbHCwVAbuLrYw0c2uCeY95H5UTjZnCzX07CSDrXLNk0PswuVh-zNBEjsurVi/s558/MV5BYmQzNzYzMjAtNGExMS00YWZkLWE1ZjQtNzBlOTJhZmZmODQ3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDA5NDYxNg@@._V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="504" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVFkR_p0bSrL-h-UphMBLF4qfbhetigf8xRMaqvZDnyL2W8JuOCPAFohG0rzrCuIfMt_s9aVHY1NDu1o24UUDt8yvuqfGEEyG_qUodxWo5hfKozuUPURcuZ14paVYNbHCwVAbuLrYw0c2uCeY95H5UTjZnCzX07CSDrXLNk0PswuVh-zNBEjsurVi/w578-h640/MV5BYmQzNzYzMjAtNGExMS00YWZkLWE1ZjQtNzBlOTJhZmZmODQ3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDA5NDYxNg@@._V1_.jpg" width="578" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Down The Drain</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Your marriage is down the drain. Your teaching career is down the drain. Your whole existence is down the drain...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nobody takes you seriously. You are just a gnat buzzing in people's ears. Your students bully you. Your principle bullies you. Your ex wife bullies you. You are disposable to all those around you. But is there just someone or something left in the world that might actually care??</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1A_IG7ze9jibUg9GE-CaHNukpQFa5MxsIRI6ZKlnRn_blca3M7-V2iH05tpNRRIb7rTxaYFPCO0rohWF8F8GoyuhoVk7sMGlMhVjXxG-kr3elrtKERAktDeDqRqyTifxpkT936KSPsnu74D1dDj8LVfrgsXAN_BPiNrj8YpVw8Ek9GsRkPczTGys/s800/image-w1280.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1A_IG7ze9jibUg9GE-CaHNukpQFa5MxsIRI6ZKlnRn_blca3M7-V2iH05tpNRRIb7rTxaYFPCO0rohWF8F8GoyuhoVk7sMGlMhVjXxG-kr3elrtKERAktDeDqRqyTifxpkT936KSPsnu74D1dDj8LVfrgsXAN_BPiNrj8YpVw8Ek9GsRkPczTGys/w640-h360/image-w1280.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKwz16yVcAG_HdI0ZRcW19o_UwB3T0H1e6g2vAki8MvqjbsNZQpbHJeh5JC1woQM7cR6WoWXOrUqujNPhzW9su8bN3ps5z106vH_fknSJxZZCLZ1E3L6qu1y_IKGCt8BXzbNXNWpm0IOKWPKASdAmwx5r7EGnU_yo1bKIgNffiNsfbnWYxLksoSae/s720/MV5BNzdmNDlmMDMtZDQ3Ny00ODNkLWJlZTktZDk2MWMwMjZjNmRhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDA5NDYxNg@@._V1_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKwz16yVcAG_HdI0ZRcW19o_UwB3T0H1e6g2vAki8MvqjbsNZQpbHJeh5JC1woQM7cR6WoWXOrUqujNPhzW9su8bN3ps5z106vH_fknSJxZZCLZ1E3L6qu1y_IKGCt8BXzbNXNWpm0IOKWPKASdAmwx5r7EGnU_yo1bKIgNffiNsfbnWYxLksoSae/w640-h426/MV5BNzdmNDlmMDMtZDQ3Ny00ODNkLWJlZTktZDk2MWMwMjZjNmRhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDA5NDYxNg@@._V1_.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A Far Cry From Home</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Odd couples or couples living in sin? Crossing a territory that belongs to a bunch of blood thirsty religious fanatics is a very asenine move...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQpjZo3jCPBwzRc-hgW0cG_l0FhOXc5AEMvkyGjonJzdTzfjCLaLvNLVyaeK1h7eJIhSfIEu7OokscNKcr-jG8b4lkKqSCmBUFITRpEatqxAlClXZyCK4ArgsKxRhy3EbuUNMEJSLoE0ZmaBQaOzXGhOMxe4NUJYODohI3RvpsDhg0AxB_zH_UyFU/s620/MV5BMDIyMzdiNGYtZjBjZC00YTEzLTkwZDYtOWEyYzAwOWQ0MzBhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDA5NDYxNg@@._V1__(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="620" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQpjZo3jCPBwzRc-hgW0cG_l0FhOXc5AEMvkyGjonJzdTzfjCLaLvNLVyaeK1h7eJIhSfIEu7OokscNKcr-jG8b4lkKqSCmBUFITRpEatqxAlClXZyCK4ArgsKxRhy3EbuUNMEJSLoE0ZmaBQaOzXGhOMxe4NUJYODohI3RvpsDhg0AxB_zH_UyFU/w640-h418/MV5BMDIyMzdiNGYtZjBjZC00YTEzLTkwZDYtOWEyYzAwOWQ0MzBhXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMDA5NDYxNg@@._V1__(1).jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Critic's Choice</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Art can be perceived and translated into everything and anything. Art is the life we live. Art is the act of expressing emotions. Art is all around us. Other people's Horror stories is art. Our own Horror story is art...</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjgh_pOoEcyuYjvGxWKlyK0zmK7OHdB_i0vu30TjjNNSKw9t8b44Fgwlgmph4cam64Wn69E_1Nj6dH9RU9_5OeRNXZkOyQ-C86DWqqNI2o6j9owfDUbS2jpMDzY1At6Lx8vUpyyI8ox-w7nhdYRZSpyaFCMxNUeKt9IZf9mnYlu91dG9d18bvBjsX/s1280/unnamed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjgh_pOoEcyuYjvGxWKlyK0zmK7OHdB_i0vu30TjjNNSKw9t8b44Fgwlgmph4cam64Wn69E_1Nj6dH9RU9_5OeRNXZkOyQ-C86DWqqNI2o6j9owfDUbS2jpMDzY1At6Lx8vUpyyI8ox-w7nhdYRZSpyaFCMxNUeKt9IZf9mnYlu91dG9d18bvBjsX/w640-h360/unnamed.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvGJ1IsaC5_zV9TEj9NxqnoIp0I9h125B-DFs7XoDWV7EmQU_xhqRsyfY1Im0IirOvIkdQKS2PVF_Ys29HsUC8kbmeEUjEwwuJsCzRzz5jZUXH1hjLRuWLDuQeTMiqqHYu_yab8fBSvUGTQ7ojukvGB4U-0UeZY9DPZ1Crax0LuzdAnFmVSZi3kNZ/s300/debbie-rochon-cc-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="225" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvGJ1IsaC5_zV9TEj9NxqnoIp0I9h125B-DFs7XoDWV7EmQU_xhqRsyfY1Im0IirOvIkdQKS2PVF_Ys29HsUC8kbmeEUjEwwuJsCzRzz5jZUXH1hjLRuWLDuQeTMiqqHYu_yab8fBSvUGTQ7ojukvGB4U-0UeZY9DPZ1Crax0LuzdAnFmVSZi3kNZ/w480-h640/debbie-rochon-cc-1.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" id="ms-outlook-mobile-signature"><div style="color: #212121; font-family: -apple-system, HelveticaNeue; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span face="-apple-system, HelveticaNeue" style="color: #212121;"><br /></span></div></div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-43556666519255714662022-10-29T02:43:00.004-07:002022-10-29T02:43:59.992-07:00Halloween Ends (2022)<p> Every town has a story. Sometimes a dark one. Maybe even an evil one. That evil can manifest itself into anything. An animal. A man. A shape...</p><p>Haddonfield, Illinois. It is a dark abyss that sucks the very life out of its' residents. It has a story that all originated from one single holiday. </p><p>Halloween...</p><p>It all began over 40 years ago, 1978, Halloween night. A 6 year old boy murdered his big sister with a kitchen knife. It began with murder, continued with terror, kept the dark town of Haddonfield traumatized, wondering why? And will it ever end?</p><p>Does evil ever truly end? Or does it grow? Does it transcend? With each kill, each ounce of fear feeds the embodiment of evil, hence its return even over 40 years later. </p><p>However, the embodiment of evil has to contend with the 40 + years of terror and trauma at the same time. Because the survivors of that fatal holiday will not back down. Collectively via trauma bonding, they will work to destroy that evil...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7TfvzTCexbO8USUtzxm0YH1jA5qfH4fVGSPdtInffNfAFVqV_5ZPXdW1fMo1VdHMd9xchKRj4L_oNN8Tgp41p7kZ0R9lNdTIMl2g7A-TUOvpbj4gGXw_vQH67RiSJgvhX72bvXWgOhedQxqpM8z_CobVE4oxh9qoAn_qST6ndLGueSFkfTDTS6we/s4096/InCollage_20221029_052526508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3276" data-original-width="4096" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7TfvzTCexbO8USUtzxm0YH1jA5qfH4fVGSPdtInffNfAFVqV_5ZPXdW1fMo1VdHMd9xchKRj4L_oNN8Tgp41p7kZ0R9lNdTIMl2g7A-TUOvpbj4gGXw_vQH67RiSJgvhX72bvXWgOhedQxqpM8z_CobVE4oxh9qoAn_qST6ndLGueSFkfTDTS6we/w640-h512/InCollage_20221029_052526508.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Have a safe and Happy Halloween...</p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-89166149592208019572022-10-04T04:50:00.000-07:002022-10-04T04:50:05.910-07:00Smile (2022) - The Trauma That Taunts...<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfiL0S_r-q97X-ZtKbYuXE7cdtw_FzrX4_Q7dsEV2PeFDElXOQaiMkv6jKDFJ_d8XViZy2OknRahwllyixWRsi84W3EaaAClH7dncjWvJG5lanldMdVdqy5yrSmUGNrB-NYN3XXkAsTGzR97s9Nq-X-Q-qtRm2iq1uHGDAcFVsJ0tPIaKEKse8WJB/s300/Smile%20Movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfiL0S_r-q97X-ZtKbYuXE7cdtw_FzrX4_Q7dsEV2PeFDElXOQaiMkv6jKDFJ_d8XViZy2OknRahwllyixWRsi84W3EaaAClH7dncjWvJG5lanldMdVdqy5yrSmUGNrB-NYN3XXkAsTGzR97s9Nq-X-Q-qtRm2iq1uHGDAcFVsJ0tPIaKEKse8WJB/w640-h358/Smile%20Movie.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Smile For The Camera And Say....EVIL...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There is a demonic social contagion where an individual commits suicide in front of you then taunts you to do the same exact thing. That taunt is in the form of a diabolical smile. Why does it smile at you? Is there a message it is trying to send? Or maybe, it is a reflection of your own guilt. Your own trauma.. Your own personal Hell that you created for yourself maybe..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6BHKbJhqAe9DzEq-xA7dJbX5oHazdgLVp-6HxB6j-O_N0SUE8Mj8-0BTKAA9cL-FchOBeVkSlYjbsrF9eENNN3aktpzL1nk90J3kgoVO8GNHlN3hvV3nkispo-kekjGuAUDceePr6bIR2AzAma0soJKsKn3COZe-r6n-V5weT0e6KkV6eJbfosyF/s1160/smilefp03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="1160" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6BHKbJhqAe9DzEq-xA7dJbX5oHazdgLVp-6HxB6j-O_N0SUE8Mj8-0BTKAA9cL-FchOBeVkSlYjbsrF9eENNN3aktpzL1nk90J3kgoVO8GNHlN3hvV3nkispo-kekjGuAUDceePr6bIR2AzAma0soJKsKn3COZe-r6n-V5weT0e6KkV6eJbfosyF/w640-h360/smilefp03.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Dr. Rose Cotter works in a very rewarding yet emotionally trying profession as a Mental Health Psychiatrist. However, when her patient, a PHD student, describes how she witnessed her own professor take his own life, and now is seeing something extremely evil trying to get her, it keeps smiling at her, the patient convulses. As Rose calls for immediate help, she turns around and sees her patient standing right in front of her. She is smiling. Then she proceeds to slit her own throat with a shard from a broken vase...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And it continues from there on out. The smiling trend. Rose sees the same exact thing over and over again. Another patient from the unit, Carl, begins to smile at her taunting her by repeating over and over that she is going to die. The trauma pursues Rose, effecting her relationship with her fiance' Trevor, her sister and her family, when at her nephews birthday party, he opens up Rose's gift and to his shock and terror finds Rose's dead cat in the box. Then Rose sees her deceased patient, smiling at her...Rose has a severe breakdown..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When Rose was younger, she had found her own abusive mother's dead body after an overdose. She never quite came to terms with it by seeking the proper psychiatric care. However, she chose to be in the profession where it is very imperative that the Doctor maintain self control at all costs in order to be a benefit to psychiatric patients. If the Doctor loses self control, who will help these patients now? Rose realizes now that she is condemned. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Now it is time for detective work. Rose learns that her patient's professor was smiling at her as he took his own life, so she pays his wife a visit who claims he was acting very strange after he himself witnessed a woman commit suicide. Rose enlists in her ex Joel's help because he was the police officer who responded to her first patient's death. The cases they research all point to a chain reaction where someone experiences evil encounters that only they themselves can witness, before taking their own life. Then they pass the curse onto the only witness who sees them commit suicide. The cursed victims do not survive longer than a week. Rose was on her fourth day. However, there was one survivor who was able to dodge the curse, Robert Talley who is in prison for murdering a stranger. When they visit Talley in prison, he explains to them that the only way to break the chain is to kill someone else, in front of a witness that the curse will transfer onto. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">During Rose's therapy session, Dr. Madeline Northcott begins to taunt her by smiling at her, reminding her that her time is coming. Later on Rose envisions murdering Carl while he is still smiling at her, and her supervisor witnesses it and while releasing a harrowing scream, rips his own face off. After her supervisor finds a knife in her car and calls the police, Rose drives away to her old abandoned family home. She realizes now it is time to face the demon. Her "mother" reminds Rose that she actually found her mother before she overdosed and left her to die. Her "mother" begins to morph into an oversized demonic version of her former self and Rose sets it on fire. The curse ends, or at least Rose thinks..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">When she goes back to Joel's apartment, for comfort, he lets her know he will never leave her. Joel begins to smile. It turns out Rose is still at her old family home, and what she experienced was a hallucination. The demon rips off its face revealing a Russian Nesting Doll of grins and crawls into her mouth taking over her. Joel arrives to the house and sees Rose. She is smiling at him. She pours gasoline over herself and sets herself on fire, right in front of Joel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The curse continues...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-24228965124979094882022-09-21T18:09:00.005-07:002022-09-22T00:34:30.233-07:00Pearl (2022) - The Ultimate Price Of Fame..<p style="text-align: justify;"> <i>Hollywood Is A Place Where They Pay You A Thousand Dollars For A Kiss And Fifty Cents For Your Soul... - Marylin Monroe</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9n1EkN8P9IkLwxC6noEDnjZ5Coxb83UFNCD7C3NYSaWQAmX0u2VAV4vWBO7d_yH17hIXs6MD9z9o_zRLxBWegHm2wM3tJ5XKu1J09hRIWQstJtxCa1H3PNHXVXShpiZDyRj_056CUBWLqGdbI_Voon24f8PUV51WlrDj3OwvmmNaZyeQ_89i0_l4/s1482/Pearl%202022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9n1EkN8P9IkLwxC6noEDnjZ5Coxb83UFNCD7C3NYSaWQAmX0u2VAV4vWBO7d_yH17hIXs6MD9z9o_zRLxBWegHm2wM3tJ5XKu1J09hRIWQstJtxCa1H3PNHXVXShpiZDyRj_056CUBWLqGdbI_Voon24f8PUV51WlrDj3OwvmmNaZyeQ_89i0_l4/w432-h640/Pearl%202022.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>As I Lay Me Down To Sleep</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I Pray The Lord My Sanity To Keep</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>If I Should Kill Before My First Take</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>I Pray The Lord My Stardom To Make...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Oh Yes Lord....Make Me A Star...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">In a sad, secluded and lonely world, where a young beautiful girl resides on a farm, away from the bright lights, away from The Land Of Oz, lies an insatiable wicked fame witch. Take your Toto terrier away from "Kansas", follow the yellow brick road, for it is a very long and winding road to Emerald City. The man made of nothing but straw, lacking a brain, will be your tour guide. Your soul is made of tin, lacking a heart, and deep down, you are nothing but a coward. Ask the Great and Powerful Wizard Of Oz for what you truly desire the most, and that is to be a star. He will grant you your wish, but only on one condition. And that is not to bring him back the witch's broomstick. (Maybe a rake or an axe though).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">But it is to kill ANYBODY standing in your way of what you truly desire the most. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yEFd_nqmpn-7mze6cS-pufGYqvVT-qyhxuHtFdlcKI5XKbF1Wo61_opQJ6mVKvx0skp2ygcimkH4l9WQNUzjVejg78U4JrsSkYx3ccbWXgveuFeIoEV8aVw4GsLXnppeZTERp7LvTc9LIqlBD0rvkljqhWF00NmrwfExuGzPLlVBxT9n3eeooX8e/s1200/pearl-movie-review-2022.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1200" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yEFd_nqmpn-7mze6cS-pufGYqvVT-qyhxuHtFdlcKI5XKbF1Wo61_opQJ6mVKvx0skp2ygcimkH4l9WQNUzjVejg78U4JrsSkYx3ccbWXgveuFeIoEV8aVw4GsLXnppeZTERp7LvTc9LIqlBD0rvkljqhWF00NmrwfExuGzPLlVBxT9n3eeooX8e/w640-h266/pearl-movie-review-2022.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Your Mother, who is old fashioned, deems you as an embodiment of pure sin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Your Father, cannot move nor speak, but his eyes judge you so harshly..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Your love affair Projectionist introduces you to a whole new world on the opposite side of the farm, but tries to run the other way when he sees the great lengths you would go to be a star.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Your sister in law, stole YOUR part in a church audition, which was your ticket out of "Kansas". So much for Sister-In-Laws sticking together right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The Great and Powerful Wizard Of Oz, will now grant you your wish. Put on your ruby red high heels, and get on your broomstick. The "X" factor is ready to drop the house on Hollywood!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt0BiMvlthQ_WVSjawTMG3NJfF-SWuyCZbs7LmbwMi6hvTGlSkKBNep6tN4GsG8-6vE28IUrUElXwE3qtdJwIsiovKsnTaF7fzJ0GZFS8asI3QpzerjkXBZYp4Pph4WHp0-n62b5-wprSBKychcR_tsX0nWNn_tCIITfNT4DqVO_kevn8tsdf0PDJ/s1920/Pearl%20ending.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt0BiMvlthQ_WVSjawTMG3NJfF-SWuyCZbs7LmbwMi6hvTGlSkKBNep6tN4GsG8-6vE28IUrUElXwE3qtdJwIsiovKsnTaF7fzJ0GZFS8asI3QpzerjkXBZYp4Pph4WHp0-n62b5-wprSBKychcR_tsX0nWNn_tCIITfNT4DqVO_kevn8tsdf0PDJ/w640-h360/Pearl%20ending.webp" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Click your heels 3x and say..<div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There's no place like Hollywood..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There's no place like Hollywood..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">There's no place like Hollywood..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><i><br /></i><p></p></div>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-51745425067432476022022-09-04T20:39:00.000-07:002022-09-04T20:39:28.903-07:00The Wilding (2018) - When A Girl Becomes A Woman<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13E_fsFW45wkoWtHqus70QgsrKLKD5RKCHMmMyJPfpy-kQuoFOUQZSJBk5feW0OCebEDAyy0MxKseicm4eH8PEPuo8IqEi3lJAOH6Sj33MyBbVXZIZQKIOARR2RQatWqw0I1MEnEHiqeCq9sLggl5FFSFJ8pVDsy9X7ZbkF7kwNypgXNdIFqi7apy/s275/The%20Wilding%20(2018).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13E_fsFW45wkoWtHqus70QgsrKLKD5RKCHMmMyJPfpy-kQuoFOUQZSJBk5feW0OCebEDAyy0MxKseicm4eH8PEPuo8IqEi3lJAOH6Sj33MyBbVXZIZQKIOARR2RQatWqw0I1MEnEHiqeCq9sLggl5FFSFJ8pVDsy9X7ZbkF7kwNypgXNdIFqi7apy/w640-h426/The%20Wilding%20(2018).jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Oh Baby It's A Wild World...</i>- Mr. Big</p><p style="text-align: justify;">We all have a monster within ourselves. We all have a monster we try to run from. When we hit puberty, our hormones sky rocket to astronomical proportions. As a parent, we do not want our children to grow up and mature. When a girl's Aunt Flo pays her an initial untimely visit, she takes no prisoners, and what she says goes. She robs you of your innocence and youth. Once you are there, you can never go back. It is time to explore a whole new world beyond the forcefield of safety and innocence. It is a wild wild world beyond that forcefield. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sleeping safe and soundly in an attic, away from the wild beast a.k.a. the real world, arrests a child's cognitive and physical development. "Daddy" takes care of you by hindering your maturation by injecting leuprorelin into your body. It is criminal yet "Daddy" is only looking out for his baby girl. "Daddy" does not want you to grow up and become a woman. "Daddy" is protecting you from the wild wild world. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">What does the wild wild world consist of really? From an adolescent girl's perspective, it entails boys, sex, fitting in with the popular girls, partying, etc. There is a monster out there waiting for us. It could be in the woods. It could be a dark alley waiting for its' next victim. Maybe it could be at a party where a horny adolescent kid is looking to satisfy his dick game. Or maybe the monster could be in the comfort of your own home. Maybe the monster is "Daddy" and he himself created <i>The Wilding..</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Daddies do that. An overbearing father who imprisons his own pride and joy from the wild wild world, causes his child to rebel. When a child rebels, their inner <i>Wilding </i>resurfaces. We all have an inner <i>Wilding, </i>and we are very much so capable as parents of creating a <i>Wilding.</i> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Oh baby it's a wild world....</i></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347356234065350580.post-32192161641617962362022-08-15T22:58:00.004-07:002022-08-15T23:37:12.743-07:00"Us" - (2019) - Diabolical Doppelgangers<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnM3HTofb1E6wxjqZATUi5hFc-vzPilbDZJzyM8sKDkSOW9d5Gds_Uo2-jx_YBcUWhx3zgUQoounKiOg6s0R1W7OcynN8vmubU5C64-ukUREtxCc2zFUUfnBpABawWutQwzVcqyU0Vwg1TNCZ7oBp7kb6zBZkJw0ihYGh80Y2q5TmuXVKI9u37Husp/s900/US%20Movie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="568" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnM3HTofb1E6wxjqZATUi5hFc-vzPilbDZJzyM8sKDkSOW9d5Gds_Uo2-jx_YBcUWhx3zgUQoounKiOg6s0R1W7OcynN8vmubU5C64-ukUREtxCc2zFUUfnBpABawWutQwzVcqyU0Vwg1TNCZ7oBp7kb6zBZkJw0ihYGh80Y2q5TmuXVKI9u37Husp/w404-h640/US%20Movie.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">We all have a twin or a counterpart somewhere in this world. I would really love to find mine. But if you find your counterpart or doppelganger, what would they be like? What would you expect them to be like? Would they be exactly like you? Or would they be the exact opposite of you and your soul? If you have a good soul, maybe they have a dark and evil one. After all, not all twins are exactly the same.. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I can state my own hypothesis here; in an alternate reality, there is most definitely somebody who is identical to us, with a mindset not equivalent to our own. There is an invisible line that is connecting us, in hopes to find each other and find out what the purpose of meeting is. What can we learn? What can they learn? Can our own doppelganger reveal to us what we are unaware of about ourselves, or what we are suppressing? If there is a dark truth we have to solve in this puzzle, then the method of attempting to do so is very abstract. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">If our clones reside underneath us in tunnels or below ground, consuming rabbits for survival, while we indulge in the perpetual luxuries from the above ground, then what does that say about who we are? I suppose we never gave it much thought. And why should we? Do we ever stop to think that there are people who are living below us trying to reach above and take over what we have and what we are? They are their own caste; <i>The Tethered. </i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Teaching Of The Tethered:</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Who is our own worst enemy? <i>US!</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The diabolical doppelgangers, who are shadows, represent the darkness with ourselves. The darkness within <i>US...</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>the nightmare nookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06415898252669666481noreply@blogger.com0