Written by our spooky members…
interior shot of a small dark dank basement. The walls and floor are a full grey concrete. Cracked nearly in every spot. There’s a stagnant puddle of water in the center of the floor, surrounding a clogged drain. The teens enter from the staircase that leads to the exterior cellar door
Shaun: See  guys it’s just an old house.
Cody: If it’s just an old house why where you so eager to come here?...
Shaun: Come on, didn’t you guys always want to come in here? See the house from all those stories in person.
Tiffany: I know I have.
The teens wonder about the dank cellar, hands...
10:50 PM, 07/31/20 by PostMortemCreamPi | 0 comments | Write Comment

Opening shot of four teens standing in front of a decrepit old farm house. Leaning up against the back of small pickup truck. An ominous tree looming in the foreground.
Jeremy: I’m not going in there.
Shaun: Come on man it’s just an old house.
Jeremy: It’s the old Johnson’s house, you’ve heard the stories right?
Tiffany: Yeah old man Johnson hung himself right on that tree over there.
she gestures to the tree in the foreground.
Tiffany: And before that his father shot and killed his mother then himself.
Shaun: Yeah but it’s just a house...
Cody: A hou...
11:51 PM, 07/26/20 by PostMortemCreamPi | 0 comments | Write Comment

    If you ever watched Nickelodeon in the early 2000’s, then you might remember a sketch comedy show called “The Amanda Show”.  It aired in 1999 and lasted until 2002, and had a reoccurring joke about dancing lobsters. Now the show was produced by a man named Dan Schneider, who I don’t need to tell you was a creep. You can simply look him up and venture down that rabbit hole yourself.
   These dancing lobsters would from sketch to sketch appear nearly at random and where seen at the time as just that; a random gag that popped in and out of episodes. However looking deeper into the show and it’s production I...
01:41 AM, 07/22/20 by PostMortemCreamPi | 0 comments | Write Comment

   
   I awaited patiently for my new world, stationary in the back seat until the day was made whole. The trees spoke my name. The forest learned me. My deepest love, leavng me to feel like so much human refuse.

   My first elective act was to crack open a beer. I rolled a cigarette on the porch, demanding a can of liquid happy. I sippped on suds and helped ready my friends for the coming days. Bonfires were lit, stories were told. It all was bleeding into tomorrow.

   Beer for breakfast is like mints after dinner with your friends. The next day broke to nothing but joy. We hopped between...
02:50 AM, 06/ 5/20 by Wolfman Lou | 0 comments | Write Comment

Broadcast
Posted by Wolfman Lou.
   I muted the monitor on my swing arm. My final night on the air. My last three tracks played. I stepping into the production booth, keying a cabinet, and produced a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the file cabinet for my departure. Simon produced two shotglasses from the top of the cabinet, and we shared a laugh.

   I never got to know my deck as well as I should have. Simon was talented, we had report on the air, but we didn't know each other. He was but a character to me, and it was tragic. We sat down and took shots, counting the minutes. We had an amount to go. Wish You Were Here, Love Lies Bleeding, ...
12:03 AM, 06/ 4/20 by Wolfman Lou | 0 comments | Write Comment
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"Green Door"
Posted by Logan96.
When I was younger, I partied a lot. My college classes were not a priority; I didn’t even wanna be in school. I just went so my parents wouldn’t think I was a disappointment. My life was a flurry of alcohol, drugs, and the occasional one-night stand. One night I lost a part of myself I can never get back.

My friends Lewis, Gage, and I were driving around. Sitting in the back of Lewis’ mini van, I tried my best to ignore the horrible music blaring from the speakers. Gage passed me a joint from the front seat and cracked open a beer.

“Pass me one of those,” Lewis said.

“Not while...
12:53 PM, 06/19/20 by Logan96 | 0 comments | Write Comment

RugRascals

      So, if you're like me and grew up in the Nineties and cable, I don't need to ask you if you remember the Rugrats. The third show on Nickelodeon alongside Doug and Ren and Stimpy, it was their cash cow until a certain yellow sponge would go on to usurp the title years later. We all know about the Rugrats, and it's less successful spin-off, All Grown Up, and it's even less successful spin off Preschool Daze, but little does anyone know there was a spin-off of sorts made much earlier, courtesy of Gabor Csupo.
 I'm, of course, talking about Rugrascals. The premise of RugRascals was basica...
03:01 PM, 05/30/20 by Panic_Comics | 0 comments | Write Comment

I’m sitting in my bathroom, staring at the tip of the knife I plan to stab myself with. Don’t get confused, this is not a suicide attempt. No, this is something much crazier.

I need to remove my left eye.

I don’t really know what happened to make me reach this point or why exactly I have come to this conclusion, all I know is that everything will be fixed once I get rid of my left eye. I’m pretty confident that I’ll survive and that it shouldn’t have too much of an impact on the things I enjoy, so it’s not that much of a loss anyways.

The knife is an assisted-opening pocket knife ...

There is something relaxing about driving for three hours on a perfectly straight and empty road, listening to the same 50 second song on repeat, in the middle of a starless night. At least I’m pretty sure it was a straight and empty road; my only illumination was the dome light. Regardless, I poured myself another cup of coffee from the travel box, careful not to smudge the phone number scrawled on the side of the cup, not once breaking from singing along to that beautiful and eternal musical loop. I pointedly ignored the vacant stares of the faces pressed against my window.

The music stopped when t...

After a long day of dealing with stupid and irritable costumers at work, Ron wanted nothing more than to relax, have a few beers, and watch Monday night football. Three hours later Ron had a six pack in him, half a pizza, and had happily watched the Jets get their asses kicked up and down the field.
After the game the news came on and there was a report of an escaped prisoner who had a history of breaking and entering, battery and sexual assault. The news reporter implored everyone to keep their doors locked, but Ron was too drunk to fully comprehend the seriousness of the situation.

 He turned...
02:52 PM, 03/22/20 by Logan96 | 0 comments | Write Comment