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Film & Television / Re: Favourite Non-Horror Movies.
« on: 02:57:35 PM 11/18/18 »
I've seen Aliens. I know it's Sci-fi but I'd kind of class that as horror also. I liked it but I liked the original better.
I do like The Matrix.
I've seen Unbreakable, didn't think much of it. I wouldn't say I hated it or anything, I just found it a bit of a snoozefest.
I haven't seen any of the others on your list though.

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It is an antique. It's also only of the only two tier carousels in Britain.  I think it is actually the only one left, though there maybe one more somewhere. It's fun to ride on the top tier in the summer. There's great views.

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Holy crap, the tree. I'd forgotten all about that. That tree was scary. Same with the trees in The Evil Dead. I do kind of have a fear of trees and plants gaining awareness and the power to grab and kill.
Of course rationally I know they can't, but that doesn't help.
My neighbours ivy was kind of spreading onto my back wall. I had to get my partner to cut it all down. I couldn't even help him.  I feel about ivy the same way some people feel about spiders.

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Your Stories / Train Girl
« on: 06:36:30 PM 11/11/18 »
This was originally posted on the critique board when the site first opened in... Holy Shit 2015 (can't believe it's been three years)
Anyway I decided to post it on the main board because I want to keep all my stories in the same place.

 
Train Girl



She liked watching trains. It was all she liked to do now. She liked to feel the wind on her face as they rushed by. She liked seeing all the people’s faces flash quickly past her.

She liked watching trains.

She had been pretty much on her own for as long as she could remember, and then, out of nowhere she saw him. He was a bit bigger than her and looked a little older, about seven or eight maybe. He was sat right there on the tracks playing with stones or something. She couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing. She thought he was stupid.

“Hi” she said. He didn’t respond, he was either ignoring her or he didn’t notice or hear her.

“HI” she repeated, a lot louder this time. The boy glanced up and stared right at her.

“What?” he said.

“You shouldn’t play on the tracks, it’s not safe.” She told him. He looked annoyed that such a tiny little girl was telling him this, but he did get up and move away from the tracks. He walked towards her and climbed a little up the embankment to where she was sat.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Casper” He replied.

“Like the ghost?” she let out a little giggle. “I’m Julie. Want to see a magic trick, Casper?”

Casper looked at her but didn’t say anything. Something about her scared him a little but he didn’t want to admit it. She was a tiny girl, she looked about five years old, the same age as his little sister, except Emily wasn’t weird like this girl. He wanted to run off right there and then but he didn’t. He reasoned that as his back garden was right next to the embankment he was only a few feet from the safety of his home and he could definitely outrun the kid if he had to. He didn’t want to see Julie do a magic trick either. Not one bit.

“Well do you?” Julie asked again, sounding slightly impatient.

“You can’t even do magic, liar” he responded.

“Oh yeah, well just watch this.” She stood up and skipped quickly down the embankment and stood there right on the tracks. She knew exactly when the train was due. She’d done this many times before. She could see the tiny dot in the distance rapidly getting closer and closer. Casper sat and stared. As the train got really close she yelled out to him with a huge excited smile,

“WATCH THIS CASPER!”

She stretched her arms out as wide as she could and concentrated for a second. Casper watched in awe as her tiny feet rose off the ground. She floated up into the air and stopped around six feet above the tracks. Her eyes were level with where Casper was sitting, halfway up the little grassy hill. She knew exactly where her feet should be. The train was closer still. Just as it was about to hit her she turned to look at the driver. He didn’t even seem to see her.

Casper stared wide eyed as the train passed right through the floating little girl. Julie stayed still. Her little feet were completely level with the train’s floor. It was just like she was stood there with all the other people. She giggled as she felt the whoosh of them all whizzing quickly past her. She let her little hands pass right through them all and it tickled her but they didn’t seem to notice anything at all. And then the train was gone, but there would be another one in a few minutes.

She floated in the air for a few more seconds and then sank slowly back to the ground. She turned to Casper and scampered up the embankment and sat next to him.

“See?” she said. “Magic.”

“Wow.” was all Casper could manage.

“I could show you how to do it, It’s easy.” Julie offered.

“How do you do it then?” Casper asked, because he had to admit that although Julie seemed like a weird little girl she had just shown him the coolest trick ever.

“I’ll show you” she said. “Just take my hand.”

He took her hand as she led him down the little hill and onto the tracks.

“We just need to wait for the next train and I’ll show you how it works.”

He was stood with her, holding her hand on the tracks. He noticed the train in the distance, no.. not the distance, it was getting closer.

“Show me how to float up.” he said.

“You can’t float the first time,” Julie said. “but you can after that.”

Casper was aware of screaming brakes. The train looked enormous as it got close.

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Film & Television / Re: Favourite Non-Horror Movies.
« on: 05:35:49 PM 11/07/18 »
The only one I've seen  out of those is the Matrix.

Also I've never seen any Harry Potter movies either.

Inception is one of those that's been on my 'I'd like to see that movie sometime' list for ages.

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Bad Stories / The thing in our cellar
« on: 05:28:56 PM 11/07/18 »
Not sure this is appropriate for here as it's a poem and not a story. It's most definitely crappy though. One of the first things I ever wrote in my early teens. It was an entry for the school magazine. I remember getting into a lot of trouble for handing it in and no they didn't publish it. Wankers.

~The thing in our cellar~

Down in our cellar there's a horrible thing.
Every morning at six it starts to sing.
It's voice is awful-we block up our ears,
it's been in our cellar for years and years.
The thing in our cellar will rip off your head,
and chomp on your skull until you are dead.
The thing in our cellars got animal like jaws,
and huge pointed teeth and razor sharp claws.
The thing in our cellar will rip you to pieces.
The thing in our cellar has lots of diseases.
Its heads all rotten and covered in mould
that's eaten its ears-so its deaf, but I'm told...
it doesn't need ears, it can track you by smell.
I think its crawled out from the bowels of hell.
The thing in our cellar stinks like a bin of dead cats.
Can you hear the scared cellar rats?
But, wait! What is that splintering noise?
That heavy breathing?, growling voice?
The dank smell of death seeps up our stairs.
We're locked in the bathroom saying our prayers.
A screechy scratching sound on our bathroom door,
as the wood caves in we see a rotted yellow claw.
Maybe it's hungry, We should have fed it, I think.
Into our flesh its teeth will sink.
And now, though in body and flesh we are gone,
In Spirit with our cellar friend we exist as one

end.......

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Film & Television / La cabina
« on: 07:12:01 PM 10/23/18 »
I remember this was shown on English TV when I was young.

For those that haven't watched it i'm giving no spoilers, except to say it's a little Spanish film with around 35 mins of runtime.
There isn't much dialogue so subtitles aren't really needed.

It gave me nightmares for weeks.

If you haven't seen it, go watch it. NOW... :)


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Film & Television / Re: The Banana Splits.
« on: 05:43:15 PM 10/17/18 »
The glasses and nose...
Why has it taken me all these years to notice that?

I always thought Snorky was evil and just pretending to be a Banana Split.


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Film & Television / Favourite Non-Horror Movies.
« on: 05:22:45 PM 10/17/18 »
So what are your favourite non-horror movies?

Some of mine (not necessarily in order) are:

Times Square. I said the list wasn't really in order, but this is probably my all time favourite movie.  If you haven't seen it, then you have missed out.

Tank Girl

Groundhog Day.

The Empire Strikes Back.

Never Been Kissed.

Overboard (the original, I haven't seen the remake)

The Fifth Element

The Quiet Earth. This is another one that is close to the top of my list.

Terminator 2 Judgement Day

Back to the Future

Back to the Future 2

The Matrix
(the second one was okay, the third one sucked giant hairy monkey balls and ruined the whole trilogy)

Silent Running
(I still can't watch it without crying)


And I'll update then list if I remember more.



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Film & Television / The Banana Splits.
« on: 05:03:53 PM 10/17/18 »
Who else was terrified of Snorky?

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Your Stories / The kids are alright.
« on: 03:34:39 PM 08/29/18 »
The kids are alright.

He walked through the dark graveyard quickly. It was cold and spooky if you were scared of that kind of thing but it was a shortcut that saved him ten minutes of walking time so through the graveyard he went.  He stopped by a big tree to take a pee.

Johnathon suddenly heard a little voice.

"Watcha doin'?"  He turned his head round to see a little boy of around four or five years old.
"So what ARE you doing?"  the boy asked again. He was tiny and frail looking, white blonde hair and big blue eyes that almost looked too big for his head.
"Who are you? " asked Johnathon "You shouldn't be out here alone at night, where are your parents?"
"I'm Jacob" the kid replied "and I like being out here."
"But where are your parents?" Johnathon asked again. "I could take you home."
"My parents are dead and I live here. All the kids live here" Jacob replied.
"All the kids?"
"yup, ALL the kids, we're okay except we're hungry."
"I could get you some food." Johnathon said not really sure what was going on. Maybe the kid had ran away from home with a few friends or something. Maybe he could persuade them to go home, or maybe he could see where they were and phone the authorities, the police or social services or something. He definitely didn't want to leave the boy on his own. He looked so little and frail.
Jacob suddenly ran up to Johnathon's side and took his hand. He looked up at him and smiled with those big, big blue eyes.
"I'll take you to the others and you can get us some food." he said somewhat cheerfully.

Jacob led Johnathon through the graveyard and into a crypt. The door was heavy and closed but the tiny boy pushed it with one hand and opened it without any effort. His other little hand was gripping Johnathon's tightly as he led him down into the darkness.

"It's just through here." he said.

They went through one more doorway and Johnathon found himself in a big room. The room had no windows but it was lit by big, old candles. There was a  huge, heavy table, and sat round the table were six other kids ranging in ages from around four to fourteen.

"JACOB!" the oldest girl snapped loudly. "You know you weren't supposed to go out alone."

"Don't be mad, I bought dinner" Jacob replied.

"Sure, I'll get you kids whatever you want"  Johnathon said "but you really should be going home"

"We ARE home" the girl replied. "Now come closer"

Johnathon realised he was walking towards the girl at the head of the table. He tried to stop but his legs just kept on walking.

"Do you have him Hetty?" a little boy of about ten with golden hair and freckles asked.

"I have him" replied Hetty.  Johnathon tried to speak and found he couldn't. He was stood close to the girl now. 

"Lie down" she said. Johnathon realised his body was moving. He was climbing onto the table and lying down. He tried to get up but couldn't move. He tried to scream but no sound came out.

"Peter get the knife,  and everyone else bring your plates" Hetty said.  Her brow was sweaty and furrowed in concentration. Johnathon tried to move again but couldn't. Not even one inch.

The freckled faced boy ran and fetched a big knife.

Hetty cut off the sleeve of Johnathon's shirt to reveal a bare arm. She hacked off a big slice of flesh like she was carving a Christmas turkey. She placed the flesh on the nearest waiting plate and then continued to cut enough slices for all the kids.

"I want an eyeball" shouted the tiniest child, a little girl who looked even smaller than Jacob. "I didn't get one last time" she whined.

"Fine" said Hetty and she plunged a fork into one of Johnathon's eyes and pulled his eyeball out with a sucky gloop.

She held out the fork to the little girl. Maisie grabbed the fork and gobbled up the eyeball joyfully.  Jacob insisted on having the other one as he was the one that had brought the food in the first place.

Johnathon felt every agonising cut, every stab, every slice. He could hear the slurping, the munching, the sucking and the crunching but he could not move. Not even one inch. He tried to scream but he couldn't make a single sound.

When the kids had finished eating Hetty asked if anyone was thirsty and all the kids insisted they were so she told them all to fetch their big glasses.

Hetty then ran the big knife across Johnathon's throat  and one by one the kids filled up their glasses.

Finally, mercifully Johnathon's world went away forever.

Hetty held up her big glass.

"Cheers" she said and all the kids clanked their glasses together and drank.

"Everyone alright?" she asked.

The End


Note: this story was kinda sorta inspired by a story I read many years ago about a dude who was eaten by monsters.  I sadly can't remember the name of the story that inspired me, or the author, only that it was in a compilation book and it was written in the 50s or 60s.  Also some inspiration was taken from the movie Monster Club.


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Film & Television / The Terminator
« on: 04:59:21 PM 08/27/18 »
So if Skynet didn't send the Terminator back to kill Sarah Connor the resistance wouldn't have needed to send Kyle Reese back to protect her. No Kyle Reese=No John Connor.

but Skynet knew that and they still sent the Terminator. Why? because they knew how it would all play out and they needed the Terminators severed arm to get the technology to make the Terminators. They didn't actually send the first Terminator back to kill Sarah Connor, they sent it back to be killed by Sarah Connor.


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Film & Television / Another Back to the Future thought.
« on: 05:21:11 PM 08/24/18 »
If Marty went back in time and stopped his parents meeting and DIDN'T fix things, then  he wouldn't exist, right?

So if Marty doesn't exist then how can he go back in time and stop his parents meeting in the first place?

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Your Stories / Tales from the Derpside: Comics
« on: 07:26:21 PM 05/01/18 »
Comics.

As a kid I lived on a quiet little cul-de-sac. There were only about 18-20 houses in total. And of those 18-20 houses only 4 of them had kids. There was my house that had me and my sister. I was four, my sister was six, the Hall twins, Jake and Jillian who were seven, and John Grey who was also seven. Then there were Laura and Tony, two babies that lived with their grandma, a huge old lady who we only knew as Mrs Morgan.

Mrs Morgan was so big she could barely move. She had a sofa in her front garden which she sat on almost all day, every day. Laura and Tony would crawl around the front garden digging in the soil with their little hands and eat any bugs they dug up.

We pretty much ignored them. Babies.

As the 'bigger kids' we hung out together. John was the eldest. He was a skinny, pale kid with hair so blonde it looked almost white. He wore little shorts and tee-shirts most of the time and was pretty much covered head to toe in eczema. The Hall twins were about as different as you could imagine two people could be. Jake, the younger twin was small and skinny. He had dead straight black hair and the darkest eyes and palest skin you had ever seen. He looked kind of sinister but was the funniest, dopiest nerd ever. Jillian was a couple of inches taller than her brother, had millions of freckles and the longest, frizziest, brightest red hair ever. She was quiet and a lot more serious than her twin. She also had bright green eyes. My eyes were green too, but mine were a kind of blue green, and hers were full on bright green, like a cat.

I was the smallest kid in our little group by some way. I was the youngest and also tiny for my age. I was super skinny, with pale brown straight hair and (according to my own mother) the ugliest child she'd ever seen. My sister was beautiful. Big brown eyes, darker skin and long, thick, naturally curly hair. My mother never tired  of telling me how disappointed she was to give birth to me after having my sister.

Anyway as a little group of kids we hung around and played together. We mostly played on our street but sometimes we would venture round the corner, a little way down the street and to the old graveyard that was behind the local church. I've no idea why we played there, but we did, and we liked the place. I've no idea why we liked it either. Kids are strange.

We'd walk around the graveyard and sometimes read the gravestones. We'd play tag, hide and seek and sometimes just sit around talking.

One day two bigger kids joined our little group, Duncan and David. They lived on the next street and were almost eleven. Big boys. They immediately said that I shouldn't be in the 'gang' We were apparently a gang now. I protested that I was part of the gang but they just laughed and ran off and left me. My sister and friends followed Duncan and David and I tried to run too but I was too small and slow and I just ended up sat on the grass blubbering in a sappy snotty little heap until I went home on my own. Much later my sister came home all excited that the bigger boys had taken them all to a park several streets away that we weren't really allowed to go to. I whined that I would tell on her if she ran off and left me again and she promised she wouldn't.

However the next day and the day after that a pattern emerged. We'd go to the graveyard to play, Duncan and David would show up, ask the other kids to go and play with them and they would run off leaving me on my own. My sister pretty much knew I wouldn't tell even if I said I would.

After this had gone for a while I stopped going to the graveyard. I just stayed at home reading. I was miserable but at least I didn't have the older kids and my sister and supposed friends running away from me all the time. And as I was sat in my front garden one August afternoon, my sister and John came running up to my gate panting.

"Duncan and David want you" they'd said. I wondered what they wanted me for but I went along anyway because I still just wanted to be a part of things.

"We've found some comics" they said "and if you get them for us you can be in our gang"

I asked why they needed me to get them and without talking they walked me over to a huge gravestone, flat on the floor and pointed towards it. The twins were already there, staring. I walked over too and looked. The gravestone was super old. It was right at the back of the little cemetery close to the wall, overshadowed by trees. All the oldest graves were in that part. We didn't really go to that part because it was so unkempt and dank. The ground was always damp as no sunlight ever got through the trees and it always seemed a little misty.

I saw what the others were looking at. The ground around the giant slab of concrete had shifted. Maybe subsidence, maybe the tree roots had caused it. I had no idea, I was just a little kid. But there was a gap in the soil, a kind of mini chasm between the gravestone and the surrounding earth. The gap looked to be about six to eight inches across, a little shorter along the side and maybe about five feet deep or so. I couldn't tell. But what was clear to see were the comics. There looked to be a ton of old comics down there, Beano's and Dandy's. The kind of comics young boys like to read. None of us had any clue how they got there.

"If you get them for us, you can be in the gang and we'll never run off and leave you again." Duncan told me. They all promised, one by one, and I, so desperate to be a part of things agreed to help.

I was confused though, why they wanted me to reach them when I was so much smaller but I tried anyway. I laid belly down on the damp, cold grass and reached down as far as I could. I was nowhere near.

"Not like that, idiot." John had said. "Duncan and David want you to go all the way down. We're all too big to fit."

Then they explained what they meant. Duncan and David wanted to each take hold of one of my ankles and lower me head first into the dark, deep terrifying grave chasm. I'd reach down and grab the comics, they'd pull me up and I'd have friends for the whole summer.

I didn't want to do it, not one bit but I agreed I would. The boys grabbed my ankles, turned me upside down and lowered me into the gap. I wanted to stay calm but I was so immediately terrified that I screamed, I panicked and thrashed my arms and hands around looking for something to grab. There was nothing to grab, just soil and worms. The gap I was head first in seemed like it was collapsing and I felt soil falling in on me and I completely lost it. Everything was pitch black. I couldn't see and it felt like my mouth was full of soil. I tried to scream but couldn't. More soil started to fall and then (probably because I was thrashing about so much) I felt Duncan and David let go of my ankles and I fell all the way down. It was probably a couple of feet at the most but it felt like I was falling forever. I was kicking, grabbing, clutching anything I could but all I could feel was more soil falling. I was being buried alive. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was dying.

Right at that moment I felt two massive hands grabbing each of my ankles and pulling me. I was pulled so hard and so fast I shot right out of the hole and into the air. I couldn't see very well because so much soil was in my eyes but I could just about make out it was a man that had a hold of me. He put me down on the grass and then stood me up. He brushed the soil out of my hair with one of his big hands and asked if I was alright.

I didn't feel alright, not one bit, but I managed to mumble "Yes, thanks"

"Bloody stupid kid" he said. "Now go home and don't let me catch you here again." He needn't have worried. I definitely wasn't planning on going there again. Ever.

I ran home, scared, tired, crying and filthy dirty.

"Where have you been? Just look at your dress" my mother yelled at me as I went through the door. "Your sister has been home ten minutes and she said you ran away from her." Turns out that when the boys had let me go, all the soil had fallen on top of me and the old man (who was the graveyard caretaker) had yelled at the rest of the kids and they'd all ran off, scared, my sister included. She'd gone home too scared to tell our mother what had happened so she'd said that I'd ran away.

"What's that in your hand?" my mother asked. I realised I was holding a comic. Just one. A dirty, damp copy of the Beano.

"Nothing." I replied. "Just rubbish"

And I threw the comic onto the fire.



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Troll Stories / Once Upon a Time.
« on: 07:21:39 AM 04/26/18 »
Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time there was a haunted video game cartridge. A kid bought it from a garage sale and took it home and popped it into his old Dreamcast. The screen went all fuzzy and the Dreamcast made a weird noise.

Timmy (that was the kids name) suddenly realised that his Dreamcast took discs and this was a cart. He took it out of the Dreamcast and put it into his SNES and turned it on. The screen was black for about five and three quarter seconds then it flickered.

He heard a voice. "Youuuuuu will die in three days" said the voice in a high, ghostly, wailing style.

Timmy didn't believe it. He pulled out the cartridge and chucked it into an old box containing all his old Fifa and Madden games and went back to playing Fortnite on his XBox One.

Three days later Timmy dropped dead. Just like that.

His mum wasn't that sad. She aired out his room because it stank of grubby unwashed boy. She brought down the stack of plates and cups and dirty socks and washed them. She burned all his porn and sold all his games and consoles on Ebay. All except for the box full of old Fifa and Madden games. No-one wanted them so she just took the box and left it outside her house.

A kid walked past and noticed the box. "Are these games free?" he shouted when he noticed Timmy's mother was watching him.

"Yeah, help yourself, my kid died yesterday and doesn't need them anymore." she answered.

"Cool" said the kid and he proceeded to rummage through the box.

He tossed aside Fifa after Fifa and Madden after Madden muttering crap, crap, crap, crap, SUCKS, when he noticed the old SNES cartridge among the discs. "Coooool" he said and picked it out of the box and took it home,.

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