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Film & Television / Re: The Banana Splits.
« Last post by Lyca on Yesterday at 05:43:15 PM »
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.
« Last post by Lyca on Yesterday at 05:22:45 PM »
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 / Re: The Banana Splits.
« Last post by Slimebeast on Yesterday at 05:06:47 PM »
What's to be scared about? It's a wang-faced hair monster trying to hide its identity.
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Film & Television / The Banana Splits.
« Last post by Lyca on Yesterday at 05:03:53 PM »
Who else was terrified of Snorky?
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Story Critique / "Skin" Part 9 (Final)
« Last post by Logan96 on 01:43:02 PM 10/14/18 »
The next morning I was awoken by the sound of a hairdryer coming from the bathroom. The noise was giving me a headache, so I went to see if whoever was using it was almost done. I peered through the crack of the door and saw Mom.
 
“Are you almost done? The noise is hurting my head.” I said.

“I’m done now.” She replied as she turned it off.

“I’m going over to Grandma’s to check on her, soon.” She said.

My stomach ached with worry.

“Can I go too?” I asked.

“Sure, you should put on some fresh clothes. Did you take a shower?” She asked.

I let the silence linger in the air; she rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Just go get changed.” She said.

I got changed, and Mom finished getting ready.
We went downstairs.

Dad was stuffing his face with candy while Stacey watched cartoons. Stacey Got up walked over to Dad, and she put her hand out.

“Me too.” She whined.

Dad dumped some candy in Stacey's hand.

“Make sure she gets real food Bill.” Mom said.

“All right.” He said through a mouthful of chocolate.

As we approached the vehicle, I got that sick feeling in my gut again. I started thinking about what Grandma was talking about the last time I saw her. We pulled into her driveway as we walked up, the walkway, we heard Grandma scream from inside the house.
We rushed into the house and found her on the living room floor. There was a small pool of blood forming underneath her body. A bloody knife was laying next to her.

“What happened?” Mom asked.

A patch of skin was missing on her hand; labored breaths escaped her mouth, eyes wild as if she had seen something unspeakable.
“A man was asking for my skin.” She said.

“What?” Mom asked her eyebrows scrunched in concern.

“Skin… I gave him my skin.”

“Jesus Christ.” Mom said as she rushed over to the phone.

“Hello, 911. My elderly mother fell, and she can’t get up, she cut herself and is bleeding badly!” She slumped in her seat; tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I can’t lose another one I can’t.” Mom cried.

I felt like something was watching us.

I felt like I was stuck I couldn’t move couldn’t even breathe it was like there was a cobra wrapped around my neck. My heart began pounding rapidly, one of the people I love the most was the victim of something awful. Something so evil and hateful it transcends human understanding. A feeling of fear and despair swept through me like a roaring tidal wave, the ultimate belief that there is something so malevolent that can’t be reasoned with,  or killed.
As Grandma laid on the floor, I wondered what would happen to her.

Moreover, I wondered what would happen to me...
 


 



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Story Critique / "Skin" Part 8
« Last post by Logan96 on 01:21:26 PM 10/14/18 »
We pulled into the drive and quickly and entered the house.

“Mom” My mother called out.

“I’m in the living room.” She replied.

We entered the living room Grandma was sitting on the couch with her arms wrapped around her, rocking back and forth, eyes wild and darting side to side.

“There... was... a little girl on a tricycle” She said.

Mom scrunched her eyebrows in disbelief. Mom searched the house then returned to the living room.
“There’s no one here.” She said.

Grandma didn’t respond.

“Did you eat?” Mom asked.

Grandma shook her head no. Mom went to the kitchen and made her a ham sandwich. Grandma ate in silence while we observed her worriedly.

After she finished eating, the wild, crazed look faded from her eyes, she stopped rocking, and looked up at us, she pursed her lips and scrunched her eyebrows.

“When did you guys get here?” She asked.

“We’ve been here the whole time.” I said.

“Do we need to take you to the hospital?” Mom asked.

Grandma let out a deep sigh.

“No, I’m just a bit confused today, I know where I am, and I know who you are. Today is just a bad day.” She said.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mom asked.

“Yes, I’m tired I think I’m going to lay down.”

Grandma got up and went into her bedroom.

“I'm gonna have to check up on her once a day. I’m worried about her.” Mom said.

“Ok.” I replied.

We left and quickly drove home. When we got through the door, Stacey rushed toward Mom and wrapped her tiny arms around her.

“I’m hungy Mommy.” Stacey said.

“Your father should have fed you.” Mom said as she stormed into the living room.
Dad was sleeping on the couch.

“Bill you were supposed to feed Stacey.” Mom said.

Dad continued to sleep.

“Bill Wilcox!” She shouted.

Dads eyes slowly opened.

“Huh, what?” He lazily replied.

“You should have fed your daughter while we were gone.” Mom said.

“I've just been tired from working.”

“I don’t wanna hear any excuses; you keep putting everything else before your family.”

“Ok.” Dad said as he began to get up.

He walked to the kitchen and put something in the microwave. Stacey sat at the kitchen table, and Dad placed a bowl of microwaveable mac and cheese in front of her.

“I’m gonna have to check on mom at least once a day Bill.”
“Why?” He asked.

“Because she’s acting delusional, she was talking about a little girl on a trike.” She said.

“It must be the age.” Dad replied.

“I’m going to go over in the morning.” She said.

“I’m going have to go in early tomorrow, probably around six.” He said.

“Bill you need to be here for Stacey.”

“I was wooking forward to spwending time with you Daddy.” Stacey said.

She had a smile spread across her face and was looking at him lovingly.

Mom scowled at Dad.

“I’ll tell Buck I’m gonna be a bit late.”

“Good.” Mom said.
 
I sat there quietly as I thought about what else is in the house with Grandma.








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Story Critique / Frogs
« Last post by Icydice on 01:00:43 PM 10/13/18 »
Look, I'm not gonna start a blog post dedicated to weird and awful experiences that have happened to me, nor will I write a book about paranormal activities I've witnessed. In truth, my life has been pretty mundane up until this point. I mean, I won't lie to you guys. Sure, I'm superstitious and religious, but that belief is based purely on faith, not evidence.

Well, a little context probably wouldn't hurt would it? I live at the end of a rather small neighborhood. The woods and a house awaiting purchase are all that exist behind my home, and ahead of it is a rather lifeless street of maybe a half dozen houses. I swear to you the homeowners of said places are almost never there, but I suppose that's what a nine-to-five job does to an adult. Truthfully, I find the barren landscape calming and soothing for the most part. There's a strange feeling of comfort that comes with limited isolation, and that's as best as I can describe it really.

There was, however, one night in particular that shook things up a bit, for lack of better words. Now, for a night so important to me and the events of this story, I find it odd I can't seem to remember the exact date. For some reason, I found myself up until almost midnight. My parents were tired and, of course, told me not to stay up too late. Furthermore, I remember them asking me to take the dogs out before I went to bed. I was much obliged to do so in return for staying up late, so I promised I would. After some watching a bit of Netflix, my eyes wandered down to the clock within the tv box. It had been almost an hour since my parents had gone to bed. I rubbed my eyes and felt a bit tired myself, so I grabbed my dogs' leashes and took them outside to walk.

I walked down the long gravel driveway and stepped into the street. I let my flashlight illuminate the road in front of me and continued down the path, allowing the dogs to finish their business. Once they were finished, I turned to go back to the house. But I stopped dead in my tracks once my light hit a certain area of the road. Just a few feet in front of me sat a lump on the ground I hadn't seen before. I had to restrain my dogs with quite a bit of strength, as they seemed to notice it as well and attempted to reach it. I decided that I would bring them into the house and go back out so I could see what the lump had been. As I approached it a second time, I bent down at the knees and let the light hit it. That was when a knot turned in my stomach.

It was a frog. A baby frog at that, laying belly up. Several thoughts ran through my head. One, the frog was still there. What I mean is, upon viewing it, I suspected a predator had killed it. However, the frog was still on the road, dead. Not a single part of it was eaten, however, the stomach was slit down the middle and the intestines sat beside the amphibian. The animal's eyes seemed to have been removed as well. Maybe this wouldn't have seemed so odd if it weren't for the size of the creature. It was so small in size that such injuries seemed... intentional.

I shuddered a bit and then decided upon going inside again, having had enough of the mess before me. I made sure to lock the doors that night. Don't ask me why. I guess I just felt as if I had to.

When I went outside the next morning to go to school, I went to the spot I had seen the dead frog. There was nothing there. Assuming that whatever had killed it cleaned up the remains, I walked to the bus stop. On the way there, I kept my eyes peeled for any other dead animals on the road. There were none.

When I got home from school, I decided that I would ask my mom about what I had seen. Perhaps she would have an explanation I hadn't previously considered. After listening to my story intently, she suggested that maybe a neighbor's cat had been the cause of it all. I nodded my head and accepted her answer. It would make sense, after all, I've heard of cats randomly killing small creatures all the time. That night, and the next few nights that followed, I saw the frogs on the road again, always in close proximity to my home. This still unnerved me, but I didn't pay much mind to it. I simply ignored the bodies and walked my dogs as normal. That was, until one morning in particular.

Another day of school had arrived, and I did my normal daily routine. I got up, showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, and brushed my teeth. I exited the house, ready to go to the bus stop. I walked down the driveway as always, and then I stumbled back. Right in front of me was a squirrel, completely snapped in half. The two pieces of its body that had been disconnected were perfectly symmetrical. It sat in a pool of its own blood, an expression of shock and horror etched onto its face.

I gagged and quickly ran past the body. I pulled out my phone and texted my mom, explaining to her that there was a mutilated squirrel directly in front of our driveway. I quickened my pace and arrived at the bus, where I then got a response from her. She said she would check it out. After waiting a few minutes, she texted me again, asking me where I had seen it. I stared at her text in disbelief, unsure how she could possibly miss such a sight. I described exactly where it was, and then waited a few more minutes. Again, she responded, and my eyes widened at what she said.

Where I had seen the animal, morbidly attacked and bloodied, she saw nothing. Chills ran down my spine, and I was genuinely shaken to my core. I tried asking a few of my school friends if they had experienced anything similar to what I had. None of them had any idea what I was talking about.

Much to my surprise, the nights after that seemed to calm down. I didn't see any more frogs or animals on the road, nor did I see any on my way to school. It almost seemed as if the strange anomaly had stopped on its own over time, and for that I was thankful. There was a strange period of time where nothing happened at all. Looking back, I was foolish to think it had ended there. No, I should have known all along. It wasn't the end of the storm, but the calm before it.

This peace I experienced came to an abrupt end just two weeks ago, on a night that seemed just like every other. My father had been the one to take the dogs out this time because I was busy walking towards the mailbox. I had neglected my duties to get the mail earlier in the day, so now I had to get it at around 12 due to my procrastination.

I grunted in annoyance at the fact that I wasn't allowed to go to bed until I got this chore done, but I accepted it. I had brought it upon myself after all. I had started walking at a slow pace but sped up as I went along. There were woods to both sides of me because of how the roads are positioned, and I was slightly creeped out by a feeling of being watched from within the branches of the enormous trees. The streetlights had already shut off, and I was relying on my dim phone light to find my way since my dad was using the flashlight to walk the dogs back at home. My entire body felt tense as adrenaline rushed throughout me, ready to burst into a sprint at any given noise. I resisted this urge though, since the entire neighborhood seemed silent, strangely enough, although I believe that may have actually added to the eeriness of it all.

I finally arrived at the mailbox, inserted my key into the lock and opened it. I reached my hand into the hole and felt around. I didn't feel a single letter inside, but my hand did land on something... odd. Something squishy and moist. My hand instinctively recoiled as I took a step back. I peered into the mailbox, shining the light inside so I could get a better glimpse of what I felt. When I did see it, it took all of my strength not to scream.

There, inside the box of which only I had the key to open, was a frog.

Needless to say, I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me until I reached my home. I launched myself up the porch stairs and entered the room, closing and locking the door behind me, my breath exasperated. My parents looked at me strangely, and I quickly explained myself by claiming I was just worn out from my run home. They didn't seem to question this, whether it was from believing me or being too tired to wonder why the hell I was running so far so late at night. Regardless, they went to bed and I locked the doors.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up in a pool of sweat. I sat up and looked around me, seeing the room entrenched in total darkness. From within my room, I could hear something strange. It sounded like footsteps... footsteps ascending the wooden stairs leading up to the front door. And then I heard the signature creak of the door open slowly, and that was when I felt my heart rise to my throat. Despite my mind screaming to my body that I should hide or stay put, my body disobeyed and opened my bedroom door. My ears were filled with the sound of my dogs barking furiously, but the barking soon turned into something else. Whimpers of fear... and then screaming. Screaming which pierced my ears and made my heart come to a standstill. Screaming which didn't sound like my dogs at all, but rather of a human being instead.

Despite my better judgment, I found myself running to the living room, where I found my two dogs. Battered and bruised, with cuts and scrapes all around them, they sat in place, seemingly unable to move. I could see their mouths open, and their throats emitted the same human scream of utter agony and despair that they had earlier. My feet trudged across the carpet, methodically making my way towards them. They screamed louder and more violently the closer I approached until I heard a crack. Their bottom jaws unhinged, revealing a gigantic maw. They stood on their two feet as a man would, and their once-human groans of pain turned into an inhuman, ungodly shriek which split my ears, causing me to clutch my head in pain. Then, just as suddenly as they started, they stopped and collapsed to the ground, dead.

I felt myself rush towards them, but I never got close. I felt something from behind me clutch me in its appendages, and I felt my body being pulled back into something sharp, stabbing me and causing me to roar in pain. I swear to you; my voice was not my own. No, it sounded like that inhuman screech my dogs released. I saw my vision become blurry until it all faded to darkness, and that was when I sat up in my bed. I rubbed my face with my hands, feeling the sweat pooling under my eyebrow. I raced out to the living room, only to see my dogs laying comfortably in their beds.

I didn't sleep a wink for the next few nights after that, nor did I mention that dream to anyone until now. The night that followed, well... several nights in fact, the woods located behind my house would cause my dogs to go into a frenzy when nearby. I remember walking them and, when close to the treeline, they would stop dead in their tracks, stare into the darkness ahead, and tuck their tails between their legs, whimpering. Even I become uneasy around the woods now, despite not having logical reason to be, but something about that place seems more ominous than it did before these events started taking place. Nonetheless, I can't walk near that place without getting the chills, and neither can my pets, it seems.

Again, the calm before the storm arrived, and each day and night without a single strange occurrence was truly nail-biting. That nightmare was all I could think about, and my lack of sleep showed at school. After several detentions for falling asleep in class, my grades dropped drastically, and my parents became worried. I never told them what happened though. They wouldn't ever believe me, especially since I seemed to be the only person who had witnessed these events.

I only bring this up to you guys because I'm becoming increasingly worried. You see, these strange occurrences have picked up recently. Just as recently as a week ago, in fact. Nothing too extreme has happened yet, but I'm worried that might all change soon. The dead animals I've been seeing aren't just frogs anymore. There are birds now, and even a few more small squirrels. Each and every night I see them, and each and every night they come closer and closer to my house. I'm not sure if what I'm experiencing is just some sicko out there messing with me, or if something more is going on within my neighborhood. All I know is that I've nothing to prove this is all happening, as each animal I see disappears without explanation by morning. I know for a fact that this isn't just some cat.

Look, the point is that last night I heard something familiar... something terrifying. I woke up to the sound of creaking. The creaking of wooden stairs leading up to my house, to be specific. I heard footsteps which stopped just outside of the front door. I didn't have the courage to open the door and look, so I peered through my bedroom window to see what was outside. Once my eyes became adjusted to the darkness, I was able to spot a lump on the welcome mat just outside my door. I couldn't discern the exact features of what it was, but I already knew in truth, and I couldn't sleep any longer that night. Once morning arrived, I looked outside the door, only to see nothing, as expected. It wasn't until then that I realized I had never heard anything descend the stairs last night, which caused a large knot in my stomach.

I don't know what's going to happen tonight, but I feel like it won't be good. There's no way anyone will believe me, and I don't know what can or will help me at this point. I loaded my rifle and made sure my hatchet and knife are within grabbing distance tonight. I'll also be sure to lock the doors. I'm not sure anymore... I'm just taking all the precautions I can at this point. All I can think of at this point is that damn nightmare...

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Small Update

I made a last second decision to let my dogs sleep in my room last night, making sure to lock the door behind me. Call me paranoid, but there's no such thing as being too safe at this point. I didn't sleep at all last night, and I didn't hear anything at all either. Finally, at about 4 AM, I let sleep overcome me. When I got up this morning to prepare for school, I found a dead, mutilated frog right outside my bedroom door.

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Story Critique / Re: "Skin" Part 7
« Last post by Logan96 on 12:43:03 PM 10/13/18 »
Yes.
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Story Critique / Re: "Skin" Part 7
« Last post by R_Solomon on 08:43:55 AM 10/13/18 »
Is there a reason almost every sentence is it's own paragraph?
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Your Stories / Re: Letter to the Editor, June 2004
« Last post by Abysmii on 02:29:29 AM 10/13/18 »
Damn, I slept on this.

I really enjoy this sort of epistolary style of writing.  It does a great job of world building without suffocating the reader in detail.

The mystery angle is great and I'm not sure if I want more details or to keep it as is.

Eerie, slow tension, well rounded ending.  Great work.
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