The appeal of dark, creepy & eerie horror flicks


#1

Talking about psychics & stuff on the other thread got me to thinking about the supernatural & just plain creepy books or novels.

Although, I have a hatd time reading a acary book - I love to watch cteepy movies. :scream:

Dracula, insane asylyms and witchcraft seems to be the #1 theme in movie horror flicks. I don’t really get the whole King level of creepfest, though. He’s stuff is just weird.

I, personally, can’t write a creepy book - I’d lose sleep thinking about scary stuff. There are people who are really good at it.

Anyone here written an article, drew a picture, created a banner or wrote a creepy short story? If so, how did you do it? Was it hard to do, did you sleep well?


#2

It wasn’t hard at all, and I slept just fine.

It’s not the kind of scary that would keep me up at night. I can put myself to sleep by creating stories (err, I mean that I sleep well after outlining the whole story in my head).


#3

I’m actually at my best writing horror / disturbing fiction. However, it is a curse. I think there are limits on what society considers acceptable at present. I’ve got a half finished space opera, where a far into the future splinter of a future Earth Chinese Empire has gone out of control eating all sentient life in the galaxy.

It’s basically a play on Chinese demand for endangered animal parts.

I’ve got another which centers on a guy who makes an army of evil gremlin like creatures by injecting his own you know what into rotten eggs, in a kind of black magic endeavor.

I also have a bad Amazon ebook which focuses on an asylum where all the inmates are really political prisoners. There is a big escape at the end which involves a sympathetic nurse cutting of the head matrons hand off with a bread knife to use it to get past the RFID asylum security system.

Murder, death, and gore seems to come easily to me. However, I wouldn’t like to think that someone gets offended to the point of doxing me because they can’t handle it… :sweat:


#4

I’ve stopped watching horror in 6th grade. I couldn’t handle it at all. Whenever I watched such a movie - I couldn’t sleep for a couple of days, even weeks on scarier movies…

Although, I can handle dark/creepy movies and books which are still in the thriller-horror genre. However, the ones that are with paranormal activity and fantasy are still a no-go for me. It is quite funny actually, as I love to watch realistic horror movies and I don’t get the creeps from those.


#5

I never watch these type of movies! :grimacing:

Nope, nope, not me!

Like Game of Thrones? I like those. :blush:


#6

Details, kitty, details.

Are you a horror fiction writer or reader?
Or, could it be the watcher?

I couldn’t do a lot of stuff aftter watching Friday the 13th. :fearful:


#7

I would love to read that.

I’m into the whole save the species thing, big time. Eating or drinking tiger bones won’t make a human strong or healthier. So sad really. Going off topic here.

How do you handle the gore portion of your book? Isn’t it a bit creepy and disturbing?


#8

The space opera isn’t too gory yet. Altogether it’s also more sci-fi than horror. As for how I handle gore otherwise, I mainly just try to make it sound as realistic as possible. Here’s a taster:

Chapter 10 Stop Resisting!

There weren’t just different kinds of people, Katherine had realized shortly after leaving Oxford. There were whole other intellectually dumbed-down, and hormonally wound-up sub-species of human beings. Moreover, as much as Katherine knew the idea was tantamount to mass murder, the best thing for the world, she often thought, would be for the most emotionally delinquent of sub-species just to disappear.

“STOP RESISTING!”

With the police, for example, especially the English ones, you could point at ever-increasing numbers of Eastern European and Middle Eastern officers, and you could explain to them that that they too would soon be on the other side of Fulfillment Center picket lines, but they simply couldn’t get it.

Likewise, you could put ex-officers in front of them who’d been microwaved alive by the Trans-European Trunked Radios they were all forced to carry, yet still-serving officers still managed to convince themselves that everyone but them was intellectually remiss.

“STOP RESISTING!”

Katherine realized, of course, that it was much more complicated than the police just being hand-picked thugs and goons made to feel special by being put in uniform. The police represented a society inside a society. One which classed itself not just apart from, but superior to, the society whose rule of law it was tasked with upholding.

However, it didn’t matter to Katherine how or why the police were the way they were. Instead, whenever she was forced to look upon them, all she ever saw was a contingent of pale, overweight and spiritually vacant human beings; ones who deserved all the microwave radiation-induced cancers, and sinking into alcoholism after being made redundant. Mother Nature might even, Katherine considered, already be busy whittling out the most morally and intellectually delinquent of humans, by virtue of their being inclined to join the police in the first place.

“STOP RESISTING!”

All this being the case, Katherine had never feared the police in the same way that Ashya and everyone else did. To her they were nothing more than mentally stunted hooligans to whom she was in every respect superior.

The problem, then, Katherine considered as she looked up at the balaclava-wearing officer who had dragged her out of the phone box, squatted on her chest, and was swinging blow after blow against each side of her head with the hammers he had for hands, was that she had grossly underestimated the power and prowess of fools.

“STOP RESISTING!” the officer on top of her screamed into her face again as she started to lose herself in the criss-cross of the overhead airplane trails and the too-close sound of boots scrunching against loose asphalt.

How was she possibly resisting? Katherine thought at him. She couldn’t speak because her jaw was already broken, and she couldn’t move because of the dead weight he had pinned her under. Then again, this was probably what Mr Hammers For Hands had to say for the sake of his clipped on mic.

Then, as Katherine’s head was being smashed from side to side, she caught sight of something through the pink watery blur of her peripheral vision. A BBC news team had arrived and had set up cameras by the train station. Meanwhile, a Secure-U police sergeant had knelt down in front of them. Just as one of the crew finished counting down from three, a series of for-effect explosions nearby sent the sergeant in a contrived roll across the roadside. Someone then seemed to say cut and the sergeant got up and started shaking hands with everyone.

“STOP RESISTING!”

Katherine’s head swung back the other way and something in her neck cracked. Then, as the officer on top of her swung at her head from the other side, Katherine felt a tooth in her already broken jaw shunt free and fall to rest in the coppery tasting pool fast accumulating ed at the back of her throat.

“No. No. Please. I’m choking now. Stop it.” She tried to say. “I’m not resisting. I’m…” but Katherine’s voice only managed to come back at her in a suffocated, incomprehensible mumble. Worse, the sergeant on top of her seemed to interpret her trying to speak as some new act of resistance.

“I SAID, STOP RESISTING!”

Shaking with fury, the sergeant unclipped something from his thigh.

“No!” Katherine tried and this time did manage to form the word correctly.

However, the baton was already bearing down on her. As it thwacked against her temple for the first time, Katherine felt her mouth drop open and her eyes extricate themselves from their ability to focus, as if her whole head had been rendered useless.

Numb with shock, she didn’t feel much pain. In fact, the second and third pummelling blunt force blows felt more like far away and barely perceptible raps against a hardwood door, not the bloody contours of what used to be her cranium. However, Katherine did still have a grotesque and nightmarish awareness of what was happening to her.

What will I look like when this is over? she wondered, hoping like she did in nightmares, that everything she could feel happening to her was just illusion.

However, then something seemed to loosen and Katherine realized that she could resist. She was free of herself and could feel her mother and father down the line of the still close by payphone she’d used to call them. She could try and go to them, she realized dreamily. She could…

Something cracked like a coconut and Katherine’s eyes closed.


#9

All of it. :smile_cat:


#10

Oh, my! :scream_cat:

I would never have guessed in a thousand years you were into horror flicks and books! You’ve really piqued my interest!

Anything published on Amazon? :wink:


#11

I swear, I don’t know why you don’t offer up developmental editing. You’d be awesome at it.

You’d also be really good at copyediting.

Your stories flow so well, the description, the analogy and emotions are all written in a way to entice the reader.

I suppose editing would be harder than writing, especially if you get some horribly written drama from an ESL person! :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes:

Btw, that’s not exactly the type of horror fiction I was expecting. I thought you’d be more like “Wrong Turn or any of Quintin Tarantino” type horror. I like it. :slight_smile:


#12

I have no idea what you just said. In either case, I could never work with an author. They’re all psychopaths.

I can get bloodier. I just didn’t want to upset anyone. :wink:


#13

True! I am rather psychotic! I hide it well when I am at work!

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#14

I didn’t mean you, Gina! However, having a touch of psychosis is healthy.


#15

Hee, hee, hee! I could be, you never know! :face_with_raised_eyebrow: :grin::grin:


#16

Or psychopath cats. :smile_cat:

Not yet. I’ve got two short story collections published in Serbian, one on paper, the other one electronically. Some of the stories in them are horror, or with elements of horror.