Films Like Rocky Horror Picture Show Novels & Stories

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Drake was enjoying his lunch and maybe a cold beer on the tractor. We were busily chewing our sandwiches when Bobby asked, “You hitting the movie tonight? Think it’s a monster flick. Creature from the Black Lagoon.” I swallowed and nodded. “Absolutely. Last week’s movie was Little Orphan Annie. So lame. Gonna meet up with Bill Ward. He loves those old monster movies.” Bobby smiled. “Funny. Pastor’s Kid into horror movies. But he’s pretty solid. Not like some PKs.” “Yeah, he’s cool. Got a nice comic book collection, too.”

She’s my baby and I love her, even if she has a sharp, mean tongue and is quick to use it. "Well, this is my room too. I kind of have to stay here," Farrow murmurs and Bobbie looks annoyed as he rounds the bed to sit in bed right next to her, "What are we watching?" "Terrifier. You're not allowed to complain, it's totally not that terrifying," Rocky says, opening the burgers he ordered and handing one to Bobbie. I don't want to go upstairs all alone yet, so I sit down next to my brother. And I try to pretend I didn’t almost let my ex-husband fuck me and mark me in public.

I laughed, a light snort, at her sudden curiousity. "Okay." I shrugged, and thought through my list. I was a horror movie enthusiast, even though they absolutely haunted me for days after. I couldn't watch any of them alone, especially not in the evening. "Poltergeist." I said after a minute. "But not the new version, I'm a sucker for 80's movies." I admitted.

(In No Particular Order) Movies: 1. Get Out (2017) 2. US (2019) 3. Play Misty For Me (1971) 4. Hellraiser (1987) 5. Misery (1990) 6. Fatal Attraction (1987) 7. Obsessed (2009) 8. Carrie (1976) 9. The Ring (2002) 10. I Spit On Your Grave (1978) 11. The Last House On The Left (1972)

I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt. “Well, my pretty kitties,” he said. “Tonight’s frightening feature stars two of my favorite fiends. None other than Boris ‘The Creature’ Karlof and batty Bela Lugosi.” He leaned closer to the camera and smacked his lips, flashing jagged teeth. “Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!”

The only thing missing is a bag of nachos. The movies themselves are veritable classics, especially The Bride of Frankenstein which is in black and white. Most of them are horror movies, as in written by Stephen King or directed by him. Kate would’ve watched them any day with the Bali Girls but, being alone and in an unsavory cellar, she chickens out on Poltergeist.

They were round at Sam’s apartment, hitting the bong, talking about the films they loved and the films they wanted to make. Neither of them admitted to liking horror at first. It wasn’t the done thing at film school. You had to pretend you were into Fellini, or arty 60s films like Antonioni’s Blow Up and crap like that. The closest you could get to admiring anything that was actually enjoyable were Hitchcock’s films. It was okay to say he was: ‘a great auteur who transcended his sensational subject matter.’ Jimmy had mentioned Romero in passing and Sam had sheepishly admitted he had all his movies, even Survival of the Dead, which they both agreed was like an extended episode of The Walking

“What’s on the agenda for the rest of the night?” “Well,” Sidney started, “there’s an audience participation showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but Wes actually hates that movie.” “Wait, isn’t not liking Rocky Horror, like, horror sacrilege?” Adam asked, looking to Wes out of the side of his eyes. Wes looked toward the ceiling as he drank. “Yes, it is,” Sidney said. “But how do you not love Rocky Horror?” Adam continued. “It’s the singing,” Wes said. “The singing is just so stupid.”