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At least, the good thing is that we haven’t only been watching chick flicks, we also watched some of their horrific movies. I don’t know how they think their movies are horrific. There is nothing horrid there. Just really crappy story writing skill and all and their horror movies are very cliche and sort of unrealistic. Black kids aren’t the lookout. That is just racist honestly. It’s like saying ‘oh, my life has way more values than yours so for that, you should be the lookout so in case something happens you will be the one to die.’ I swear there’s no way someone will tell me that’s not exactly what they are saying because I have no other explanation for this shit.

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

We're havin' a horror movie marathon and I must complete the movies on the list! 3:47 PM: PLEASE MAMA?! Mom 4:06 PM: That depends. What movies are on the list? Dillon 4:13 PM: Scream, all the Freddies, The Excorcism of Emily Rose, Psycho, and maybe a comedy like Beatlegeus Mom 5:01 PM: Since Psycho is on there, then yes. Yes you may. Only because you just have tech school till after Labour Day! Say hi to Tony for me and DON'T STAY UP TOO LATE!

The black t-shirt he wore clung to his arms, distracting me just as much as they did in the kitchen. "Well, if it is the best friend, then the boyfriend is about to get murdered," I replied, reaching into the bowl and popping some popcorn into my mouth. The spice mix I made danced on my tastebuds. Cheesy and salty. I really outdid myself. "I think the big carnal rule of horror movies is to not fuck anyone until the killer is caught," he continued casually. I'd never heard him curse before, but I'd also never seen him when I didn't have Annika with me.

On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible. Phoebe looked at these things in fear, breaking out in a cold sweat, her hands and feet shaking, she didn't understand what was happening out there. Seeing that Emily and Ray were still hugging her in terror, the other children had gone to sleep. Phoebe then comforted the two children: "What are you two afraid of it's just a horror movie not worth mentioning, it's getting late so go to sleep." Ray timidly asked: "Is it really a movie o

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

It was an odd scene, but it had a harmonious charm. The film had all the elements of a typical horror movie. A group of friends heard rumors about a haunted house in the city and, excited and curious, decided to live there for a week. During this time, they gradually uncovered the truth about the haunted house and the death of a woman who had once lived there. The movie featured numerous spine-chilling scenes that made Annie shiver, her eyes tightly shut at times. She loved the thrill of watching horror films, but this one felt eerily realistic, sending shivers down her spine.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”