HI AND WELCOME TO ISSUE 37. DEDBOY HAS ASKED ME TO SEND THIS OUT..SOMETHING
HE FEELS VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT...SO HERE GOES....


In Defense of Jason
By Dedboy

     Jason Voorhees - one of the most well known cinematic slashers in
history.  The guy who has defied death nine times over and has churned out
more sequels than any other big-name horror franchise (Puppetmaster and
Witchcraft don't count).  Unless you've been living under a rock, I'm sure
you're familiar with his exploits, so I'll spare you the history.  As mostly
everyone knows by now, the tenth chapter in his ongoing adventures will
unfold in April 2001 (hopefully).  Jason X has been making waves since day
one.  For one, it's set on a space ship, five hundred years in the future.
This plot point caused a stir across the 'net.  People making the obvious
comparisons to such dreadful movies set in space like Hellraiser 4 and
Leprechaun.  I'm sick of hearing, "Jason in space?  That's gonna suck!  Just
look at (insert lame space horror film here)."  But there's a difference.
The reason those movies sucked can be chalked up to a mix of poor writing,
lousy acting, shitty FX, bad direction, and uncaring producers.  Look what
we've got here - Todd Farmer, writer of JX, is a newcomer.  His script has
gotten great reviews from people who expected the story to suck when they
heard of the setting, including Friday founder, Sean Cunningham.  His script
blew away the folks at New Line, too, they liked it so much, they decided to
drop fifteen million on it, three times the budget of any other Friday to
date.  Director Jim Isaac has a pretty decent track record, too.  He directed
the oft-overlooked Horror Show (underrated too, IMHO), he worked under the
guidance of David Cronenberg for Christsakes!  Did you see eXistenZ?  That
was some sick shit!  Not too gory, but talk about a brainfucker!  The FX are
being handled by the guys that helped Cronenberg on his Fly remake.  So
they've got a good crew.  The actors are all no names, so I can't say
anything about them yet, but at least New Line opted for fresh faces, rather
than raiding another TV show from the WB or Fox network.  I honestly feel
like horror needs this right now, because the output of the last few years
has been dreadful.  We've had three Scream movies and a horde of clones.  I
Know what You Did...crap!  Urban Legend, crap.  I Still Know...more crap!
And now a second Urban Legend?  STEAMING CRAP!  The Friday films never
catered to an audience the way Dimension's movies do.  They were never about
the flavor of the month.  They've always been plain, simple, and fun rides.
Cinematic art?  Hell no.  An enjoyable time?  Hell yes.  The body count in
this one's gonna be pretty high, too.  From I what hear, JV's supposed to
knock off around thirty people.  Something that's been SORELY missing from
horror films as of late - a good body count.  I know I'm probably gonna catch
flak from "the horror elite" for this because Jason's so well known.  Just
bring it.  I stick by my beliefs here.  So what if Jason's so well known?
It's not like he's squaring off against Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Dawson.
So what if Todd Sheets or Dario Argento isn't involved?  I love those guys
too, but they aren't all horror has to offer.  Maybe it's sentimentality.  I
saw Friday 2 in 1982 or '83, when I was about five years old.  Jason just
kind of stuck with me.  Does liking Jason make me a fake horror fan?  If you
said yes, well, fuck you.  I love Zombie Bloodbath, Profondo Rosso,
Nekromantik, & HG Lewis as much as the next rabid blood-freak.  For those who
complain that all his outings are the same, well, I can say the same thing
about every single underground cannibal/zombie movie that I've seen, but that
doesn't mean I don't like them.  For those who bitch that Fridays aren't gory
enough, well, you don't NEED gore to make a good movie.  Was Psycho gory?
How about Texas Chainsaw Massacre?  On the flipside of that, ALL of the
Fridays were gory, they were just castrated by the MPAA.  If anyone's been to
a Fango Con in the last ten years, I imagine you would've seen the tape that
Kane Hodder has of all the uncensored kills from Friday 7.  After witnessing
that, can you still bitch that the intent wasn't good?  There's a website
currently up that's trying to get Friday 7 released in its uncut form on DVD.
  They have the blessings of John Carl Buechler too, who said he'll restore
the movie if Paramount lets him into the vault.  The addy is
http://www.angelfire.com/sys/popup_source.shtml?Category=  for those
interested.  An up-to-date Friday epic has the potential to be what every
other main horror film is not -- rude, violent, sick and twisted.  If Jason X
bombs, then I think it's safe to say theaters will be plagued with shit like
Urban Legend until horror finally dies.  Jason X represents a resurgence of
the old-school slasher film, dark, gritty, brutal, and senseless in its
violence.  If it succeeds, we'll probably see a redux of the golden 80's.  My
point in closing is, just because it's being put out by a big studio doesn't
mean it's gonna be lame, the setting isn't going to make it suck, and it's
already shaping up to have more balls than anything that's been on the screen
in a while.  Jason, the king of all killer zombies, is coming back.  Don't
judge the movie on its setting.  If you do, I feel bad for your narrow-minded
ass.  If something more sinister than Jennifer Love Hewitt does well, we can
expect darker things to follow.  Consider this a harbinger for a potential
grue soaked future.  Give the movie a chance before spouting self-righteous,
elitist rhetoric.  You can crucify me now.


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HAVE YOU ATE YOUR HUMAN TODAY?
EVE

Hello all horror fiends and overall sick people,

We hope this newsletter finds you all wallering in blood and body parts
getting ready for my all time favorite season and holiday. Halloween is just
around the corner. What do you plan on doing? Me? I will be preparing all
kinds of fine select cuts of meat...for which I will be bringing you a
special recipe for in the near future...as well as some "finger foods" This
issue  we are bringing  you some movie reviews from the sick man
himself..."SICKANDTWISTEDME"


  The Exorcist Director's Cut

The movie that everyone has been waiting for. The re-release of the Exorcist,
the one that some people say is the scariest movie of all time. This one has
all the extra scenes that were just too much for the original. At least that
is what Hollywood wants you to believe so you will spend your hard earned
money to see something that has been on TV and cable several times already.
There was about a half hour extra of new footage in this one, with the only
scene that is worth the price of admission being the spider walk scene. It
was quite creepy to see. The only other scene that had actual relevance was
the first time that Regan went to the doctor. This should have definitely
been left in the original, it gave more depth of all the shit that the
doctors did to her.  This movie is still one of the funniest movies of all
time and it just keeps getting funnier every time that I see it. I recommend
that you go see this movie, and if you have kids, take them as well. It is
family entertainment that everyone can enjoy. Out of four possible corpses,
this one gets the maximum of four.

  Bless The Child
When I saw the previews of this, I thought this movie looked like it could
easily be the movie of the year. It looked like it could be just as
frightening as the exorcist was in its generation. Was I ever wrong. It was
kind of the same idea, good Vs evil. The little girl in this is the daughter
of God, and is destined to lead people to salvation. But of course, there is
a dickhead that is the son of Satan that is trying to persuade her to go to
the dark side and use her powers for evil. The movie actually wasn't very
good, but in the background there were tons of demons and monsters and
probably the coolest appearance of Satan since Legend. I would definitely see
it for the few one liners that are in it and for all of the demons, but for
story purposes this movie only gets a total of 1 1/2 corpse


  Hollow Man

Kevin Bacon stars in this rip off of the Invisible Man. Bacon genetically
engineers a way to make humans invisible, so to be the guinea pig, he tries
it out on himself for one day. Something goes wrong and he is unable to bring
himself out of the invisibility state. Being invisible does have its
drawbacks, stuck in seclusion, Bacon goes crazy and sneaks out on the town
doing everything that he always wanted to do but couldn't, right down to
fondling an unsuspecting sleeping woman. Most of the movie takes place in the
lab, there wasn't much death but it was enough to keep you interested to the
very end. The only drawback was for some reason, Kevin Bacon thinks everyone
wants to see his Bacon. Please Kevin put that thing away before someone gets
hurt.  This movie was worth seeing a couple times at most. Out of a possible
4 corpses I give Hollow Man 3 corpses.

Scary Movie

Scary Movie is the comedy from the guys that brought you Don't be a Menace to
South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood. The Mayans brothers make
fun of all that deserved to be made fun of, lousy 90's horror. This movie
makes fun of scream, I know what you did last summer, the sixth sense, the
Blair Witch Project, and several others. There was a lot of blatant sex jokes
and more dick jokes than I care for. Then again one dick in a movie is one
too many, but that's just me. This movie was hilarious though from start to
finish. Even the death scenes were well thought out. It was actually more
scary than any scream movie has been to date. I recommend everyone see this
movie and buy it the day it is released on video and dvd. A definite classic
that rates up there with Airplane. Out of a possible 4 corpses, I give Scary
Movie 4 corpses.

The Watcher
The watcher is the new movie with Keanu Reeves. Keanu plays a serial killer
that knows the cop that is trying to catch him. So in order to help him on
his quest, he sends the cop pictures of the victim and gives him a day to
find her, if she isn't found, then he strangles her. This movie is actually
more amusing than scary. It has a few suspenseful parts, but basically you
know what is going to happen. The killer and the cop were just too close to
make it suspenseful. All in all, it was good clean fun that you will enjoy
watching at least once. Out of a possible 4 corpses, I give the watcher 2 1/2.

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                                   --------EVE

HI, WELCOME TO ISSUE 34 I BELIEVE...WOW SO MANY...WE HAVE GROWN SO FAST. I
HAVE YOU AND MY WONDERFUL SICK STAFF TO THANK FOR THAT. BIRTHDAY WISHES GO
OUT TO SICKANDTWISTEDME. HE TOLD ME HE WANTS NAKED PICTURES OF ALL FEMALES
READING THIS. WE WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM SICK. HA HA....


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THINK YOU WILL ENJOY IT.

  HORROR'S REVENGE
       BY EVILPOT999

   DAMON SITS IN AN OLD AND WORN ROCKING CHAIR IN A DARK GLOOMY ROOM. WATCHING
AND IDOLIZING ONE OF HIS ALL TIME FAVORITE HORROR MOVIES FROM WHEN HE WAS A
CHILD "THE EXORCIST." DAMON IS A LOANER NEVER GOING OUT IN PUBLIC EXCEPT TO
GO TO WORK AND SHOP FOR FOOD. DAMON TAKES A DRINK OF HIS BEER AS THE FINAL
SCENE OF THE MOVIE PLAYS. REWINDING THE TAPE HE TURNS ON A LOCAL STATION, AS
DAMON STANDS UP TO TAKE THE EXORCIST OUT OF THE VCR AND HE SEES A TRAILER FOR
"CAN'T BREATH" IT IS ANOTHER TEENY BOPPER MOVIE AND DAMON FEELS A RAGE FILL
HIS BODY AS HE THINKS HE CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THEY MAKE THIS TEENY BOPPER CRAP
AND EVERY SCRIPT HE SENDS TO A STUDIO GETS SENT BACK TO HIM. HE BLAMES
CRAPPIE HORROR MOVIES AND HIS FATHER FOR HIS SCRIPT BEING SENT BACK.  HE
CALMS DOWN AND GOES TO BED.

       THE NEXT MORNING HE IS HAUNTED BY A DREAM HE HAD THE NIGHT BEFORE THE
DARK VISION HE SAW IN THE TWILIGHT WAS ONE OF UNCONTROLLABLE HATRED AND HE
DREAMED HE KILLED PEOPLE. HIS DREAM STAYS WITH HIM ALL DAY. BY TIME HE
RETURNS TO HIS APARTMENT HE HAS GROWN OBSESSED WITH HIS TWISTED DREAM AND HAS
STARTED TO WONDER IF HE COULD BECOME SUCH EVIL. COULD HE LIVE THE LIFE OF A
KILLER? HE REALIZES THAT HE CAN AND TWO PEOPLE THAT DESERVED TO BE KILLED. IT
WOULD BE THE TWO PEOPLE MOST RESPONSIBLE FOR THE GARBAGE HORROR THAT HE
BLAMES FOR KILLING REAL HORROR.  DAMON SPENDS THE REST OF THE NIGHT COMING UP
WITH A PLAN AND GOING OVER IT TO MAKE SURE THAT THERE WILL BE NO MESS UPS.

    AFTER WORK THE NEXT DAY DAMON RETURNS HOME TO BECOME WHAT HE LIVES.  THE
ONLY PASSION HIS HEART HAS EVER BEAT FOR IS A KILLER!  DAMON'S FIRST VICTIM
WILL BE A LOW BUDGET DIRECTOR WHO IS TRYING TO FOLLOW WITH THE NEW WAVE OF
GARBAGE HORROR MOVIES THAT HAD DRIVEN HIM INSANE AND HAS TORN DAMON'S ONCE
OPENED MIND TO A DARK AND TWISTED ONE. DAMON CAN FEEL HE IS BECOMING MORE AND
MORE EVIL'S APPRENTICE WITH EVERY NEW BEAT OF HIS HEART.  HE KNOWS THE TIME
HAS COME, DAMON WILL MAKE HIS FIRST VICTIM PAY.

    PUTTING WHAT HE WILL NEED FOR THE NIGHT IN HIS BAG HE GETS IN HIS CAR AND
DRIVES TO THE DIRECTORS HOUSE. DAMON WAITS OUTSIDE FOR THE HOUSE TO GO DARK.
RUNNING OVER HIS PLANS IN HIS MIND.  DAMON BEGINS TO SINK DEEPER INTO THE
TWISTED DARKNESS OF HIS DREAM. HE WILL MAKE THIS MAN PAY FOR THE PATHETIC
INSULT AND DECONSTRUCTION OF REAL HORROR THAT HE MAKES WITH EVERY NEW FILM.
HOURS GO BY AND FINALLY THE HOUSE AND STREET TURN QUIET AND BLACK. DAMON GETS
OUT OF THE CAR WALKS OVER TO THE BACK FENCE AND HOPS OVER IT AND WALKS
TOWARDS THE HOUSE WHEN HE NOTICES THAT THE SCREEN ON THE BACKDOOR IS STILL
OPEN AS HE WALKS THROUGH THE BACKDOOR INTO THE HOUSE DAMON REMOVES THE
BACKPACK WITH HIS TOOLS IN IT. WALKING THROUGH THE HOUSE DAMON REACHES THE
MASTER BEDROOM THE DOORS ARE CRACKED OPEN WHERE DAMON FINDS SEAN WILLIAMSON
HIS FIRST SACRIFICE AND DAMON'S FIRST STEP TOWARDS ETERNAL EVIL. SEAN IS
ASLEEP ON THE BED AS DAMON WALKS CLOSER HE FEELS THE HATRED SWELLING IN HIM.
DAMON PUTS THE WRIST AND LEG RESTRAINTS ON THE PATHETIC BEING THAT SLEEPS IN
FRONT OF HIM AND REALIZES THAT HE IS A WASTE OF FLESH. HE PUTS THE LAST
RESTRAINT ON SEANS BODY AND COVERS HIS MOUTH. DAMON OPENS UP HIS BACKPACK TO
TAKE OUT THE FIRST METHOD OF TORTURE HE WILL USE ON SEAN WILLIAMSON. PULLING
OUT DOCTORS TYPE KNIVES FROM THE PACK HE THEN PULLS OUT A PROPANE TORCH THAT
HE WILL USE TO ADD PAIN TO THE TORTURE. AS HE SLICES THROUGH THE STOMACH OF
THE VICTIM HE AWAKENS IN PAIN. DAMON MAKES A SLICE ACROSS THE WHOLE STOMACH
AND THEN BEGINS TO PULL WILLIAMSON'S GUTS OUT. WILLIAMSON SCREAMS IN PAIN.
WILLIAMSON WILL STAY ALIVE FOR HOURS IN TORTURING PAIN. BUT DAMON ISN'T DONE
YET, HE TURNS ON THE PROPANE TORCH AND BEGINS TO BURN WILLIAMSON'S GUTS.
SEAN IS GOING INTO SHOCK. DAMON TURNS OFF THE PROPANE TORCH AND GRABS THE
REST OF HIS STUFF AND WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM, AS DAMON CLOSES THE FRONT DOOR
HE BEGINS TO FEEL LIKE HE LIKES BEING EVIL. RETURNING TO HIS HOME HE PLANS
THE NEXT VICTIMS TORTURE SESSION.  DAMON HAS FINISHED EVERYTHING AFTER HE
TAKES SHOWER.

      THE NEXT MORNING AFTER DAMON HAS GOTTEN DRESSED HE TURNS ON THE
TELEVISION AND THE NEWS IS TALKING ABOUT WHAT HE DID.  THEY FOUND SEAN
WILLIAMSON DEAD.  DAMON EVILLY SMILES.  TURNING OFF THE TV HE HEADS TO WORK.
RETURNING HOME FROM THAT EVENING HE IS READY TO VISIT THE LAST VICTIM, DAMON
GRABS HIS BAG AND GOES TO HIS CAR.  PULLING AROUND DAMON CAN SEE THAT HIS
FIRST VICTIMS DEATH HAS HAD NO EFFECT ON HIS SECOND VICTIM CAUSE HE IS
HOSTING A VERY BIG PARTY.  SEEMINGLY NOT EVEN PHASED BY THE DEATH OF THE MAN
HE HAD KILLED BEFORE, DAMON AWAITS FOR THE TIME TO KILL AGAIN.  DAMON STARTS
TO FEEL RAGE LIKE HE HAS NEVER FELT BEFORE.  DAMON LOOKS UP TOWARDS THE HOUSE
PEOPLE HAVE BEGUN TO LEAVE, IT WON'T BE LONG NOW.  THE LAST CAR HAS PULLED
AWAY BY THIS TIME.
       DAMON CAN'T STOP THE UNCONTROLLABLE ANGER HE HAS.  GRABBING HIS BAG OUT
OF HIS TRUNK DAMON WALKS UP TO THE BACK OF THE FENCE AND HOPS OVER.  STILL
TRYING TO HOLD DOWN THE RAGE INSIDE HIM HE SLIPS INTO A HALF OPENED SIDE DOOR
AND BEGINS TO LOOK THROUGH THE HOUSE.  DAMON FINALLY MAKES IT TO THE ROOM
WHERE HIS VICTIM HAS PASSED OUT.  OPENING HIS BAG, HE IS NOW SHAKING FROM THE
OVERWHELMING EVIL HE IS FEELING. HE TIES HIS VICTIM UP AND THEN SLAPS HIM
AWAKE.  THE MAN LOOKS AT DAMON AND SAYS "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN DAMON, YOUR MOM
AND I HAVE MISSED YOU." DAMON PULLS OUT A KNIFE AND SLICES HIS FATHERS CHEST
SAYING "YOU HAVE RUINED MY LIFE, I HATE YOU.  YOU HAVE RUINED HORROR AND MADE
MY LIFE DARK."  SLICING HIS FATHER AGAIN DAMON GRABS FOR THE SALT IN HIS BAG
AND POURS IT INTO THE OPEN GUSHING CUTS.

          DAMON STARTS TO FEEL VERY WEIRD AND HE STARTS FEELING BLANK.  DAMONS
RIGHT ARM DISAPPEARS AND EVERYTHING AROUND HIM STARTS TO CRUMBLE.  HE FEELS
PAIN AS IF SOMEONE IS CRUSHING HIM.  JOHN LOOKS AT HIS STORY HE WAS WRITING
AND THE PAPER HE HAS CRUMBLED UP AND HIS WIFE WALKS IN AND ASK HIM WHAT HE
WAS DOING HE SAYS  THROWING AWAY A BAD STORY THAT'S ALL...... THE END

UNTIL NEXT TIME..KEEP THE EVIL..
EVE BLAACK

CHILDREN OF THE LIVING DEAD (no distributor yet): The zombies created by
George A. Romero rise again, only without Romero's involvement; newcomer Tor
Ramsey directs from a script by Karen Lee Wolf. John Russo, from the original
NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD (and its regrettable 30th Anniversary resurrection)
produces, and Joseph Wolf (who had a hand in the original HALLOWEEN and
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET) is executive producer. Tom Savini has an acting role
and supervises the stunts, while Vincent (DOGMA) Guastini handles the makeup
FX, including a new ghoul leader named Abbott Hayes. --- TAKEN FROM FANGORIA



MOVIEGOD666 FORWARDED ME THIS EMAIL HE RECIEVED FROM TOR RAMSEY TO SHARE WITH
YOU...THANKS MATTRIK FOR LETTING US HAVE IT FIRST---EVE


      CHILDREN OF THE LIVING DEAD promises to have action, thrills, suspense,
horror, humor and yes, lots of zombies, including one of the most unique
designs of a zombie in history, a zombie named Abbot Hayes.

     In CHILDREN OF THE LIVING DEAD, expect to see an opening scene like the
zombie movie version of the helicopter scene from "APOCALYPSE NOW" in a
sequence that was inspired by the opening to SAVING PRIVATE RYAN,  with a
civilian posse taking on the last remnants of an army of zombies left over
from a previous battle. This assault is led by none other than Tom Savini.

     Tom Savini, while having the last name "Hughes" as his character's name,
really is a totally different character which Tom and I created together
called "The Zombie-Slayer."  Savini will spend a good deal of time in the
opening sequence killing zombies in every way imaginable, including but not
limited to sliding across car hoods firing two pistols at once, doing back
flips over zombies while firing and doing the general sort of high-flying
acrobatics he is known for.

     When I first met Tom at the Olive Garden in Pittsburgh, we clicked right
away, both sharing the same enthusiasm for filling up the screen with juicy
explosions of exciting fast-paced, stylistic stunts and gags.  The ideas were
bouncing around at a million miles a second, as what you get from Tom is not
only an extremely talented and versatile performer. But also someone who
brings a great deal of enthusiasm and positive energy when collaborating with
others.

     In a nutshell, I pretty much let Tom go completely insane, and he was
glad to oblige me.

     Savini fans should start licking their lips right now.

     Playing the role of Tom's more demure partner is Marty Shift.  I cast
Marty apart from Tom, and it was only when we had our first table reading
that Tom Savini shows up and I found out this is the fifth time Tom and Marty
have appeared on screen as partners. Remember the garbagemen from CREEPSHOW?
That was Marty and Tom.  They also appeared together in Knightriders, Dawn of
the Dead and three other movies.

     Having two actors of the calibre of Tom and Marty was great, but what was
so much better was that given their history and friendship, they brought a
great onscreen chemistry to the screen in their relationship as two old
buddies.  As is always my case, I allowed the actors to improvise and it was
in a couple of subtle bits that Marty and Tom played off each other that
creates this sort of simpatico that no screenwriter could ever create on the
page.

     It turns out this isn't the first time Marty and Tom have improvised. In
CREEPSHOW, watch the wide shot when we se them find the comic book. Marty
said that he and Savini discussed how garbage men always make noise in the
morning and so in the scene, in one great take, Tom kicks the lid off the
garbage can, Marty catches it throws it back over his head to Savini, who at
the same time throws a garbage bag at Marty who throws the garbage can back.
A brilliant piece of improv that no one notices because its all in a long
shot.

     I really have to credit two people on the crew for the accomplishments
they made. The first one is Vincent Guastini, who as most people know has
been doing special effects for several years----nominated for an Emmy for
Saturday Night Live, did effects for DOGMA, and many other movies.  Guastini
took a lot of care to make each featured zombie unique and different. In
addition to Abbot Hayes, there will be five teenage zombies who play
significant roles, and each one of them is gruesome and terrifying but most
remarkable is how they are the distinctive looks that Guastini gave each one.

     The real scare though is going to come from the Abbot Hayes zombie which
is one of the most unique designs on a zombie that I've ever seen and I think
one of the best overall makeup designs I've ever seen. How would I describe
Abbot?  To me he is a little bit "Nosferatu," and a little bit Freddy
Krueger, but with a sort of aura and mood that for whatever reason reminds me
of the ALIEN from the first Alien movie.

     n terms of sheer screen presence alone, I can't imagine anything topping
Abbot Hayes.

     The other asset to Guastini is that like Savini, he brings a great
positive energy to the set. He also is great about putting up with a pain in
the ass like yours truly becuase there are times when I get on location and
may decide I suddenly think the scene would play better if they bit the guy's
ear off----and Guastini gives me his standard reply----"You got it".

     Or I may say, "Yo Vinny, I know I didn't ask you for this but I think
instead of taking a chunk out of the guy's shoulder, it would be cool if they
rip the guy's throat out." And Guastin says "You got it"

     And then the other cool thing is when Guastini gets creative on his own
and he and I decide that each attack should be differnt and unique so off the
top of his head he says. "Maybe when they bit into his shoulder, his collar
bone should pop out." And that's when I say "You got it"."

     The other guy who brought a lot to the set was our other Emmy nominee,
Jerry Gurgley.  Jerry does he makeup effects for Babylon Five, and although
he did some makeup for us, his primary job was in pyrotechnics effects. After
all, how do you kill a zombie? With a shot to the head, right?  So naturally
we need to see the back of a zombie's head explode out, right?  So that's
where Jerry comes in.

     Once again it was my pleasure to work with someone who was always 100%
prepared for every situation, which included one big day of about 40 squib
hits in various places on the body and one car explosion to boot.  Or like
the one time we had been shooting all night long, the sun was coming up and I
had two zombies I had to kill off, and as Jerry was packing up---thinking we
were done, I asked him for two more head hits and they were done in less than
20 minutes.

     So what else can I tell you about CHILDREN OF THE LIVING DEAD?

     Well, I wanted to pay homage to the other LIVING DEAD movies and for
starters I notice that a helicopter plays a role in the original, in DAWN and
in DAY, so in CHILDREN we continue the tradition with a helicopter in the
opening scene.

     Bob Michelucci who did a bit part in DAWN does a cameo in CHILDREN.

     As further homage to the original, you will see a diner that had a good
collection of dead animal heads as decor.

     In preparation for CHILDREN, I studied every zombie movie I could get my
hands on. Reason being that I wanted to put a little bit of everything into
CHILDREN while also providing some of the most unique zombie-killing action,
and basically the types of things that had never been done.

     How did it all turn out?  I'm kinda brain-dead right now from all the
work, and trying to get it all together. Get back to me in another month----

TOR


THERE YA GO FANS...STRAIGHT FROM TOR...HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT....I KNOW I WANT
TO SEE THIS FILM...AND IT SOUNDS GREAT

EVE

Hacker's Source is looking for writers for our online magazine. If you want
to become part of our staff email Eve Blaack@.... We have been very busy
and have neglected our online version. With all my top writers pulled off the
online and only working for offline Hacker we need material.

Our new slaymates for August are up on the site. They are nekromistress  and
Capefear54. These two will scare the pants off you is you saw them on a
street. I have personally met them both. And they are my kind of ghouls.
Dark, evil, full of vile intentions and just plain freaks. ahhhhhhhh yes I do
love them so.  <A HREF="http://www.hackerssource.cjb.net/">Hacker's Source
Online</A>

I have recently returned from L.A I was invited out by Lucifer Fulci. He is
filming his first low budget feature film " GORE HOUNDS" and has involved
Hacker's Source. Our issue 1 is featured in the film and I did a cameo
appearance. I play the mother of Parker. A bible thumping over protective
mother who loves her son just a little too much at times. A cross between
Norman Bates and Carries mothers. I had a great time on the set. Dave Parker
Director from Full Moon (Dead Hate the Living)
plays my son.

Other cast includes: Lucifer Fulci, Cassandra Gutmunch, Elvorian Von Spivey
(Penis Flytrap Fame) Mark Splatter, Diana Death, Vile DellaMorte ( Demonia
fame), Nellie Vile, David Decay and Chris Clark.

Written by Lucifer Fulci

Directed by Lucifer Fulci, Assistant director Jason  Frey.

Produced by  Lucifer Fulci, Jason Frey and Dave Parker

Music (proposed) by: DEMONIA, DEADBOLT, THE GORY DETAILS, WORMFOOD, DAVE
ARCANE AND THE DEADGHOULS 3.

Fx by: WORMFOOD HORROR, HORDEFX AND THOM SUPRENANT AND THE SUBHUMAN
CREATIONS.

The film is slated to be out on video around Christmas. I will bring you more
detail on how to obtain it when it is available. I am also working on a story
for the web site about my trip to L.A. with pictures. I will bring that to
you as soon as it is ready.

MAY THE EVIL STAY WITH YOU
EVE BLAACK

WELCOME TO ISSUE 34. TODAY I HAVE A SPECIAL STORY FOR YOU WRITTEN BY A VERY
TALENTED YOUNG FILM MAKER, PHIL STEVENS.  I INTERVIEWED HIM A FEW WEEKS BACK.
I AM SURE YOU WILL BE HEARING MORE OF THIS YOUNG MAN IN THE FUTURE.

I
ONE OF MY WRITERS CAME TO TOWN FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY HOLIDAY. I HAVE SHARED
THAT DAY WITH READERS AND POSTED A SMALL STORY ALONG WITH SOME VERY
INTERESTING PICTURES IN THE HACKER'S ARCHIVE SECTION. FEEL FREE TO GO AND
READ IT. YOU WILL BE GLAD YOU DID.  <A
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                                                   SHADOWS
                                               BY PHIL STEVENS
                 (REPRINTED BY PERMISSION OF PHIL STEVENS)

Tom Berk was a responsible young man of age 29. He worked as a real-estate
agent. Once every 2 weeks he would travel into the mountains to check up on
old man Bill James, who was the owner of the real-estate company. Because of
tom's favorable reputation, he was assigned to the visitations. He was well
into the 9th month of this task and gaining credit to his company. Due to the
long drive to the isolated estate in the mountains, tom would leave in the
morning and usually get to the estate at night fall. Then over seeing the old
man, tom the next morning ventured back to the city.

For some reason old man James always appeared to be sad or depressed, there
was a feeling of much sorrow when they talked. But how could this man be
unhappy? He had a wealthy business and 3 lively children to stay with him up
in the mountains, they were Luke, Gary and Mary. They kids grew very fond of
tom over the months and were looking forward to his next visit. Usually tom
would stay the night because by the time he got there it was at least past
11pm and he dare not drive back on the unlit mountain roads.

This was now his 10th trip. It was in the middle of January and tom was
driving to the house once again. The snow flaked down. He wouldn't reach the
estate well after 10pm. Tom was cold and lonely, but at the same time he was
filled with pride just thinking, Tom Berk was assigned such a task from the
big boss himself. He watched the road ahead as the lights danced off the
trees and through the light snow. A rumble sounded, it was thunder.
Lightening lit up the mountain sky. Every time tom drove to the house in the
dark, he feared the possibility of braking down out there in the middle of no
where in the dark. So he always packed a flashlight and enough share of
batteries. Hearing the thunder once more, tom speeded up.

Driving along the mountain roads where it seemed that the trees on both sides
were moving in on him. The snow became thick and it got much colder as he
drove higher into the mountains. His fears were subsided by the soft music
playing on the radio. It was a Neil diamond tune. Turning the heater up, a
news bulletin broke in and warned of the on coming snow storm. As he got
further into the mountains his radio lost frequency and the music was
replaced by an annoying hiss. It wasn't long now, he was about there and the
snow was really pilling up. Tom switched off the radio and put the windshield
wipers on.

By 12pm, he saw the house lamp lights breaking through the snow and deep
wooded forests. Tom slowed down when reaching the gates. He noticed the
lights in the house weren't on. The car was parked in the courtyard. He got
out and stood in the lamp lights, looking around. He went to the door and
knocked, he waited and no one came. At first he just thought Jim was out with
the kids and snow had delayed them. Tom walked around the side of the house
to the garage. To his surprise Jim's jeep was still there. No one did leave
tonight. Then he thought maybe Jim just forgot he was coming up and went to
bed, but Jim spoke to tom before he left.

Snow was flying fast, tom was barely able to see his car which was about 8
feet away. something was wrong. He this time pounded and kicked at the doors.
The snow shot like needles into his face. The wind alone nearly blew him on
his ass. The yelled and tried the door knob, it was locked. Tom could no
longer take the storms wicked punishment. He ran across the courtyard to his
car for cover. Once inside, he started the engine and turned on the heater.
The long drive and storm took its toll on him. Before long Tom fell asleep in
the back seat.

Tom dreamed of being in the bank and people were crowding him. It was a party
atmosphere. He quickly noticed his girl friend Melissa and old man James was
laughing. It made tom actually laugh to see Jim laughing. Looking around the
crowd, he saw Luke, Gary and Mary chasing a headless chicken. Blood squirted
on Luke's face and he laughed. Gary began to dismember the chicken as Mary
began to get naked. What the hell was going on?!

The crowd faded away like water spilling onto an oil painting. All that
remained was Jim. Together they walked to the vault. Money was over loading
the place. Jim gave tom a handful of money. All at once the lights shut off.
Darkness, his familiar friend and foe. It became too quiet and a scrapping
sound echoed off the wall. It was like metal scrapping metal and it got
louder and louder with each ear splitting scream.

He awoke again in reality laying in the back seat. Immediately he got up and
looked out the window, praying to catch a light in the house, but instead he
found snow piled 4 inches outside. The snow had let up but hadn't stopped.
Tom grabbed a flashlight and bundled up to brave the bitter cold. It was now
3:00 in the morning.

As tom was opening the car door, he found that it was stuck. He thought it
was just ice. The door was opened. Tom found that the door was scrapped and
mangled from the outside. Something tried to get in the car while he slept.
Maybe something was watching him at this very minute from the dark woods. Tom
began to shake, what if they had a gun pointing at him? Tom jumped back into
the car and attempted to start the engine. The car just would not shift into
gear. The below zero temperature must have gotten to the engine. Before tom
got out, he looked around at his surroundings. Everything looked considerably
safe. The woods freaked him out. He wouldn't let his paranoia get the best of
him this time. Since he was only a business man he lacked the protection of a
gun. He had a can of mace with him. Fuck that candy ass can of mace, he
wanted a gun damn it! Tom felt like a complete fool for not taking Melissa's
advice and taking a gun with him. Melissa too had a fear of tom breaking down
on the road, so she suggested he take a gun. Tom had to put it behind and
concentrate on the real situation at hand.

Using his flashlight as somewhat of a weapon, he stepped out of the car
cautiously. He crept to the front of the car to the engine.

Before opening the hood, Tom smelled an awful stench, so vile, so nauseating,
tom choked down the vomit rising in his throat. Tom covered his nose and
mouth with his coat sleeve. He opened the hood and the most putrid, grotesque
sight struck him like a train smashing through a brick wall. He lost footing
and fell back into the thick snow. For a minute or two he just laid in the
snow gaining the strength he needed to look back under again. Finally he got
it up and peered into the engine where 3 heads where sitting logged into the
hot chrome. He knew the faces well, it was Luke, Gary and Mary, the children.
Gary's head was burnt to a crisp, Luke's hair was scorched off and Mary was
in good condition except for her left eyeball which was dangling out of its
socket.

Tom snapped and ran to the house, nearly breaking his neck on the iced over
pavement. When he got to the door he pounded and pounded till his fists
started to bleed. Then out of the cold air came a loud crack of laughter. Tom
sprang around, inspected the thick forests and saw nothing. The windows were
locked down tight but he took his flashlight and busted the glass to pieces.

The house was dark and had an attic like smell. Tom yelled. “Jim! Jesus
Christ Jim! where the hell are you?!”

There was no answer. A loud thud echoed through the house. It made tom jump.
something was upstairs. Tom wasn't stupid enough to say “Hey. A scary noise,
I guess I’ll go investigate. Maybe if I get lucky I can get KILLED!!!” No
tom was a smart man. He said “Fuck that with a bag of chips” And tom ran to
the kitchen. Tom knew that in the kitchen there was a rather big butcher
knife. If he was going to be safe, he needed to check the whole house. The
phone of course was dead and power was shut off. Tom just needed to turn it
back on. Old man James insisted that when the house was built that a power
generator be placed in the basement. Somewhere in the house was a radio
communicator. Guns were kept on the 2nd floor because Jim was talented hunter
as well as a great business man.

In the main hall tom could hear glass from the window breaking. Someone was
coming through the window. Tom was still in the kitchen, keeping total
silence. 2 of them. Could have guns. Footsteps now. Coming through the living
room. He crawled to the basement door which was on the far right of the
kitchen. The steps creaked a little, so he had to hurry. The basement was way
too dark to see with the naked eye. Should he use his flashlight? would the
intruder see the light from the kitchen above? Tom felt his way through the
narrow hall to the generator. His nightmare came true, he tripped on a box of
Christmas ornaments. Glass fell with ear shattering breaks. He landed on some
glass. A sharp pain pierced his side then came a sticky wetness. He was cut.
It hurt so bad but he wouldn't scream, he dare not scream. Tom ground his
teeth to keep back the yelp and blast of curses. The cut was bad, tom could
tell by how fast his leg became wet with blood. He felt down to see if the
glass was out. No. A large spike like shard of glass. His eyes began to tear
up. The pain! Someone was coming down the stairs. Creaking.

Slushy footsteps began to come down the hall. Tom listened as he was still
trying to recover from his accident. No light, his cover. As long as tom
stayed still, he was safe. He was on the urge of passing out. The dizziness
took hold of him. Light headed feeling. Throbbing pain. His consciousness
drifted away. Before he went under he saw two red eyes coming towards him.

There was no telling how long tom was out. 2 hours maybe the whole night.
Outside the mountain air was still and frosty. The snow storm was over and
the ground was covered with snow and thick ice patches. The house was still.
The winter winds blew through the broken window making an eerie howl. The
storm shutters beat like mad against the side of the house. Below the window
there was a big glass horse. A blast of arctic wind shot through the opening
and tipped the horse over. It shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Below in the basement, Tom was awakened by the crash. His leg was stiff and
hurt like hell. How long was he out? Where was he? Was he alone? Why wasn't
he dead? He got to his feet as fast as he could without falling on his ass.
He didn't even attempt to look for the flashlight or knife. He manage to get
to the stairs. No one was down there after all. Wobbling and limping, he made
it back to the kitchen. A wicked draft blew through the house. Tom felt its
cold sting against his open wound. The bleeding stopped now. The pain was
almost unbearable. In the kitchen cabinet, there were pain killers Jim kept
for his arthritis. He took 2 of them with some milk that was left in the warm
refrigerator. Then he remembered the generator. “Shit!” Tom said out loud.

He decided not to go back down again, instead he walked to the main hall to
seal off the place. When he got there the door was wide open and snow was
already piled in. More wind shot through the door. He hobbled to the
staircase and climbed with haste as fast a he could. When he was about 10th
step he looked back and saw the figure with red eyes standing at the foot of
the staircase. It started to follow tom with a taunting pace. It always
stayed at least 8 steps behind him. It was playing some sort of a game with
him. If it wanted him dead, why not in the basement as he was unconscious?
Why didn't it lunge at him on the stairs? Tom got to the floor level and took
off to the old manes room where the guns were kept. Not looking back he
slammed shut the door to Jim's room. He backed away from the door. He walked
into something, he turned around and saw Jim hanging off a rope from the
ceiling. It looked like the old man hung himself. He screamed. Then he
quickly gained control and smashed open the glass case containing the colt
45. Tom wasn't experienced with guns but he knew how they worked. Then at
that very second as tom began to load up, the door split wide open and in
stepped the figure. Every second counted. The figure made no sign of fear,
just looking dead on at tom with its red eyes glowing. Jim's hanging body was
the only thing separating the two. Tom opened fire. Blasting away through the
dead body and through the figure. The bullets had no effect. The figure
sprang to the ceiling like a spider. for a moment it crawled around and then
came down on tom from above. The figure back handed tom clear out the window.
It all happened too fast. Before tom knew it he was on his back, had falling
2 stories.

From the ground, laying on his back he saw the figure in the window. It
jumped down the 2 stories to the courtyard where tom laid. Even in the light
the figure had no features, it was completely black, it was a shadow. It
finally spoke. “Its time for you to go back” It said.

Tom could only stare. The shadow picked up tom in his arms and flew with him
over the house and woods. The creature was not human, not alive. The wind
passed through it. After a while they both arrived at a deserted road. A car
was coming up the road. A deer ran out in front of it and the car swerved off
the road and into a tree. The shadow placed tom on the ground and flew off
through the woods. Tom quickly got to his feet and ran to the car. He ripped
the door open and looked inside. It was him! He was looking at himself. He
back way from the car and tripped in the snow. From within the woods a laugh
sounded.

“No escaping the angel of death, no escaping pain, you belong to me”
THE END

Written By Phil Stevens

Copyright © 1999 Mid-Horror Productions. All Rights Reserved

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Cops Hunt Cannibal's Stolen Headstone Online
Ed Gein Inspired Psycho, Silence of the Lambs
June 20, 2000

By Richard Zitrin


The House of Horrors
Ed Gein

PLAINFIELD, Wis. (APBnews.com) -- Thieves who stole the gravestone of Ed
Gein, the murderous farmhand and grave robber who inspired the Norman Bates
character in the Alfred Hitchcock classic "Psycho," may try to find a buyer
for their booty on the Internet, authorities said today.

Waushara County Sheriff Patrick Fox said he would not be surprised if the
headstone stolen from Gein's cemetery plot Saturday night turned up on an
online auction site, such as eBay.

"You never know where this thing is going to turn up," Fox told APBnews.com.
"Remember, [serial killer and cannibal Jeffrey] Dahmer's stuff sold for big
bucks. There's people out there that think it's just neat to have, I'm sure."

There have been no reported sightings yet of the missing gravestone, online
or otherwise, but two supposed Gein relics -- pieces of wood from his
farmhouse in this central Wisconsin community -- were listed on eBay today.

Gruesome farmhouse findings

Gein became famous because of what police found in the farmhouse in 1957:
body parts of more than a dozen women whose remains he stole from graves;
clothing made from human skin; a heart in the pan on the stove; human organs
in the refrigerator, and crude masks fashioned from facial skin.

Police also found the gutted, headless body of a local hardware store owner,
Bernice Worden, hanging upside down from a pulley. Hooks were placed in the
ears of her severed head so it could be hung on the wall.

Investigators believed Gein might have committed other murders, Fox said.

Gein was ruled mentally incompetent and spent the rest of his life in a state
psychiatric hospital, where he died in 1984 at the age of 77. He was buried
in his family plot in a local cemetery, Fox said.

A Hollywood favorite

His grave long has drawn curiosity-seekers, some of whom have chipped away
pieces of the headstone as souvenirs, the sheriff said.

The marker weighs 150 to 200 pounds, which means more than one thief likely
stole the gravestone, Fox said.

In addition to serving as the inspiration for the demented lead character in
"Psycho," Gein also supposedly provided inspiration for two other Hollywood
thrillers -- "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and "Silence of the Lambs" -- and the
song by the heavy metal group Slayer, "Dead Skin Mask."


WE HAVE HAD MUCH SUCCESS WITH OUR FIRST OFFICIAL ISSUE OF HACKER'S SOURCE
WHICH WENT OUT LAST MONTH. WE ARE NOW WORKING HARD ON ISSUE TWO TO BRING YOU
MUCH MORE. I WANT TO THANK ALL WHO EMAILED US AND GAVE US YOUR COMMENTS. MY
STAFF HAS WORKED VERY HARD TO BRING YOU THE BEST.AND WE WILL CONTINUE TO DO
SO.

MUCH EVIL TO YOU
EVE   BLAACK

Hackers Source is proud to announce we now have flash on our site. Demonic
Pumpkin has worked very hard at putting this together and as usual has
outdone himself.  <A HREF="http://www.hackerssource.cjb.net/">Hacker's Source
Online</A>  After you enjoy the flash program go into the site. We have a
awesome update on director Dave Parker and what he has been up to lately
along with some of his art. So check out interviews.

Demonic has also put up flash on his website. Once again he amazes me. Click
the link, sit back and enjoy .  <A HREF="http://www.demonicpumpkin.cjb.net/">D
emonic Pumpkins FX</A> ]

Patrick "Reptile" Johnson  has totally recontructed his site. Lots of new
stuff, gifs, artwork. I spent a long time in here just enjoying it and
reading all his new stuff. A must see   <A
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Entertainment & Productions. Sci-Fi, Horror, Fantasy & Stupidity!!!</A>


May evil be with you
Eve Blaack

Hacker's Source is proud to announce we will have our third reconstruction of
our site coming up with bigger and better things. Demonic has put a voting
pole up, asking you to vote on what you would like to see. We ask all our
supporters to go vote and if there is something else you would like to see on
the site feel free to email me at eveblaack@....   <A
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I am also proud to announce we have been getting back great reviews on our
first snail mail issue of Hacker's Source. Thank you everyone who instant
messaged me or my staff and to those of you who emailed us. WE do this out of
our love of horrror. My staff on the offline Hacker is kick ass and I thank
them all for their dedication, hard work, screams and blood.

May evil be with you,
Eve Blaack

Welcome to issue 33 <A HREF="http://www.hackerssource.cjb.net/">Hacker's
Source Online</A> OR TYPE IN YOUR BROWSER: HACKERSSOURCE.CJB.NET We have many
changes to announce on our website. The order page is up with information on
how to order your offline Hacker. No more reminders will be sent out on the
newsletter. We also have a new mascot. demonic pumpkin designed and named
him. So go meet Harry Hacker and vote on his poll. July's slaymates are up.
Thank you lltnlls (L.T. LUSTMORD) for your pic. Our male slaymate is my dear
friend Necroenoch....aka owner of horrorsource.com. His fiance Necromntic,
was kind enough to send me the pic. Surprise Necro...your slaymate!!!!!!!

A QUICK NOTE TO DEMONIC....JUNE SLAYMATES........NOT MY FAULT
WEBMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE HE....WE HAD A MIX UP ON THE JUNE SLAYMATE...AND
IF DEMONIC WAS NOT OFF TROMPING AROUND WORKING ON FILMS AND PLAYING IN LA
WELL ENOUGH SAID....HE HE. SERIOUSLY I  DO TAKE THE BLAME FOR THERE NOT BEING
A JUNE SLAYMATE..AND IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM WITH THAT....TOUGH SHIT!!!!! WE
DO NEED PICS FOR SLAYMATE.....SO GET OUT YOUR CAMERAS....PUT ON YOUR SWIM
GEAR...AND CLICK AWAY....SEND ....SEND.......SEND.....GET CREATIVE...SET UP
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CUTE...USE YOUR IMAGINATIONS...BUT MUST BE SEXY!!!!!!!!!!


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Zombies: What you should do

1) Don't slow dance with them. Don't let them whisper in your ear, even if
they say they want to tell you a secret. Don't look down if one tells you
your shoelace is untied.

2) Offer them corn chips. Bugles are ok too, as are triskets and goldfish.
It's the salt, you see - according to voodoo legend, if a zombie tastes salt,
it will return to the grave.

3) Arm yourself. The worst thing you can do is screech girlishly and throw
your arms up over your face - that's the zombie equivalent of offering them a
turkey leg.

4) Touch them with a ten foot pole. If you can't find a handy bazooka, you
can always use a good sized whompin' stick, until something better comes
along. Avoid allowing them to invade your personal space at all costs.

5) It's all in their heads. It seems to be a universal truth that you can
drop a zombie by scrambling their eggs for them. Become little bunny foo-foo,
and live.

6) Find an American Island.  American zombies have serious hydrophobia, so
you're pretty safe as long as nobody washes up on shore. Italian zombies, on
the other hand, enjoy watersports, so be warned.

7) If it's dead and laying still, kill it again.  One can never be too sure
about these things, and zombies are notorious ankle biters.

8) Klatuu Barada Nicto. Learn it. Know it. Use it properly.


THIS ISSUE'S HORROR TALENT IS:
  EL GRAN ORGO


Fear, Loathing And Other Pastimes
BY EL GRAN ORGO

      The state of American horror literalized itself a
few years back when Gus Van Sant decided to remake
“Psycho” shot-by-shot, with the original music score.
This has got to be the most unoriginal thing anyone
could've possibly done; I'm surprised he didn't just
colorize and re-release the old one.

      I mean, I'm fairly certain that NOBODY asked for
this.  Not only that, the American studios don't
really seem concerned with giving us what we DO ask
for: something new, goddamn it.

      It seems to me that whenever something new and
original comes down the pike, it is gobbled up by
audiences, and is sometimes even awarded an Oscar or
two, not that that means a whole hell of a lot
anymore, but you know what I mean.  And it is the Way
of the Corporate Dildo to observe the success of the
Breakthrough Original Thing, be it a movie, a band,
whatever, and say, "Hey, the public loves this new
original thing! What we need is something else just
like it!"  It doesn't seem to occur to anybody up
there that originality might be a successful formula
unto itself.

      Nobody asked for a remake of “The Haunting,” and
nobody asked for “Leprechaun In Space.”  Nobody asked
Hollywood to try and improve on films that were either
too good or too terrible to begin with.

      Funny. Last time around when we talked, I felt
like I had been born too late. Now I feel like a
cantankerous old fart, yelling at all the studio
executives to get out of his yard.  The even funnier
thing is that the studio execs probably ARE younger
than me; well, it WOULD be funny.  If it weren't, it
would be thoroughly depressing.


Orgo's Obscure Klassics Korner

      The first and the best (by a LONG shot) of the
Killer Santa films goes by the original title of
“Christmas Evil,” and by the alternate title of
“Terror In Toyland.”  It stars Brandon Maggart as
Harry, a man still suffering from a little Santa
trauma he experienced as a kid.  He caught mommy
kissing Santa Claus, and then some.

      Nowadays, he's really, really into Christmas.
The entire first half of the movie is about his, er,
disturbing enthusiasm; those expecting balls-out Santa
Carnage will be disappointed.  Harry is a nice guy in
a naughty world, and it is taking its toll on his
psyche.  Slowly, our hero begins to take the role of
Santa a little too seriously, and, of course, he
eventually breaks out that Naughty/Nice list and goes
to work.

      This movie is built on the performance of Maggart
as Harry/Santa.  He's fantastic.  We can fully
understand why he's nuts--the world IS full of naughty
people (assholes), and we cannot help but root for
him.

      The only “Killer Santa” movie to have a story, or
characters, much less the knockout ending it has, this
flick is a true undiscovered gem.  Someone took a
chance making this film, someone else took a chance
releasing it, and, though they probably would consider
it a failure, as I'm sure it bombed, the fact that
this film exists is a victory in the eyes of everyone
who sees it--anyone with a pulse in their veins and
half a lick of common sense ... which, I guess,
narrows it down pretty nicely.

      Oh, just go rent the goddamn thing, would you?
       And on that note, I will take my leave.  I know,
kind of short this time around, but there is only so
much one can say on the topic of originality, and to
repeat oneself on a topic like that is an unforgivable
sin, wouldn't you agree?  Until next time, don't forget to floss...

BLEEDINGS
EVE BLAACK

I have run into all kinds of talents lately and this is one young man who we
will for sure hear more from. It is great to know the horror genre will live
forever. Go to the interview section of the site and click on Phils name.   <A
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Hacker's Source Offline, Issue 1 is now available. For those of you who have
subscribed your issue will be mailed to you on Monday. For those of you who
wish to subscribe we have a limited no. of copies available. So order yours
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Eve Blaack

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The Zwieback
BY BLEDEX13


Death.
Definition of death:
Extinction
Positives in being extinct:
Wait a million years and your bones are sold for a fortune to dangle from
museum ceilings for the amusement of little children.
Advantage in this: you're dead yet you mold their minds for
mass murder
They learn creativity from your example
They also learn the fundaments of group gatherings since they will only want
to see you on school field trips and such.
This sets the basics for Kults in the years to come...
KKK.
They will classified themselves as families
One such family: Manson's happy assembly of chicks and one guy
They come to recognize the media overload and lack of divinity in a corporal
society
Solution: Take control and decrease this problem
Example: Mafia
What is the moral of this outline?
Death is good.  We teach it to our children everyday, though some of us are
shocked when they make it their life choice in living
Example behind this: Congress
They can't be caught in their everyday activities, so...
Useless Information: where do you think the term "Death and Taxes" came from,
hmm?
"Of course, Santa Clause."
The End

HOW COOL WOULD THIS BE?
BY ICPGIRL666

I wish going to the movies was more than just sitting there, eating popcorn
and sitting in the dark with about a 100 other strangers, not talking ...
then leaving. I was talking to Drew the other night and he brought up this
guy, I forget his name, that would have things pop up, like skeletons, to
scare the audience. He had all these cool things happening during the film to
the audience just to, you know, shake them up. How great would that be if,
say, we went to the movie theater, and had those things happening to us.
Sometimes I imagine opening up my own little theater for the purpose of
scaring the audience, and showing great, old B&W films. My dad works at
Providence Performing Arts Center, and sometimes they show old film on the
hugest screen imaginable. So I asked him one day "How come they don't show
films like Nosferatu, or Night of the Living Dead, like really cheap?" you
know.. matinees. I don't know about you guys, but if I heard about horror
movie classics being showcased in the afternoon for like 5 bucks I'd totally
go see it. SO WHY DON'T PEOPLE DO THAT? Is it because movies like that are
hard to get on film? Is it because no one will go see them? DAMNIT.. I know
plenty of people who would go see them. I'd rather go see like "TARANTULA"
than some boring Disney flick. Ever see the episode of "Are you Afraid of the
Dark" that was about the run down theater that showed the movie classics and
by doing so they brought a lot of people in? That was the one with Nosferatu.
Damn that episode used to scare the hell out of me. its saddening to think
that people believe that computers and all that crap is going to replace real
live human actors and everything. WHO THE HELL WANTS TO SEE A SIMULATION? ITS
NOT EVEN REAL! I don't know what is wrong with the human race, its like no
one wants to face reality anymore, just computer generated images. So i
totally plan to bring back all that stuff like B&W film, silent, i don't
care. there is no way i am going to sit there and let people ruin film like
that. i don't care if i have to pay a million bucks for a splicer and
projector, there is no way movies like Titan A. E are going to replace films
Switching topics now...
Haunted houses around Halloween are soo lame. Well if there is a chainsaw
involved it isn't. Maybe its cause I'm getting older, and pretty much by now
have seen everything in a haunted house, and don't scare as easily. (Which
really SUCKS, not getting scared. some people boast the fact nothing scares
them, and they have no fear, blah blah blah.. i feel BAD for them! What's the
point of watching a horror movie and not being a little scared? God that's
like watching a comedy and boasting about the fact how you "DIDN'T LAUGH!!!")
So why doesn't anyone do anything different?
I could think of a million ideas for a haunted house. I'll pitch a few here.
*Why doesn't anyone build a replica house of Nancy's in a Nightmare on Elm
Street? Completely messed up and just like in the movie. Then, have people go
in it, in groups of maybe 5. not that large. The host of the place, obviously
would be someone playing Nancy, sends the people up to the bedroom on the top
floor. There, they go to "sleep" ... and from there, they are on their own to
get OUT of the house before Freddy catches them. A bunch of Freddy's will be
waiting in rooms, ready to pounce. Whoever gets out, wins something, I don't
know, just something. the people who get "killed" are sent to a room where
they await their friends to come out. HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE.. to be in a
house JUST like the movie and be chased by a guy with knives.
*Speaking of being chased, why doesn't anyone do a TCM simulation???? They
send you out in a car, which breaks down conveniently at a house. Duh, what
next? YOU WALK DOWN THE DIRT ROAD TO A HOUSE FOR HELP! What would be great is
that all the evil houses in horror films can be on the street.. YOU PICK
WHICH ONE YOU GO TO for "HELP!" Take your pick: Amityville, TCM, Nightmare on
Elm St., Hellraiser...
*Now, to what really scares people: the woods. Perfect setting for a
halloween excursion, yet there are few really good ones. Again, send a bunch
of people out in the woods to fend for themselves and to find a way out. A
little Jason there, come across some Blair Witch trinkets, chainsaw wielding
maniacs ... you get the idea.
You know how people have murder mystery dinner parties? Why doesn't anyone
set up a "summer camp" where the guests pay a fee to stay there for a week,
at the mercy of Jason? Roles will be assigned and its up the remaining alive
cabin mates to figure out who "Jason" is ... or for a twist, maybe its not
Jason at all, maybe its the MOTHER.
Well, you're probably wondering why I typed this all up. I'm bored and just
got done watching BWP, and just thought I'd share my ideas with you all.
Maybe we should write a letter to New Line Cinema and demand them to put up a
NOES haunted house thingie for Halloween. I don't know if copyright laws
apply here, but man, if they didn't, when I am older and have money I'll do
it myself. :)


SOME EXCITING NEWS FROM THE WORLD OF TCM

I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS NEXT LINK. I AM A TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE FAN
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"ALL AMERICAN MASSACRE" THE SITE IS STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT YOU  CAN
STILL GO IN AND SEE THE PREVIEWS

It's the website for the upcoming short film,
"ALL AMERICAN MASSACRE", featuring
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      HALLOWEEN 6 PRO'S CUT
THE VIDEO CONTAINS WHAT YOU ALL HAVE ALREADY HEARD SO WHY TELL YOU WHAT YOU
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THIS EMAIL I RECEIVED FROM VAMPIRE VIXEN

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Sevendust,Downset, Mudvayne, Dope, Hed-PE, Nashville Pussy, Puya, U.P.O.,
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Sun  July 30  Pontiac MI (Detroit)    Phoenix Plaza


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MY FRIEND DUS121 HAS HIS NEW HORROR ZINE SITE UP AND RUNNING. SOME OF MY
WRITERS ARE MOONLIGHTING WITH HIM. REMIND ME TO DEAL WITH THAT LATER. THEY
BROKE OUT OF THEIR CHAINS AND ESCAPED. THEY MUST BE PUNISHED AND TORTURED FOR
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latest in the horror movie genre.  We also give you movie reviews, interviews
with the stars from the movies you love, a complete list of upcoming movies
in the theaters and coming to video, a look at horror bands, and much more
stuff for you to enjoy.  To say the least, it has almost everything you could
want, anything that it doesn't have, will be included soon.  So come visit
us, we'll scare the hell into you.
                     KICK ASS IDEA OF DUS121
DUS ALSO APPROACHED ME WITH AN IDEA OF HIS. AND I JUMPED ON IT. I THOUGHT IT
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EVE BLAACK

The Vanquishing
By:Cside frog

      I ask of you, what is evil?  Is it dealing with
the things forbidden, or maybe it's those who practice
the black arts?  But is it evil if we do not know what
it is?  Maybe evil is something that is pure,
innocent.  We associate evil with something that we
know nothing about, or those who practice darkness,
but have we ever thought of evil being innocent?  It
is...

Maine, 1843

      Night falls over the small village of Lancarnia.

The small wooden homes turn their lights down low, and
one by one, they extinguish.  The town goes black.
Smoke still comes from the small fires still
smoldering during the night.  When all is out, the
creature comes.
      So fair and pure, she creeps into houses, killing
the inhabitants.  Not a sound is heard from this
ruthless savage as she kills, moving from one victim
to another.  No struggle is put forth from the people,
and why would there be?  She is quick and she kills
them before they have time to think.
      So gently does she cradle their heads, softly
whispering her chant, and, with one small motion,
their head is snapped, laying at such an
odd angle.  Mercy, she knows not of.
      Her hair gleams in the moonlight.  Her mahogany,
brown hair falls right below her shoulder blades and
curls slightly under.  Her eyes are a glowing, emerald
green.  She wears a black cape allowing her to be
hidden in the darkness.  She is long, sleek, slender;
very flexible, and she meanders her way into the
smallest places.  Her footsteps are so light that they
can not be heard.  She seems to glide over the earth
without a sound.
      After making her kill, she returns to her master.
  "My lord," she says while in a deep curtsy, bowing
her head.
      "My prodigy, you have done well.  No one has
seemed to suspect a thing," he replies, very pleased.
      She lifts her head to look at him.  His eyes are
locked in a steely gaze; his hair is a blonde, brown
color.  He is clothed in a new cloak she notices.
      "I shall never be caught.  You know of my gift.
And I--"
      "You are not invincible, my dear, sweet Heather.
You can be vanquished," he interrupts.
      "My Liege, that is where you are wrong.  It is
not I who can be vanquished.  I am promised eternal
life.  It is you, my lord, who can be vanquished," she
says with a smile spreading across her face.
      "Ahh, you have much to learn, don't you?" he
asks.
      "No, my Liege, you have much to learn."  With
this said, she lunges at him, catching him by
surprise.  With in a couple seconds he lie on the
floor, dead in a pile of his own blood.
      "I told you that you are the one to be
vanquished, not I," she says to him.  Within seconds,
she is out of the chamber, and on the village road.
      She still has many more hours of darkness ahead;
more killings to be done.  In the end, she will live
on
and all will be dead.  She will rebirth the innocent
into evil.  She will have power over the earth and
every soul, yet she still portrays her innocence and
is never thought to be evil.
      But one will turn to see her for evil and her
reign will come to an end and the world shall reach
mass destruction.

UNTITLED
BY DARIO FULCI

      I walk towards the house.  It's a huge house in
the middle on nowhere.  There are no lights on, and no
cars around.  Empty.  I try the door.  It is locked,
and too thick to kick down.
      "Hmm," I think.  I look at the windows.  They are
barred.
      Damn, they are paranoid.  They must have a lot of
money.  I am a thief, and I make my living breaking in
houses.  I'm damn good.  I've been doing this for ten
years, and have never been caught once.  Once, I
almost was, but I killed the people who walked in on
me.  Fuck 'em.  I'm not going to jail for any rich
fuck.
      I walk around the house.  "Fucking shit," I
mutter.  "There must be a way in."  I look around,
and see a tree on the side.  I decide to climb up, to
see if there is a skylight.
      I make my way up, looking in a window.  I think I
see movement, and I freeze, grasping tightly to the
trunk of the tree.  Nothing.  I breath a sigh of
relief and make my way to the roof.  I walk towards
the
center and finally see one skylight.  It's to the
attic.  The attic.  Who would have a skylight on the
attic?
      I walk slowly to it, noticing it was open.
"Hmm," I think.  This is too easy.  I look in, and it
looks like a long fall down.  Luckily, I have a rope
with me.  I tie the rope to a stone Gargoyle and look
down again.  Suddenly, I hear voices.
      "Shit," I think.  Just my luck.  I move off to
the side and look down.  A robed figure, carrying a
big bag, walks in the room.  He throws the bag to the
ground and unties it.  Three babies fall out, crying.
      I feel chills go up my spine.  Something fucked
up is happening here.  I want to run, but I can't
move.  Fear grips me.  I stare down in horror.  I've
done a lot of bad things in my life, but one thing I
never did was steal or hurt children.  The robed
figure started chanting in some vile language that I
couldn't understand.  Even so, the words he spoke sent
chills of fear down my spine.  I know something more
vile and evil is about to happen, but what?  What
could be worse then killing babies?
      The figure begins to devour the mutilated
children.  I almost vomit.  It was sheer will power
that I didn't.  The figure then takes a knife and cuts
his own arm, blood dripping down.  He goes into a more
fevered chant.  I almost scream from the horror, but I
can't.
      He stands in the center of some strange symbol
and
says a name that I shall never forget, though one that
I can never say.  Unable to move, I feel cold all
over.  I feel something that I can't explain; just
pure terror.
      Then it comes: a dark, winged shape.  It is
horrible, and I try to scream, but can't.  The thing
flies though the skylight, and everything goes black.
The last thing I remember is firing a shot.  Then
nothing.
      I wake up in a bush a few blocks away, shaking.
I looked around in fear, but saw nothing.  I decide
that I must have imagined it or something.
      I make my way home and take a shower.  I look in
the mirror.  I am a mess.
      I sigh, and then I freeze.  Behind me, I saw it,
the dark winged shape.  I turn around fast, and there
it is, grinning down at me.  It chuckles as I scream.
Naked, I run out of the house, screaming at the top of
my lungs.
      Now, here I rest in the hospital.  I know I'm
safe here.  It wont come after me here.  I sit in my
padded room, thinking of how cold the room is.
      Then, I feel strong arms grab me.  "Noooooo!" I
scream as...

      The doctors were puzzled at his disappearance.
There was a guard at the door.  They heard his scream.
  Both guards were shaken, but they both said they
didn't see anything.
      The only sign was claw marks on the walls.  Peter
Johnson was never seen again.

Fear, Loathing and Other Pastimes
by EL GRAN ORGO

      I was about seven years old when the teenaged
couple babysitting my friends and I took us to the
drive-in, two nights in a row.  The first night's
double feature was "Don't Go In The House" and "The
Hills Have Eyes."  The second night was "Humanoids
From The Deep" and "Piranha."
      For better or worse, that weekend helped to make
me what I am today.
      For the next twenty years or so, I would crave
the thrill of worshipping at the lowbrow church that
was the drive-in.  It didn't last long.  The town I
lived in didn't have a high demographic for sleaze,
and the drive-in soon became home for family-oriented
bullshit.  To this day, I feel pangs of sadness when I
read Joe Lansdale or Joe Bob Briggs' stuff about Texas
drive-in culture, which is pretty much extinct, from
what I understand.
      There are no more drive-ins, no more grindhouse
theatres.  Even San Fransisco's Strand Theatre, which
was the city's last grindhouse, and which had signs
out front saying, "Please Do Not Talk To The Posters,"
is all porno now.
      I sometimes get the feeling I was born too late.
I missed all the really interesting shit.  I missed
punk rock by a few years (and punk is most certainly
dead; two words: Green Day), and I missed the Golden
Age of Sleaze Cinema.
      There is, in the skull of every gifted
exploitation filmmaker (as in there is in the skull of
every gifted artist), the fevered brain of a madman.
In these people, there is a soul on fire to create
something remarkable, something that inspires a
reaction in people (even if it's nothing more than
disgust).  They have a pulse that only time can kill.
This pulse exists more so in exploitation filmmakers,
because the filmmakers are hungry, and are doing it
with no help; no grant money, no rich parents, and
most importantly, no rules, except, "Do what you can
with what you have."
      The gifted ones can push the limits of the genre
they're working in and create something vibrant and
alive, and, sometimes, even poetic.  The films are
hungry, and that's what makes them Real Art.
      The films that work shine among the shitpile like
a drooling idiot savant playing jazz guitar with his
flippers.  The classics are obvious by now: Night
Of The Living Dead, Drunken Master 1 and 2, Evil Dead,
Santa Sangre, the Lone Wolf and Cub films, El
Mariachi, the list goes on and on.
      The demand for demented and possessed
exploitation films has fallen off greatly, and,
subsequently, the supply is virtually nil.  Rocky
Horror isn't even the same, at least here in Portland.
  I tried to go a few weeks back, and these little
puss-ass Magicon geeks tried to tell me and
my girlfriend that we were virgins because we hadn't
seen the movie at that theatre in the last 6 months.
We really need to lower the drinking age to 16
so these fucking rug rats can loosen up a bit.
      Seems sometimes as though America is losing its
pulse day by day, that no one wants anything to be
excited about anymore.  It may seem a little silly
calling the act of going to a shitty part of town to a
theatre so run-down you have to be de-loused before
you can leave to watch shitty horror, kung-fu, and
exploitation flicks something to get excited about,
but I think its more the willingness that's important.
  The willingness is a symptom of a certain type of
mentality; a mentality that craves a little danger,
that doesn't need everything clean and germ free, that
isn't afraid to leave the house once in a while.
      No, today, even our musical Rage-And-Angst
merchants come prepackaged and shrink-wrapped by
corporate dildos.  Everyone's more pissed-off than
ever, and most of us have no idea why.
      The Pussy of Real Art--art with a pulse, sweat
and guts, has been douched by Corporate America.
C'mon, kids, don't be afraid to get your hands and
face dirty.  Get in there and getcha some o' that.

Orgo's Obscure Klaasics Korner

      You'll remember this one, perhaps, from the
childhood days of watching Creature Feature or Chiller
Theater or some shit.  I vaguely remembered it, rented
again on advice of a friend, and was actually quite
creeped out.
      It's called "Let's Scare Jessica To Death," and
stars Zoe Lamphert as a frail young woman recovering
from a nervous breakdown in a quiet little town with a

lake.  Her recovery doesn't go quite so smoothly.
      There may be one or more townspeople in on
something terrible, or someone could be trying to
drive Jessica crazy.  It's actually an amazingly
atmospheric movie, especially considering the budget,
and Lamphert gives a very sympathetic performance,
which makes the whole thing rather dread-filled.  I'd
rank it on par with The Shining or Carnival Of Souls
for the dread factor.  At any rate, it doesn't suck,
so do check it out if you have nothing better to do.


WANDERLUST
BY OHMSSS 76

      She awoke to a find herself encompassed in
darkness.  Not the secure darkness of her bedroom, but
a total, horrible darkness.  It took a moment for her
to realize what might be happening, where she could
be.
      The first thing to strike her was a horrid, foul
stench.  It was something she could not place...  Not
like those awful sewage plants she had ridden past
with her parents.  Ashley always hated that smell and
would wrinkle her nose in disgust whenever they passed
one.  This was different, though ... much worse.  She
tried to open her eyes and look around, but found she
couldn't.  Someone had placed tape over them...
Perhaps a prank by her brother Steven?  What had she
done recently to deserve this?  It was always so hard
to tell with him.
      She tried to sit up, and suddenly realized she
was in a bag of some sort.  What was happening?  Was
she being kidnapped?  Panic ensued.  She had seen
stories like this on the news, of young girls being
abducted and punished for some crime unbeknownst to
them.  How could this be?  The thought of a bad dream
crossed her mind, then fluttered away into the
blackness.  She was awake and knew it, and therein lay
the horror.
      There was a motion she could feel under her;
something carrying her.  Was she in a car?  Was she
dead already?  On her way to the inferno?  But for
what?  The cold grip of paranoia began to clutch her
soul.  Then, suddenly, the motion stopped.
      There were hands about her.  Cold hands ... hands
that were sharp and poisonous.  She could sense sheer
evil within those talons that touched her.  Ashley
had always been a very quiet girl.  She hated noise,
in fact, and didn't like to cry.  At this moment,
though, she could refrain no further.  The tears came
forth at an alarming rate, her screams drowning out
the void.  It was sweet music for the creatures in
whose custody she now was held captive.  Their evil
laughter, joyful, heartless laughter, began to fill
the aural landscape.
      She was being carried somewhere.  Her existence
was a sudden blur.  She longed to be away from this
horrible, nowhere place.  In her mind's eyes, Ashley
had painted a hellish landscape.  She could almost see
it, though the darkness was still before her.  What
horrible fate would await her?  And how long until it
befell her?
      With a start, the motion stopped.  The horrible
creatures that had been carrying her, human or
otherwise, were gone.  She tugged at the cloak which
covered her.  It fell off easily enough, yet there was
something covering her eyes.  Not tape, as she had
initially thought.  Something vicious, blinding her.
She began to sob pathetically again, wiping the
horrible ooze out of her eyes. When she cleared it
away at last, she was horrified to see what lay before
her.
      Ashley was in a vast cave.  It was at once cold
as ice, and yet there was heat being generated onto
her from somewhere.  It was a burning heat, and she
felt it only in her temple.  It reminded her of when
she had too much ice cream to eat on happier summer
days; those days which now seemed decades away.
      She was unaware of how much time had passed.
Probably ten minutes, yet it felt like a week.  Her
attention quickly focused on the horrible beasts that
confronted her.  There were three, almost canine-like.
  They were all upon four legs, yet they were assuredly
not of our earth.
      The creatures reminded her of something that she
had seen in some rotten horror film that her brother
favored so much.  Most importantly, she noticed the
teeth.  They seemed to have rows of them, glistening
in the half light, beckoning to her.  She would
scream, yet her tongue was paralyzed with fear.
      They sat there on all fours, staring hatefully at
her.  Each beast was similar in appearance.  Their
faces were almost human, yet in the most frightening
way.  She noticed they all had horrible talons, which
dug sharply into the ground, as if to anchor them
there.  Hind legs worked back and forth impatiently as
if wanting to charge her.  Front legs, forever
harbored into the ground as if to hold back the
unbridled rage these creatures obviously felt towards
her.  Their skin reflected various shades of orange
and blue; truly inhuman.
      There was light coming from some corner of this
cave, reflecting on their surfaces.  Almost beautiful,
she thought, before catching herself and remembering
the desperate situation she was in.  Still wanting to
scream, she now wanted to try and reason with these
beasts.  What had she been brought here?
      And then, one of them spoke.
      "You have been brought here, Ashley Parker, for
one very simple reason."  The words, alternately
hateful and morose, were not spoken aloud, but
echoed through her mind.  The damning words
reverberated in her head. One simple reason?
      "Yes."
      She had to force herself to form a thought, and
finally it came.
      "What have I done?  Please, let me go home."
      "You are a criminal.  Therefore, you must be
punished."
      "What did I do?  Why am I here?!  Somebody,
please help me..."  These were the last words that
came from her mouth, in a feeble attempt to summon
help that she knew in her heart would never come.

      Frantically, she continued to plead with the
horrific creatures that faced her.
      "What did I do?  Please let me go..."
      "Ashley Parker, you are accused of promiscuity,
for furthering the corruption of human society.  You
are a disgrace to women across the Earth, a disgrace
which will no longer be tolerated.  You will no longer
be permitted to spread your crimes on this planet.
Your punishment will, unfortunately, not be swift,
yet, in our eyes, it shall be well deserved."
      While the beast spoke, her heart began to pound,
her mind raced.  All the "crimes" the thing spoke of
began to manifest before her.  She was only fifteen,
and had enjoyed sex often.  Was that what this was?
It didn't really mean anything to her, all the boys
she had been with.  She like giving them pleasure.
That couldn't be the reason why she was brought to
this dank, evil place.  Ashley really didn't care
about the boys she had slept with, the boys she had
gone down on time and time again.  It was completely
innocent to her.
      "You are anything but innocent, Ashley Parker.
We have had the ability to see your future here on
this world."  The beast on the left projected to her.

Its eyes accentuated each word, so hateful and cruel
towards her.  She wanted to look away, yet she was
held in its unearthly grip.
      "The future is bleak for your race, indeed.
Promiscuity and disease are what await you.  Your race
is doomed, obsessed with a hatred that you cannot see
in each other.  We have taken the task upon ourselves
to halt these activities," it continued.
      The puzzle presented to Ashley began to
materialize.  She remembered reading in the paper
about all those young girls who had disappeared, how
they had always vanished without a trace.  All about
the same age.  Undoubtedly guilty of the same
"crimes."
      "You are not the first to be accused Ashley
Parker, and you will not be the last.  You may repent
for your crimes, yet you will not be forgiven," it
snarled into her mind.
      At last they unleashed the claws that had held
them fast.  The two beasts on the left and right
charged towards her.  The closer they got,
she could see how horrible their appearance really
was.  There were tiny bugs crawling rapidly across
their surfaces, a miniature colony forever in motion,
it seemed.  Busily scampering about their business,
they looked like large fleas to her.  She also saw
there were scales on each one.  They seemed to flap in
the wind, as if fanning their bodies.  They were all
no more than one hundred feet or so away, yet they
seemed to be running in slow motion towards her.
      Teeth like steely knives glistened in the half
light, beckoning to her.  Ashley saw their eyes
spinning in their head, rotating like tiny drills, the
hideous gazes boring into her very soul.  If only she
could look away.
      The two creatures on on either side flew past her
and began to burrow into the wall behind her.  At
least, that is what she believed was happening.  She
was paralyzed with fear, and could not turn to look.
Her eyes were focused on the beast that was charging
directly at her.
      The foul monstrosity stopped right before her and
reared up on its hind legs.  A dreadful sound of the
beast roaring in final defiance rushed through her
mind.  Even standing, the creature was not much taller
than she was.
      It threw its arms around her, almost in an
embrace, pulling her close.  The creature then pushed
her forward into one of the holes in the wall that
had been hollowed out for her.  Her face was firmly
planted against the cold stone wall now.  The beast
that had pushed her here was still firmly attached.
The one who had dug her vertical grave had seemingly
vanished, and the third who had "dug" the
corresponding hole seemed to be standing by.  Ashley
couldn't tell.
      Her regrets at being so terrible, such a "bad
girl" flashed before her.  She hadn't been that way,
had she?  Her guilt washed over her.  She realized
that she had done horrible things, filthy things at
such a young age.  It was her nature, and she wept
internally wishing her life had been different.  Her
ability to cry, scream, or mourn her existence were
gone now.
      Nothing left but the inevitable.
      Then the beast that was attached to her began to
drip.  She felt her body slowly being covered with a
sticky substance.  It began to envelop her, feeling
neither cool nor hot, much like the temperature of the
cave itself.
      The creature had stopped moving now, and she
could still hear the other one behind her.  It sounded
like it was digging something.  It was burying them
both!
      Now she did scream.  She did not know how the
power to do so had returned, yet she did scream.  A
horrifying piercing wail, the sound of someone who
knows there is no hope, no escape.  Ashley felt her
hair fall away, her clothes long since deteriorated
off of her body.  The creature that was attached was
actually melting away, becoming the substance that was
now devouring her.  It was acid, yet no sort of acid
this earth had ever known.  Her thought process,
sorrow for her actions, had long since left her.  Even
her shrieks had faded to silence.
      The other creature that had buried the last
victim, skittered back to the first position.
Somewhere in the distance, muffled cries echoed
throughout the cave.  Two more creatures faded in from
the darkness, flanking the center one. The unholy
committee had reorganized now.  The next contestant
was on the way.  A long night awaited them.  So much
work to do...

I RECIEVE A LOT OF MAIL AND THIS YOUNG MAN HAS A NEW NEWSLETTER HE HAS JUST
STARTED AND STARTED TO SEND OUT. HE IS GETTING A GOOD START AND I BELIEVE IN
SUPPORTING NEW TALENTS AND PUBLICATIONS.

Horrorzine
This is a new newsletter that you can get online for FREE
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AGAIN.

EVE

HI AND WELCOME TO ISSUE 31. I AM POSTING THIS ISSUE STRAIGHT TO THIS MAIL
THIS WEEK. dEMONIC IS OUT OF TOWN WORKING ON A MOVIE AND IS NOT AVAILABLE TO
UPLOAD TO THE SITE.  WE HAVE BEEN RUNNING BEHIND A LITTLE GETTING THESE OUT
TO YOU. SO YOU KNOW THAT MEANS WE ARE SUPER BUSY AND THAT IS GOOD NEWS. I
HAVE RECENTLY BEEN TALKING WITH A GENTLMAN BY THE NAME OF DAVEY COURT. A
FILMMAKER OUT OF THE UK. HE HAS A AWESOME SITE WITH HIS PARTNERS. YOU CAN GO
TO IT AND ACTUALLY DOWNLOAD THEIR FILMS. A FULL INTERVIEW WITH HIM WILL BE
FEATURED IN ISSUE TWO OF THE OFFLINE HACKER. IN AUG. THESE GUYS ARE GOING
PLACES AND YOU WILL SOON LEARN AND BE HEARING THEIR NAMES.  <A
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THIS WEEKS HORROR TALENTS ARE:

arklon22
CSIDE FROG
DARIO FULCI
EL GRAN ORGO
OHMSS76

     I KNOW SOME OF YOU WILL BE SADDENED BY THIS, THE ENTIRE STAFF WHO IS ON
THE OFFLINE HACKER WILL NO LONGER BE IN ANY MORE ISSUES OF THE ONLINE HACKER.
YOU WILL ONLY FIND THEM BI-MONTHLY FROM NOW ON. SO THE ONLINE VERSION SAYS
GOODBYE TO THE FOLLOWING:

L.T. LUSTMORD, ARKLON22, AUTOBAT27, UNCKLE KUNTY, JP, TRANCER98,
KRIPTKEEPER13, DEDBOY999, SEXYHORROR AKA HISPANDOLL, XULGOJIRA AKA PATRICK
"REPTILE" JOHNSON, DEMONIC PUMPKIN, AND GRIMDREEPR.

ARKLON22 HAS WRITTEN HIS FINAL PIECE IN A TRIBUTE TO A FEW OF THE REGS OF THE
HORROR ROOM WHO HE RESPECTS HIGHLY. I KNOW ALL WILL ENJOY IT, BUT THOSE WHO
KNOWS WHO IS IN THIS STORY WILL ESPECIALLY ENJOY. BUT BEFORE I SHARE THE
STORY WITH YOU, KRIPT HAS WROTE SOMETHING IN HONOR OF ARKLON,

Today, the Online Hacker looses a limb.  Arklon22, the Hacker's most
dedicated writer, is leaving the online magazine to join the offline staff.
Why are we doing this for Arklon22 and not for the rest of us joining the
offline mag?  Well, it is for the simple fact that Arklon22 started writing
stories for the online mag and kept writting until the very end.  Arklon
wrote over 20 stories, each of which was VERY long.  Sometimes I would look
at his story and how long it was n say "aww crapp cant he write some short
ones?"  then I'd start reading it and it kept me interested enough to finish
the whole damn thing.  His stories were always fasinating or weird, whichever
you choose.  Whether it was humor, gore, horror, or just plain sillyness, we
still enjoyed his work.  I am personally thankful because he included me in
one of his stories (well a character with my name and screen name).  Thank
you Arklon22 on behalf of the Hacker Staff.  You get the bloody star on the
forehead for being an outstanding writer.  Look forward to reading Ark's
long-ass stories in print.  Ark we salute you.

Kriptkeeper 13


PARTY OF THE DEAD
BY ARKLON 22

      The fresh, cool night's air filled Dave's
nostrils.  It was a great night, and the fact that
there was a full moon made it even better.  Dave
walked back to the group.
      It was Halloween night, and they had planned to
have this party here for a long time.  They knew it
would not be hard to sneak in at all.  A party in a
graveyard late Halloween night sounded like one
perfect way to celebrate the eve of evil.
      Dave got to the others, who were Nick, Cassie,
and Mike.  They had known each other for a long time.
Actually, they had met each other on the internet long
ago, all with screen names dedicated to the genre of
horror, the great spectacle for which they lived.
      Dave was known as Lucifer Fulci and went by it in
real life these days.  Cassandra, his partner in
horror, and in life, was Gutmunch.  Nick was known as
Nfiend, once voted as king of the horror room.  Lastly
Mike, who was Dariofulci.
      The festivities had already begun.  The group was

plastered and the graveyard was filled with heavy
music and laughter.  Cassie threw Lucifer a beer and
said, "Welcome back!  Moo!"
      Lucifer  smiled and answered, "Moo!  Hail Satan."
  Saying "moo," which they had started long ago, was
their little way of expressing their love for each
other.
      The cemetery was gigantic, and was there for as
long as they could remember.  Its old, gray walls were
covered in green weeds and grass.  Lucifer loved the
graveyard, as it was almost like he was in one of
those old zombie movies that he lived for.  They
partied long into the night.
      Then Nick saw it: An old mausoleum.  Its presence
was awesome.  It was the oldest-looking thing in the
cemetery and it sent shivers down the spines of even
these old school horror fanatics.
      The lock on the door was old and gray, so it was
no problem at all to break off.  The old rusty doors
squeaked open slowly, producing a sound that only the
crypt keeper would love.  The four were loving every
minute of it.
      They walked in and made their way to the center.
It was a huge room with a lone grave in the center.
Cassie read the markings on the coffins lid.
      "Fear be what he longs for; death unleashed when
awakened.  Pray the evil lives no more...  For our
souls will never be at peace."
      They all looked at each other with big grins.
      "Oh, we have to open this," said Mike.  They
looked at each other a while more.  Then, without a
word, all four grabbed the lid and tried to lift it.
The iron lid was heavy, and it took all four a great
while to slide it halfway off.
      They glanced in the coffin, slightly out of
breath.  A corpse lay inside.  All it's flesh had
already rotted off; its bones were covered in webs and

dust.  They were studying him with interest when Nick
saw the amulet.  The corpses wore it around his neck.
It was solid gold and had a bizarre symbol on it.
      Once again, they looked at each other.  Lucifer
reached down and lifted it to get a better look.  It
was beautiful.  None of them liked the idea of being
grave robbers, so they were hesitant to take it,
though they all wanted it.
      Dave removed it and let it hang in front of his
face.  They all closely examined it.  The urge to keep
it was strong, but there was something inside all of
them that was against it.  Without a discussion,
Lucifer put the amulet on the corpse's chest and
closed it back.
      They walked out of the building and back to the
location of their little party, all thinking about the
bracelet.
      "Man, that was the coolest thing I have seen!"
Nick remarked.
      "Yeah.  We should have kept it," Mike
replied.
      They turned their music back on and the party
once again continued.  Cassie went to get another
beer, but as she walked past a grave, a rotten hand
burst out, almost grabbing her.  She gave a small
scream of surprise, and jumped back.  The other three
then looked to the corpse digging its way out of
the earth.
      "What the fuck?" Nick yelled.  They heard a gasp,
not from one of them, but from somewhere in the
graveyard.  The group looked around, and to their
horror, they saw corpses galore rising from their
tombs.
      The group backed up closer to each other as they
watched in amazement while the things clawed their way
to freedom.  The four partiers ran back to the
mausoleum and slammed the big heavy slab doors.  They
hustled back in the main room and glared out the
windows.  Outside, the corpses slowly walked towards
the building they hid in.  They were not going to be
able to stay their for long.
      "Somebody has to be playing a joke on us ...
right?" Cassie asked.
      The others looked at each other not sure what was
going on.  Dave stepped back towards the middle of the
room, trying to think of a way out of that death trap
they put themselves in.  Nick, Cassie, and Mike still
watched out the windows.  In a split second, the
coffin behind Lucifer slid open and two maggot-filled
hands wrapped around his neck.  Before he could even
utter a sound, he was jerked in.
      The three others turned around and Cassandra gave
a blood curdling scream.  "No!"
      Nick ran to the coffin but as soon as he got
there, blood squirted out, covering his face.  In
panic, Nick slammed the coffin shut.
      "We cant stay here.  We have to leave!  Now!"
      Cassie was in tears.  "We cant leave him!"
      Nick gave a look of dread and sadness.  "I'm
sorry, but its to late for him.  There's nothing we
can do."  Nick walked to the doors.  "Listen, we must
try to make a run for it to the car.  I think we can
make it."
      They all stared at each other, confused and
horrified.  They did not know what was about to happen
in the next five minutes.
      Nick flung the doors open and yelled, "Run!"  The
group ran through the graveyard.  They ran right past
the walking bodies, which were too slow to catch them.
  They then found themselves facing a wall of the
undead bastards in front of them, closing in slowly.
They stopped and ran to the left.  Mike tripped over
a tombstone and fell.  Fear gripped his body as he
realized the situation he was in.  He jumped up and
ran off aimlessly through the graveyard and kept
running.  He could see the outer walls of the cemetery
and ran faster.
      Mike found him self plummeting into the ground as
he fell into an open grave.  He looked up and the
clear night sky and tried to get up, but found himself

gasping with pain.  He fell back down.  His ankle hurt
something awful.  He must have twisted or even broken
it in the fall.  Desperately trying to get up, he
stopped in his tracks. He looked up and he was
surrounded.  The things were on all sides, and before
he even knew it was over, they descended down upon
him.  Mike fought back, like a trapped wounded mouse
would fight a cat who had the mouse in its claws.
Mike's hopeless battle ended as a chunk was bitten
from his neck.  He grabbed his wound, gasping with
pain, as they all swooped on him, tearing him apart
slowly.
      Nick ran at top speed.  He looked behind himself
to see that no one was there.  "Damn it!"  They had
somehow gotten separated.
      A zombie came from behind Nick.  He turned around
and smashed the beer bottle that he still held on its
head.  It fell back to the ground.  Nick turned to
run, but they were upon him.
      A somewhat obese corpse with maggots coming out
of its eyes came at Nick.  Nick hit it in the side of
the face with a strong punch, and its head left its
body, sailing in the air over a couple of tombstones.
He grabbed the headless body and swung it around,
hurling it on top of a couple of corpses coming behind

him.  Nick took off at top speed again.  They did not
have a chance of catching him at all.
       Cassie ran as fast as she could, but it was not
fast enough.  The others left her, and she was lost in
the huge maze of a place.  Cassie stopped, gasping.  A
horde of the creatures were ahead of her.  She turned
and even more was behind her.  She was surrounded.
      "No!" she yelled.  They came closer to her.  She
knew there was not a thing she could do but wait.
They were arm's length away now, and she knew it was
over.  Then there was a horrible howl.  It filled the
night air.  The zombies turned around and Cassie's
eyes opened wide.  Lucifer walked toward her slowly,
undead, with holes torn in him.  Blood still dripped
from his fleshy corpse.  He glanced at the others, as
if to tell them to back off.  They did just that, and
soon it was just her and him.
      "Luci?" she whispered.
      He walked towards her, his mouth open, and a
slow, long groan came out of his mouth...
      "Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Tears ran down
her eyes as she watched her dead soul mate walk
towards her.  She just could not run from him.  A
strong urge possessed her, and she ran to him,
embracing him, and held him with her eyes closed for a
while ... until  she felt a part of her skull ripped
out.
      Nick kicked another zombie out of the way and saw
his car.  He raced towards it and climbed in, locking
the doors behind him.  He started the car up, but
before he could take it out of park, Cassie raised out
of  the back seat, her eyes pure white and a chunk of
her head missing.  She grabbed him, and dragged him
into the backseat.  Nick screamed and kicked wildly,
but it was futile.  Blood  splashed onto the
windshield, and the kicking stopped.
      Cassie ripped into his chest and hungrily
devoured his intestines.  She munched his insides
vigorously sucking up some of his guts like pasta.
      Hours later into the night the moon still shined
its eerie glow upon the land below.  The cemetery was
now peaceful and quiet.  The hordes of the undead
had already left; off looking for flesh.
      Not far from there, on a lone road headed for the
city, four figures walked down the road side by side.
Lucifer, Cassie, Mike, and Nick were together again.
Lucifer and Cassie shuffled beside each other, their
hands held tightly with undying devotion.  The squad
headed towards the city.  Their party had not finished
yet.  Soon, they would let the living know what real
horror was, for now, the real party was about to begin...

HELLO EVIL AND SICK SOULS:

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HELLO HORROR FANS AND WELCOME TO ISSUE 30. WE ARE GOING TO NOW ONLY BE
BI-WEEKLY, SO WE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN IN TWO WEEKS. HAVE A HORRIFIC TIME.  <A
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EVE BLAACK

I hope all of you had a great mother's day. I know I have so far. This week I
am including here a story of arkie's we ran last week. Poor arklon22 is so
patient with me. We lost the story for several weeks, then when we first put
it on the web site....well I left off half of it. We corrected it on the web
site..but not until we had already sent out the update. so if you only read
half of it or missed it altogether here it is for your enjoyment. The link to
issue 29 is at the bottom....so scroll down when your done reading...

MIKE'S CURSE
BY ARKLON22


Mike sat in the dark corner shivering. His body
shook all over, and he just sat there with his head
down, whimpering to himself. The room was dark and
empty, and, other than Mikes low muttering, it was
silent. He was too frightened to move. He could not
believe what he had done the night before. He could
still feel the blood on his hands, even though he
washed ten times. Mike didn't understand. It was
like he could not move, could not talk, and had no
control over his body. All he could do was just watch
what his body was doing. It was like he was trapped
in his head, with someone else in control of his body.

Mike whimpered louder. He could not believe he had
murdered Trevor, his own cousin. Mike had already
forgotten about the great thing they had found, and
had forgotten about the possibility of being rich.
All he could do was think about Trevor.
Mike finally forced himself up and slowly wobbled
over to the window. He looked out at the clear
African air, sobbing more as he thought of what just
happened. Trevor always wanted to go to Africa.

* * *

Travis pulled the jeep up to the old crumbling hotel
and hastily climbed upstairs. He made his way to a
door down the hall and knocked. After a few minutes,
it opened and he went in. Dorothy shut the door
behind them.
"Have you seen Mike lately?" Dorothy walked towards
the window, admiring the view.
"No. He stayed at the dig with Trevor. They were
hoping to find more rooms." Travis replied, putting a
suitcase on a top of a drawer and opening it. The
gold and silver inside shined on his face. He looked
down at the large silver and gold cross. It had a
huge green emerald in the center.
"Yeah, those two are very excited about our find, as
we all were. John went to take care of our flight
home, and will be back soon. If you see Mike, tell
him I need to talk to him, okay?"
Dorothy nodded with a smile. “Of course.”

* * *

John Goodell opened the door to his motel room and
slid in. He walked to his bed, and was surprised to
see Mike in his room staring out the window.
"Hi, Mike. You startled me. Is something wrong?"
Mike just stood at the window, looking out over the
landscape. He then turned toward John with tears
running down his face.
"Something is wrong with me, and I don’t know what it
is."
John gave mike a confused look. "Oh, ok. Listen,
man, let me call Travis and your wife and get them
here. Maybe we can help you, ok?"
Mike just stood at the window, not saying a word.
John picked up the phone and started to dial. Mike
was about to have a breakdown. The horrible deed he
had done was too much. He just stared at the
landscape, not really seeing it. His mind was on the
night before … on the murder.
Mike began to turn towards John, but he felt his
entire body go numb. Panic struck him as he realized
that it was happening again. He tried to scream, but
he could not open his mouth, nor could he move at all.
He was fully conscious but he could not do a thing.
He could only watch whatever he was about to do.
John got a ring and waited for Travis to pick up.
Mike watched himself walk toward John. He wanted to
yell to him, to run, but he could not speak. Mike
grabbed John from behind and flung him into the
window. It shattered, flinging shards of glass
everywhere. Mike quickly ran up to John, grabbed a
sharp piece of glass from the window, and slit his
shocked victim’s neck. John stumbled across the room,
blood squirting everywhere.
Mike was not done yet. He grabbed john and flung him
out the window, watching him fall toward the ground.
After John hit, Mike just stood there, watching the
body with a grin. Suddenly, Mike felt his body again
and collapsed to the floor, screaming.

* * *

Travis picked up the phone but there was no one
there. "Ack, I'm too late." He hung up the phone and
left his room. He figured it had to be either Mike or
John, and decided to head toward where John was
staying. It was just down the street, so he didn't
have far to go. As soon as he got there, though, he
saw a crowd and some police cars.
Travis quickly got out of his car and saw John’s
body. He held in his surprise and panic. He didn't
see anyone else. The police didn't seem to have any
one in custody, so Travis quickly walked back to his
Jeep to find the others. He thought Mike and Trevor
might still be at the ruins they found, so he quickly
drove there.
As soon as he arrived, Travis quickly headed in
toward the main chamber where they had found the
cross. He walked in and saw Mike sitting on the
ground.
"Hey, Mike. You ok?"
Mike looked up at Travis, and pointed to some
writings on the wall. "I have been doing some reading
here."
Travis slowly walked toward Mike. "Where’s Trevor?"
Mike gave a weak smile and kept talking. "I was so
happy when we found this place. It was the greatest
moment of my life, which just happens to be the same
moment I was cursed. We all were, but you guys got
off easy. You only got death. Me, hehe, me, I got
worse. I got the curse of killing my friends, my
accomplices at robbing this place, then death at my
own hands. Heh."
Travis stood there, looking at Mike. He was very
concerned now. "What are you talking about? Is that
what the description says?”
Mike looked up at Travis and was about to tell him
what he had done, but he found he could not talk.
Mike screamed inside his head. He knew it was
happening again.
"Where’s Trevor?" Travis asked again, but Mike just
looked up at him with a grin. "Hmm … Ok … You have
lost it."
Travis turned around and quickly went back to his
car. Mike got up as well and followed. Travis got to
his car and stood there, thinking. He did not see
Mike come up behind him with the pickax they had used
earlier to dig through the ruins. Mike swung the ax,
impaling Travis's hand to his car. Travis gave out a
panic filled scream. Mike pulled the ax out and
raised it up to swing it again, but Travis quickly
grabbed his door handle, opened it, and slammed it
into Mike, hard. Mike fell to the ground.
Travis jumped in the car, threw it into reverse, and
sped backwards. Mike slowly got up and flung the ax
with inhuman speed at the car. It whistled through
the air and struck the windshield. The long, sharp
end of the pickax poked through. It entered Travis's
chest. He gave yet another scream; a final scream.
Travis slumped over the wheel and the car kept going
until it smashed into a tree. All was quiet again.

* * *

Dorothy slammed down the phone. None one would
answer the phone. She had no idea were her husband
was, nor her cousins. She was starting to worry.
Then she heard the knock on her door. She opened it,
and there stood Mike.
“Mike! Where have you been, and where are the
others?"
Mike just stood there, staring at her. Dorothy
noticed some blood on his shirt. "Mike? What
happened?"
He reached out at lightening speed and grabbed
Dorothy's neck, strangling her. She struggled as best
as she could, but his grasp was fierce. She had never
felt such strength from him before.
Dorothy slammed her foot down on his as hard as she
could. He grunted and let her go. She ran to her
dresser and pulled her gun out. It was empty, as she
never kept it loaded. She grabbed some bullets out of
the dresser and ran towards the bathroom. Before she
could close the door, Mike burst in grabbed her,
smashing his hand across her face. The force flung
her down to the floor.
Mike looked down at her with a bloody grin.
Somewhere inside Mike’s head, he was yelling for this
to stop, for Dorothy to flee, but he now saw that it
was over. He could not take it any longer, so he
tried his best to fight it. Mike reached down to grab
her head but stopped. He rose up, shivering a little,
and started shaking. He made loud muttering sounds as
he fought to control his body. Beads of sweat ran
down his face, as it turned red. His eyes started to
water as he tried to regain control.
Suddenly Mike could feel his body again. He could
move. He had done it. Mike leaned against the wall,
laughing, "Haha, I did it ... I did it ... Its over."
At that moment, a strong force flew into Mike’s
skull, his brains hitting the wall behind him.
Dorothy sat there, holding the gun she had finally had
gotten loaded, tears running down her red face.


ONE YEAR LATER


The courtroom was cold that day. Dorothy sat
awaiting her fate, glad that it was almost over. It
had been a year since she killed her husband, but it
seemed as though that was only the beginning of her
nightmares. She stayed in the horrible African prison
for a while before being shipped to America to be put
on trial. Things seemed to be in her favor. All the
evidence pointed to self-defense and it was revealed
that Mike did kill the others, but she still had an
ounce of fear in her.
The jury was finally let back into the room and, as
Dorothy impatiently waited, they gave the verdict: not
guilty to manslaughter, and not guilty to secondary
manslaughter. They cleared her of all charges. Her
family, sitting in the room behind her, burst into
cheers. Dorothy could not help but cry. It was
finally over. She hugged her mom and turned to walk
out with her, but, strangely, Dorothy felt her body go
numb. She tried to move but could not. She watched
herself walk toward the window and open it. She
looked down. It was six stories down. Dorothy's mind
raced. What the hell was happening to her?
The people in the courtroom watched in horror as the
last victim of the curse flung herself out the window.

pleasant nightmares and dream of us  <A
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THIS WEEK. ARKLON IS BACK IN AND I KNOW LOTS OF YOU HAVE MISSED HIM THE PAST
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PLEASANT NIGHTMARES
EVE BLAACK

HELLO EVERYONE. WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT THIS WEEK SO BE SURE TO GO SEE IT. <A
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  ALSO THE NEW SLAYMATES OF MAY ARE NOW ON THE SITE WITH OUR VERY OWN HEAD
EDITOR AUTOBAT27 TAKING HIS TURN. WE ALSO THE PENIS FLYTRAP DANCERS. GUYS
CHECK THEM OUT!!!!
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WORKING ON SOME ADVENTURES. FOR YOU WRITERS OUT THERE WHO LOVE MEDIEVAL
TIMES...GET INVOLVED..BE SURE TO CHECK EACH POST...AS THEY HAVE ANSWERS TO
THEM....IN THE FORM OF A STORY ADDITION. I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON MY
CHARACTER SUNDURA AND WILL BE ADDING SOME MORE OF HER IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF
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HAVE A HORRIFIC DAY
EVE BLAACK

WELCOME TO THIS WEEKS ISSUE OF THE HACKER'S SOURCE. I AM SO SORRY WE ARE LATE
GETTING IT OUT TO YOU. WE WERE WAITING ON SOME PICS, BUT THE FILM PLACE HAS
HELd US UP, SO WE DECIDED TO sEND OUT THE ISSUE WITHOUT THEM AND YOU WILL SEE
THEM IN NEXT WEEKS. THANK you  ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE.

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EVE BLAACK

WELCOME TO ISSUE 25 OF THE HACKER'S SOURCE. WE HAVE A LOT OF OUR SERIES
STORIES BACK THIS WEEK FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO MISSED THEM. I  KNOW I DID.
REMIND ME TO TORTURE THEM WHEN I FEED THEM THIS WEEK. DAMN WRITERS SLACKING
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HAVE A HORRIFIC DAY
EVE BLAACK

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PLEASANT NIGHTMARES
EVE BLAACK

This week is a special edition of Hacker's Source. You will find this
interview informative of an up and coming new writer/director. We will also
keep you informed of his future works and projects.
<A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/hackerssource/Interview5.htm">Interview By
Eve</A>

or type in your browser http://www.geocities.com/hackerssource/Interview5.htm\



Edited by Autobat27
Have a Horrific Weekend
Eve Blaack

For The Love Of Darkness
by L.T.Lustmord

I yearn to feel your coldness against me
When I look into the darkness its you I long to see
I want once more for our bodies to entertwine
I want once more to taste the warm,red wine
Nothing can satisfy the feeling I have inside
I feast night after night
But its you I long to be by my side
Day after day I hide from the light

The dark stranger who came to my door
Once you left light was no more
Now I wait patienly for your return
So my body can once more burn
Burn with a passion of a million years
Tasting all of humantiys tears
Not knowing fear
Only wanting,needing you near

For the love of the darkness you bring
I wait for my dark prince to come again
Through fall,winter,summer,and spring
Only your passion can set me free
Your darkness is what I need
To sip the red nectar of life with you
That is my love.......the only thing I want to do


Want to stay the night?
by Mrmacky

It was a pitch black night and there was nothing on the streets. The power
had gone out earlier that day and they hadn't fixed it yet. Shawn and his
friend Kelly were sitting out front on the curb just chillin. Across the
street was there other friend Adam. We were looking at his house thinking
about asking him if he wanted to stay the night. We decided he should since
WWF was on TV tonight. And we loved watching it together. To bad the power
was out though maybe they'll get it fixed before it starts. We always would
make up moves and try them on each other. So we walked across the street and
knocked on his door. Nobody was answering. But we knew he was home cause we
were talking to him on the Internet earlier that day. So we went to the side
of his house, unlocked the gate, walked down the steps to the sliding glass
door. Before we could walk in an old lady next door thought we were trying to
break in so she yelled at us and said she was calling the police if we didn't
go away. So we just went to the door anyway since we weren't breaking in.
Adam was usually downstairs wrestling or playing Wrestlmania 2000 for his
N64. Kelly peeked through the window while I took a piss on the fence. Kelly
said he could see Adam on the couch staring at the blank TV. The door was
unlocked so we just went on in. But he didn't turn to see us or anything. So
we snuck up from behind him to scare him. But when we got closer we saw that
there was a fork jammed in each eye. Kelly passed out. So I put him over my
shoulder and carried him down the hall to the computer room which was right
next to the stairs that went up to the front door. When I was about to run up
them but I saw a figure that was hard to make out walking down the stairs
slowly. His dads gun case was in the computer room so I tried to bust it
open. But all that happened was the handle broke off on it. The cops would
soon be on there way anyway. So I figured I could just hide or run from it.
He was just getting to the bottom of the stairs when I ran to the sliding
glass door. I just broke strait through it. But when I reached outside I
remembered that I forgot about Kelly. The figure was not behind me anymore so
I went back inside and grabbed one of the fire place pokers. And started
edging myself closer to computer room. But before I could make it there I was
attacked by him. He jumped over and jammed a spatula down my throat I
couldn't breathe anymore. I knew I was going to die so I just tried to attack
him the best I could before I was gone. I swung the poker at him. But he
ducked and stuck a knife in my back. The man drug it down and cut all my
nerves. There was blood on everything and all I could do was cry. I fell dead
on the floor. and about two seconds later Kelly came running out with a
machete and hacked the guys leg off. He fell to the ground yelping in agony.
Then Kelly swung some more. He cut all of the mans body parts off until he
was flopping around like a fish u just caught and put in a boat. Blood
squirted all over the mirror and curtain. when Kelly was about to stop his
rampage the cops came in through the broken door and shot Kelly seventeen
times in the chest thinking he was the killer. There was nothing left of him
just torn flesh and punctured intestines. The only thing holding in the
ravaged innards was the wide open rib cage as he flopped to the ground.

     Wow that was one of the coolest issues I have read at the Hackers Source.
Don't you agree Kelly. Oh yah. Oh dang it I hate when the power goes out. Oh
well lets go see if Adam wants to come over. We will have loads of fun with
the three of us.


GO DEAD GO
By Uncle Kunty

     Go dead go. See the dead go.  See the dead attack people and bite into
their necks and the gooey red cherry flavored blood run all over her dress
and floor in Romero’s “Dawn of the Dead.”  No other zombie movie has ever
had the impact that this baby has had on the horror industry.  In 1978,
Romero (George Romero, for those unenlightened pinheads who don’t watch good
horror films and think Pauly Shore is “Da Bomb.”  The only thing that is
“Da
Bomb” on him is his acting career.) released his zombie epic.  Anyhoo, Dawn
has influenced almost all of the zombie films after it, but somehow they
don’t have the impact that Dawn does. Sure, the newer films have better gore,
but Tom Savini invented those techniques.  The only problem I have with Dawn
is the association of Dario Argento, one of the most loved Italian horror
directors, besides the late king Fulci.  But I can’t stand Dario, to me his
films are nothing more that a confusing, gory mess.  I know what you're
saying. “Uncle, you’re a horror auteur, how can you not like Argento?”
First, he can’t-a speak-a good English, so that makes him as incoherent as
his films.  He reminds me of Roberto Bennigni (he can’t speak English and I
can’t spell his name. So sue me.) at the Oscars.  And what the hell is
“Creepers,” a.k.a. “Phenomena,” all about? They have a slimy pit in
their
basement. Okay.  I mean, he didn’t even exploit the beautiful Jennifer
Connelly (Schwing!).  Granted, Argento has a beautiful eye for
cinematography, but don’t let him assemble a cardboard box.  “Deep Red,”
“Terror at the Opera,” and “Bird with The Crystal Plumage” were really
not
horror but more like mysteries, we just call them horror 'cause of gore
content.  With that in mind, by all means call “Monty Python and the Holy
Grail” a horror film.  Argento horror films like “Suspiria,” “Unsane,”
and
“Creepers” are jumbled messes of, “What the hell am I watching?”  They
deliver the goods on gore, but serve little sense, unlike Italian horror gods
Bava and Fulci, who Argento obviously took influence from.  I’ve seen the
extra footage Argento shot for Dawn and it was boring.  Let him do his
“Goblin” music and be happy with that.  And I heard (because I gave up on
Argento films) that “The Stendhal Syndrome” sucked the innards out of a
pig’s ass.  I heard it was so boring (Like watching flies fuck.)!  And let’s
not forget “Trauma.”  I got head trauma from this movie after hitting myself
in the head asking, “Why did I rent this crap?”  Other than Tom’s gore,
what
was left of it in the director’s cut, what was left to like about the film?
A severed head talking just before it completely dies? Little Asia Argento
(Vavavoom!) strutting around like a street whore?  Troma has officially
released “Stendhal” on video. Why would a reputable company like Troma,
that’s used to releasing overtly weird or goofy films, release Argento's
so-called masterpiece “Stendhal"?  Mind you, I love Troma, the only truly
independent film company.  Now, I know I’ve infuriated some of the gore
hounds (or gore nerds, as I’ve come to dub them.  There are only a few chicks
that really dig gory films.  They know who they are and are beloved by the
Uncle.  Most girls just want to do their nails and hair and talk about
boys.), but Argento doesn’t impress me.  Fulci, however, had better films and
better gore, other than, "The Beyond,” a.k.a “Seven Doors to Death,” which
was a kind of dumb movie.  But he makes up for it with “The Gates of Hell,”
“Zombie,” and non-horror films like “The Smuggler.”  I really don’t
care if
you think I’m full of shit for hating Argento.  This is my opinion and if you
want to express your opinion and tell me how much of an asshole I am (Which I
already know, how much of an asshole I am.  I have an asshole convergence
chart.), then fine by me, just ask Eve Blaack and she’ll tell you to go fuck
yourself, I would.  Oh, anyway, Dawn has cool gore and story and great social
commentary, and to show I’m not a complete asshole, just a partial asshole,
the “Goblin” soundtrack kicks ass.

The Sedative Rape of Catherine
by Bledex13

Opening up the doors, I slowly peered in more.  The air was dark. Stale. No
doubt untrustworthy to the lungs of the life-pretending heart.
The scent was too isolated.  True coldness in the violent solitude it's
created.
This expectation I met as my own.
I entered slowly unsure of my acceptance.  No air exhaled from my lips. No
air did I breathe in. I anticipated this with precaution.
Knowingly, I walked carefully down the aisle, ash revised I thought only to
me.
The air lingered, strangely, praying, knowing of my sacred discipline of
intercourse.
Glowingly its force downsized me in my virginal attributes.
Like the sun's streaked reflection it omitted its own straight through me.
Silently it slipped in ways, but still it engraved my innocence raw.
In no purity of an ancient preparation, I slumped over, dead of mercy and in
teacher of morals.


I know you have all enjoyed our issue this week. Remember to check out our
web site when ya have time.  <A
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also check out the top 100 site. lots of great sites to see in here. <A
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100 - The Best Horror Sites On The Net</A>

Have a horrific week!

Welcome to Issue 23. Demonic Pumpkin is working hard on doing a face lift to
The Hacker web site. It is going to be awesome of course. He hopes to be done
next week. xulgojira aka Patrick "Reptile" Johnson sends his apologies for
not having  The Dead West in this week and last. He has been ill, but is on
the upside and will be back with us soon. We want to welcome Csidefrog, a new
talent with us this week. This week horror talents are:

Csidefrog
Ichkthybob
Dariofulci
Uncle Kunty
L.T. Lustmord
Bledex13
Mrmacky183

The Innocent
By: Cside Frog

     Sometimes the innocent are the ones who are guilty.  They are witnesses
to our
crimes and therefore are as much of any situation as are any of us.  They
witness a murder, they are as guilty as the murderer and I can prove
that...............
     Screams.........pleas..........begging just to be let go.......not to be
killed.  If only she hadn't been watching................the woman of about
21 kneels before her murderer, pleading for her release.  Her cries mean
nothing to him.  He is cold and heartless.  As the soft moonlight shines upon
her silky, blonde, just below the shoulder cut hair, she looks like an angel.
  Her tear stained face looks up at him, pleading with her innocent ice blue
eyes which could slice a person in half with a steely glare, but her eyes are
soft, forgiving, wanting to be let go.  None of these things bother him, he
sees no reason to let her go.  She is as guilty as he, just for being there
and watching him kill.  He can no longer stand to hear her voice ringing in
his ears. With onne quick movement, the cold steel sword cuts her head off
cleanly and precisely. Her head falls to the ground with a thud, rolls about
5 feet and comes to a stop at the bottom of an oak.  There is no
mess......except the little splatter of blood on his boot and the steadily
gushing blood coming from her neck.  He walks over to her head and feels no
pain as of what he has just done.  He picks up her head and sits down on the
cold frozen ground.  With one quick swift blow, he cracks open her skull,
exposing the soft fleshy tissue of her brain.  He holds her head up to the
sky as if asking for it to be blessed, and he brings it down and plunges his
head into the warm mass of the brain.  He devours her soft, squishy, warm
brain and enjoys every last bite.  He mumbles to himself, "Ahhh, I do miss
the kills.”  Meanwhile, he is unaware of the gorgeous young woman lurking
behind the oak.  She has witnessed everything he has done.  The conversation,
the pleading, everything.  Quietly she crouches down to the ground, trying
her hardest not to be heard by the inhuman creature.  She stares at his
features, studying them, as if wanting to memorize for future reference.  His
skin is wrinkled but in a hard way, it is a grayish peach color.  His lips
are a ruby red, and his mouth is somewhat red, but she could understand that
due to what she had witnessed with him eating the woman's brains.  She tries
to sneak around for a better look when a twig snaps underneath her foot.  She
catches her breath, hoping that she wont be discovered.  He perks his ears
and listens intently to the objects around him.  In the background, he can
hear shallow breathing, not of an animal but of something else.  He cannot
pinpoint exactly what it is.  The wind starts to blow and picks up a slight
scent, but recognizable.  “Miranda, my dear, come out,” he calls.  She feels
a twinge of disaster and fear overcome her.  It keeps her frozen, unable to
move or respond.  “You cannot hide from me........you know that. Where are
you?  Do you really want to make me look for you?”  And with that, she is
broken from her trance and is again refocused on where he is.  He starts
towards where she is hiding.  Slipping away from his view, she runs slightly
to hide behind a wall.  “My nose can lead me to you.  I can smell your
fear.”  Calling out to him, she forgets all about trying to conceal herself.
“Latrez, you foolish being, I have no fear!  The only thing is, I can smell
your fear.  Face it, you know I could kill you at any given moment.”  “Smell
my fear, can you? Ha, you could not smell a rat by your foot!” he angrily
shouts back.  She waits to make her move.  He approaches the wall, just as he
thought he was about to obtain her, she is on top of him with a sword to his
throat.  “Live or die...........it's up to you, but either one you choose
will be discounted.  In my book you are already dead.”  And with that she
slices his head off with a quick push through.  His lifeless body lies on the
ground.  Feeling pleasure in her kill, she laps up the blood.  “Never screw
with the innocent,” she says to Latrez’s dead body.

FEAR OF THE DARK CORRIDOR
By Ickthybob

     He clutched the cold iron poker tightly in his trembling hands. Redness
glowed within his fingers and knuckles, blood pumping harder, faster.  His
stare shot down the hallway into the abyss of darkness.  The walls aligned,
with the faces of centuries past.  He hoped he would not be the next one
immortalized on canvas.  He new it would come for his for the last time.  He
was not afraid of it anymore.  This was a stand, for his sanity and soul.  No
longer would the beast take his sanity away.  He pondered this, till his head
swelled with pain.  He wondered, “Could it be stopped?”  He raised his arms
to defend the oncoming creature.  He knew, that since he created it, he could
end its life cycle.  It was living off his fear and he would no longer feed
it.  This final confrontation would determine his sanity.  It bellowed deep
within the darkness of the hallway, a deafening howl.  An ungodly sound that
echoed in his ears like a siren.  It's echo, stood the hairs on his neck.
His hands turned a pale white.  He knew it was coming soon.  But he stood
fast, ready.  His eyes witnessed a blurry mass, rumbling toward him in from
the darkness. His knees wobbled with every rumble, but he locked them
together to keep balance. The pictures, lined on the walls, began to shake
and fall to the floor, with every massive step of the creature.  But he stood
alert; there was no backing down. The blurry mass focused, getting clearer
and clearer with it's advancing. As it came into the light, it was a twisted
tentacle creature with glazed over red eyes, several to be exact.  With a
widened gaping jaw, lined with rows of jagged teeth.  Skin like leather, with
spike protruding from it. This creature was different than he thought, it had
grown bigger and fiercer with his fear, which was becoming increasingly
volatile.  But with it's advancing, the darkness surrounded it, as if it
followed it.  He raised his weapon above his head and yelled out a scream of
courage.  He darted toward the oncoming creature.  It howled a deafening
scream that shattered the encased glass pictures.  He ran into the darkness,
which swelled and engulfed the hallway.  After a few moments of his war
cries, the trembling and high pitch howls of the creature drowned him out.
Then all went silent and the pictures were still again.

                 Untitled
            By Dariofulci

I walk the lonely path
into the void ahead
the world closes in around me
I walk alone
into eternity
destroying all I leave behind
marching onward though the gates
as the city collapses behind me
to the void I must go
to the void where I will end the world
those who try to stand against me fall
with a wave of my hand and a word they die
plants wither at every step
animals die when they catch my scent
black plague end of time
I have come from the rotting pits
of the ghastly demons.
Emotionless I plow forward
death is all I crave
I am the destroyer of worlds
and arrogant humans
the old one has spoken
and the verdict is death
arrogant humans, this is your last day
I have come and thou shall die
hail death
hail pain
hail the destroyer of worlds
hail I, the one who has no name
the one who until now never mattered
nothing .......
--------------------------------------

WWW.HELL.COM
BY ARKLON22

    Josh sat in his room, happily typing away on his computer. The walls of
his room were covered by many death metal and horror movie posters. Cannibal
Corpse blasted away on his CD player, and Josh was lost in the world of the
Internet. He had just left an autopsy chat room and started to look for a few
horror related sites. Josh had always been into the dark and grim macabre
subjects. The occult, supernatural, and devil worship all fascinated him.
Josh put "satanic web sites" in his search engine and pressed search. As he
waited for it to find the sites, he sat back in his chair and looked up at
the fake skull sitting across the room in one of his cabinets. Behind it on
the wall was his fave poster, Gates of Hell, along with a little one showing
Father Thomas, the priest from that movie, hanging from a noose in a
graveyard. Josh looked back at his computer screen and, instead of taking him
to the many sites it had found, it took him into one particular site. Josh
sat there staring at the name, "Lucifer's Domain." It intrigued him, so he
began to search his new discovery.
       Josh searched through it and was amazed as he looked at the many
pictures it held, all supposedly showing what hell really looked like. Josh
was amazed, the pictures actually looked real. He stared at a pic showing
five people, naked, with their flesh burnt off, lying in salt and with many
sharp objects sticking into them. The site also had audio and the sound of
the men in pain blasted through the comp. Josh listened to the moaning and
the screaming, he was actually a little spooked. Whoever made this has some
talent, Josh thought. He explored the rest of the site,  glancing at the many
pics of torture and of hell. Josh thought this was the coolest site he had
seen, most of the others like this looked fake and were just lame, but this
one, he could tell it was created by an expert.
      Josh left the room to get himself a glass of apple juice, he hurried as
he shoved the ice in his glass, he wanted to get back to the comp so he could
finish looking at the site. Josh finally got what he needed and headed back.
When he got back he glanced at the screen, someone had instant messaged him.
He sat down and set his drink down. The IM was not normal, there was no
screenname on it, it was black, so he had no idea who sent it, but it did
have a message. "Hi there, enjoying my web site?" Josh sat and stared at it
for a while, then he answered it "Huh, yes, I am, This is your site?" There
was a slight pause, then an answer. "Yes, this is, welcome."
        Josh sat there, wondering how someone could send him a screenname-less
instant message, but it didn't surprise him that much, the hackers nowadays
could figure out how to do just about anything. Then Josh got another message
from his unknown host. "So, my friend, is there anything you would like?
Anything in your wildest dreams?" Josh smiled as he read the message. "Hehe,
this guy really is a nut job," he thought. Josh figured the guy was just a
tad too into this whole thing, but he figured he would play along. "Mmm, I
don't really know, that's a tough one." It took no time at all for whoever it
was to answer, "Just think, anything you could want. If you could have it,
what would it be?" Josh thought for a while, then quickly thought about Paul
and how much he hated him and his retard friends. But he quickly got off that
and thought of what he could want if he could have anything. Before Josh
could think of anything, he got another message. "There are those that you
hate, those you'd like to see get what's coming to them, no?" Josh sat there,
staring at what it said. "Whoa," he thought, "that was just a tad creepy."
"Mmm, why do you ask?" Josh answered back. "What if I said you could get
revenge on them, pay them all back, I can help you." Josh gave a little
laugh. "Hehe, yeah, I bet you could," he thought to himself. Josh was very
intrigued. He figured he would go along with this, see how far this guy was
willing to take the joke. "Mmm, OK, there are 4 guys I'd like to get, Paul,
Steve, Matt and Barry." Josh leaned back in his chair, he took his mouse and
clicked the site into his favorite places, then he got a response. "That can
be done, all you must do is sign a small contract and revenge will be yours."
Josh laughed out loud. "Man, this guy is wild, he is takin' this far too
seriously."
         The screen went black and lit up, and Josh was staring at a small
form with a spot to sign at the bottom. "Wow, how did he do that?" Josh read
through the form and, as he suspected, it said all he needed for exchange was
his soul. Josh was really enjoying what was happening. He thought it was a
trip. He looked at the form, hesitant at first, but decided to go for it and
see what happened next. Josh signed his name but, before pressing enter, he
took a look at the contract that he just signed his soul over with. The idea
amused him greatly and he decided to print it out as a souviner. It only took
5 minutes to print, and when it was done he pressed enter. It took him back
to the website but there was no instant message screen in the corner, it was
gone. "Mmm, okay, I guess that's it then." Josh looked at the site some more,
then signed off.
      Steve clicked the TV off and set the remote down, annoyed, he could not
find anything worth his time on TV. It seemed to be getting like that more
and more. Steve stood up and walked through his living room towards the
bathroom. Steve figured he would go to bed early tonight, he did have a long
day ahead of him. Steve looked himself over in the mirror and grabbed his red
toothbrush, he bent over to get the toothpaste when, out of the corner of his
eye, he saw his reflection, still standing in his original position. Steve
quickly rose up to look back in the mirror, and his reflection stood there,
smiling at him with a demonic grin that sent shivers down his spine. Steve
was about to utter, "What the fuck," but before he could, the glass of the
mirror itself expanded out, quickly forming a hand and clutching onto Steve's
neck. Steve gasped for air as he grasped with both his hands at the glass
hand attached to the mirror, but its grip was too strong. Steve fought and
fidgeted as much as he could, but it was no use. The glass hand squeezed with
inhuman strength and Steve could not breathe, he struggled valiantly but it
was over. The last he heard was the snap of his neck breaking. The hand let
go and Steve's lifeless body slumped to the bathroom floor. The glass hand
disappeared in the mirror and the bathroom was once again calm.
     Josh woke up early that morning, he made himself some breakfast and sat
down in the living room, his grandparents were gone already, they were always
gone, it seemed, he barely saw them anymore, but he was always proud of them.
That old and they still worked very hard like they were young, they collected
no Medicare or any kind of welfare check that the elderly usually received.
His grandparents refused to let their old age get the better of them, and
Josh respected them dearly for that, he had lived with them ever since his
parents died in a car wreck when he was a child. A drunk driver had suddenly
swerved in front of them head on, they never knew what hit them. Josh was
devastated for a few years after that, but he was able to get over it and get
on with his life, though the pain still remained somewhere deep inside him.
       Josh put his dishes in the sink and sat back down in the living room,
reading the morning's paper. He read for a while about the political scandal
over the senator caught with 3 hookers, then turned the pages to see what
else was fucked up with the state he lived in. Then he saw it, his blood ran
cold as he stared at the article. He could not believe his eyes. It read,
''Local teen found dead by parents." Beside the article was a picture of
Steve. Josh read through the article, not believing what he was reading. It
didn't give very much info, just that he was found dead in the bathroom and
that there was not a mark on him. The authorities believed he had had some
kind of heart attack. Josh leaned back, stunned, and just thought to himself
for a while. He figured it was probably just a coincidence, but it still
spooked the hell out of him.
       Later that day, Josh found himself in the local library, looking up the
occult, trying to see if he could find anything about making "pacts" with the
devil. He looked for hours and finally found something that interested him, a
whole chapter about it. Josh read as much as he could. He looked up deals
with Satan that had anything to do with revenge, and what he read chilled
him--once the deal is made, those who have been "marked" will die one by one,
and after the last one breathes his last breath, he claims the soul of the
one he made the pact with. Josh tried to find if there was any way to break a
deal with Satan after you made it, but he could not find anything on it. He
eventually put the books away and figured he was being silly, he was not
going to lose his soul. He was letting this all go to his head.
     Josh went home and did some homework, it was a Saturday and he wanted to
have the entire Sunday free without having to worry about anything that had
anything to do with school. Then he went to bed.
      The next morning, Josh saw that his grandparents were gone yet again, so
he fixed his own breakfast once more. Josh was very good at fending for
himself, he learned at a very young age.
       Josh turned the TV on and watched some Gilligan's Island, then he
noticed the paper on the coffee table. He really did not want to read it this
morning, but could not resist it for some odd reason. He scanned through it
and his heart sank, what he was hoping not to see was in there. "Fatal car
crash takes life of Russellville
teen," beside the caption was a picture of Matt. Josh weakly read through it
and again found not very much information, just that it had happened
yesterday and that he was killed instantly. They found two pieces of him, his
upper half 30 yards from his lower half.
       Josh threw the paper down in disgust. He could not deny what was
happening. He quickly got dressed and rushed out the door, he had to find a
way to stop what he had done.
      Barry had finally gotten ready, he was so pumped up. He had not only two
dates that night, but 3, he loved women, as many as he could, he just hoped
none of them ever found out about each other. He walked up the stairs, it was
an old house and his parents were always into that gothic shit, so the top of
the stairs had little cupid statues with little bows. He hated those things,
they creeped him out. He went into his room and grabbed what he needed, his
comb, some breath mints, and a box of condoms. He went back towards the
stairs, got to the top of them and stopped. As he put his comb in his pocket,
unknown to him, the little stone cupid slowly moved his head towards him, and
aimed its bow. Barry got everything in his pocket and went to head down the
stairs, but a small arrow plunged into his neck. Barry fell against the
dresser that was in front of the wall at the top of the stairs, then fell
forward, rolling down the stairs.  He hit the bottom hard and his right leg
snapped with a huge crack. Barry screamed as he saw a long sharp fragment of
his bone poking far out of his leg. He sat there in pain, moaning, when he
heard a screeching sound. He looked up and saw the dresser slowly moving
towards the stairs. Barry's eyes widened with fear, and he started to scream
at the top of his lungs. The dresser moved closer to the stairs, the two
little cupids behind it, pushing. Barry lay there screaming, but it was
futile. The dresser hit the stairs violently and loudly rolled down the
staircase. All Barry could do was scream in pure terror as he watched it come
towards him. The dresser crashed to the bottom of the stairs, landing on
Barry. Blood splattered in all directions as most of his bones were crushed
instantly. His blood covered hand shook rapidly, then stopped, never to move
on its own ever again.
       Josh pulled across the street from Barry's house and yelled, laying his
head on the steering wheel. The area was covered with police cars and they
were taking a body out on a cart. Josh quickly put the car in drive and drove
away. It took him a while to find Paul's house. He went up to the door, not
knowing what he was going to say, but he knew he had to make sure he lived
long enough for him to find a way to stop it. Josh knocked on the door and,
after a small wait, it opened and Paul came to the door. "What the fuck do
you want?" Josh looked at him, not knowing what to say. "Paul, listen, man, I
know you hate me, but you are in danger. Please, just listen to me." Paul
gave him a crazy look. "What?" Josh knew this was not going to go well.
"Listen. Matt, Steve, and Barry are already dead! Trust me, you're next."
Paul shook his head. "Fuck you, you retard, get the hell out of here." Paul
then slammed the door in Josh's face. He stood there for a minute, then
slowly started to walk back to his car. Paul walked back into his living
room. "Dear God, that guy is a freak," he said, as he picked up the TV guide.
He then glanced over to the fireplace."I don't remember starting that fire."
He walked closer to it and, before he could react, a gush of flame flew out,
covering his backside. He fell to the ground, screaming. Josh, who was at his
car, heard the scream and rushed in. He saw Paul on the ground, his back on
fire. Josh grabbed a throw rug and slapped it on his back, putting the fire
out. He helped Paul up. "Are you okay, man?" Paul gave him a confused look.
"Yeah. What the hell was that?" Then the fire in the fireplace got larger and
started sparking flames out halfway across the living room. "What the
fuck?!!" Paul yelled.  Josh grabbed Paul. "Listen, man, we have to get out of
here, trust me." Paul reluctantly followed him to his car. Paul got in and
Josh ran to the other side. All at once, all the locks in the car locked.
Paul tried to unlock them, but he couldn't. Josh tried to open his door, but
it would not open. He looked into the car and saw it put itself in drive.
Josh quickly busted the window open and jumped in. The car took off flying
down the road. Josh got all the way into the car and tried to stop it. But it
was no use, the car was taken over by an unknown force. "What the fuck is
going on?" yelled Paul, and Josh looked out the windshield with a worried
look on his face. "Listen, man, something is trying to kill you, and if that
happens I die. Don't ask, please." They both saw that they were headed
towards a busy intersection, and both started to scream at the top of their
lungs. The car flew through it, barely avoiding the incoming traffic. They
looked at each other, laughing a little, then noticed they were headed right
towards a huge diesel truck. "Awwwwwwww!!!" they both yelled. The car kept
going right at it, and when it was seconds from impact, the diesel swerved
out of the way and they flew past it. "We have to get the hell out of here,"
Josh said. They looked up and saw that the car was headed for a building.
"Listen, man, we have to jump out the window." "What? Are you insane?" Josh
gave a sigh. "Listen, if we stay here, we're dead." Paul looked at him with a
grim concerned face. Josh crawled out of the way and yelled, "Go now!!" Paul
went to the window and looked out. He hesitated, not believing he was about
to do this. "Hurry, man!!!" Josh yelled. Paul then leaped out of the car
without thinking and hit the ground hard. Josh saw him rolling on the ground
away from the car and hoped he would be okay. He dove out the window himself,
feeling a sharp pain in his side, then all over. He hit the cement and
rolled. Josh sat up, blood running down his cheeks from his forehead. He
watched as his car slammed into a brick wall, the entire front end smashing
together. He got up and quickly ran to Paul. Paul was already up but limping
badly. Josh put Paul's arm over him and helped him walk. They headed towards
Josh's house. About a block later, they heard the police sirens heading
towards the crash scene.
       They walked faster. It took them an hour to get to Josh's house. They
barged in, with Josh hoping his grandparents were once again gone. They were.
They went into Josh's room and locked the door. Josh instantly jumped on his
computer and signed on. "Man, what are you doing?" Paul asked, confused over
the whole deal. "I'm going to try to find a way to break the deal on the
Internet. There has to be something." Paul looked at him, still very puzzled.
"Deal?" Josh gave a deep sigh. "It's a long story, just believe me, the
Internet got us into this and it's going to get us out." Then the screen went
black and Josh found himself staring at the Lucifer's Domain website. "Oh
shit............" Josh stared at it, not knowing what was about to happen.
An image came on of two people being burnt to a crisp. He could hear their
screams of agony. Josh realized who it was right off the bat. "No ...
no!!!!!!! Mom!! Dad!!!" He watched as his parents sizzled and screamed in
pure horror. He quickly clicked the site off and lay his head on the desk,
sobbing. Paul walked slowly to him. "Listen, man, I know it hurts, but you
must find a way out of this. I think it's trying to delay you. Please, snap
out of it."
          A gust of wind started to fill the room. Josh slowly raised his
head, and glanced at the window. It was closed. "How can it be windy inside a
house?" Josh quickly decided that he better hurry for both their sakes.
Turning back to the monitor, he again started looking for any satanic type
sites. Josh then heard Paul's voice from behind. "Holy shit......" Josh
turned around and saw Paul looking at his Gates of Hell poster with the
priest in it. The priest was there in the poster slowly swinging, his hair
bristling in the breeze. Josh could not believe what he was seeing. "What the
fuck?" The priest's eyes quickly opened. "Ack!!" Paul yelled, and quickly
yanked the poster down. They looked at each other, both beyond being
frightened.
       Josh turned back to the monitor. He went into many sites, but he barely
found anything on making deals and such, except for one that looked
promising. He went in. Josh once again heard Paul gasp, he turned around and
saw that the skull on his dresser was slowly growing veins and blood on it,
then tissue, then eyes began to  form. The skull slowly turned into a human
head. Josh realized who it was, his mother. She opened her eyes and started
yelling, in pure pain, "Ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, help me, it hurts...oh, for the
love of God, please help me!!!" The head sat there yelling and crying, and
Josh couldn't hold it in. He began to cry and stood up to the skull. "You're
not my mother!!!" He slapped it off of the dresser and it hit the floor, just
a mere fake skull once again. Josh ran back to his comp. He was determined to
not let them stall him any longer. Josh found what he wanted, and his heart
jumped with excitement, as he began to read fast. Paul stood behind him,
scared shitless and not saying a word. He then felt something swing around
his neck and suddenly he couldn't breathe. The little rope tie on the
curtains had flung up and wrapped around him, squeezing heard. Paul tried to
call for help but he could not speak. He fell to his knees, the strength
starting to leave him. Josh slumped as he read what the site had to say. "The
only way to break the pact is to destroy the contract." Josh knew for sure
that the contracts were not shown in the "Lucifer's Domain" site. He had no
way to get it. Then he realized...he printed it!!  He jumped up and saw Paul
choking with the rope around his neck. He quickly ran to his dresser, slung
it open, and grabbed the contract. He went to rip it up, but the skull rolled
between his feet, and now it was his dad's head. "Help me!!!!" Blood ran down
his mouth. Josh gave a yelp and fell. He sat there, tears running out of his
eyes, stunned, as he looked at his father's bloody head. Paul was lying on
the ground, the life almost out of him. Josh could do nothing but stare at
his father's head. He quickly shut his eyes and tried to regain his
composure. He reached over, grasped the contract and ripped it in half. A
bright flash filled the room and everything was normal. The wind was gone.
His father's head was gone now, just a fake skull. Paul lay on the ground,
breathing heard, grasping his neck. Josh went over to inspect him. "Are you
okay?" Paul looked around slowly. "Huh, yeah, I think so ... is it over?"
Josh smiled, relieved. "Almost, just one more thing to do." He walked to his
computer, and threw an ashtray into the screen. "I need to kick a habit
anyway." Paul gave a weak grin. "Ya know, I could of just hacked the site."
Josh gave a small smile of his own. "Mmm, hack Satan? I don't think even the
pope has enough balls." They sat there, lying on the floor, glad that they
had actually managed to escape hell.
      Young Tracy sat at her computer. She felt her nose ring as she looked at
the cool new site she had found. It was filled with many awesome pics of what
was supposed to be hell. She then looked up as someone immed her. The im was
blank where it was supposed to show the sender's name. It said, "Hello and
welcome to my site. May I be of service to
you?......................................................"

The Worst Walk
by mrmackey

      It was a Saturday night and Christina was taking a walk. She just left
her apartment and began her way down Birdsdale. Her boyfriends house was down
the road so she decided to go see him. About a half a mile down the road she
took a right and jumped up the steps on his porch. She looked at her watch
and noticed it was 11:24 so she didn't think he would be in bead. "Jacob are
u in there?" she yelled as she rang the door bell, nobody answered. The door
swung open as she was about to walk away. Christina hesitating at first
peeked in and nobody was in site. She stepped in and found his motorcycle
helmet laying on the couch. Christina picked it up and a head fell out of it
that had a cheese grader jammed in it's throat. The mangled face had peace's
of skin hanging off it and the other parts of graded off skin was glued to
his scalped skull. She was about to run out of the house but when she turned
around there was a person standing in front of the now locked door. Christina
turned and ran down the hall into Jacob's room and locked it. The man crashed
through the door and jammed a knife into her stomach. He twisted it and tore
it out of her. Blood flew out all over the window. Christina wasn't dead so
he grabbed her hair and drug her into the garage. Jacob's lifeless body was
laying on the cold floor. The man waked Christina in the head with a cup just
hard enough to knock her unconscious. When she came to she was laying on the
couch in front of the TV. There was a video playing that looked like it just
started. Oh good it was just a dream she thought in her mind. She called out
for Jacob thinking he started the movie for them to watch but nobody
answered. She looked up at the TV. And on the screen was a home movie. It was
in Jacob's garage. And the man was standing there hollowing out Jacob's body.
There was a pile of guts and muscles on the floor. Then the large intestine
was flung onto the pile finishing the job. then She saw herself being placed
into the skin of Jacob. The man then proceeded to sew up his skin covering
hers. Then man slid Christina's fingers into his and her legs into his. Then
his empty head was placed on top of hers and sewed onto her neck Then the
rape stopped. She looked down at her body and hers wasn't there just her
boyfriends. Christina screamed and jumped up and ran into the kitchen, turned
on the disposal  in the sink, and stuck her hand in and chopped up her
finger. Bone and blood flung up at her. Then she pulled out her hand and
stuck her arm into the opening. And tried to pull off all of the carcass. It
didn't work so she ran into the garage and slipped on all the guts. Christina
got up and grabbed the torch that was on the work bench. she tried to burn it
all off but that didn't work. Then she heard a person at the door. She turned
around and saw that it was Jacob's Mom. The light was off so she couldn't see
the guts. Then Christina said in a manly voice. "There was a crazy person in
the house. He cut off my fingers and gutted my girlfriend Christina. I ran in
here to burn him with the torch but he got away before I could get him."
     "Oh no I'm going to call the cops she said" And she walked away.

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THOSE CRAZY TEXAS KIDS
By Uncle Kunty

     I was rummaging through some old porno mags, when I came across a letter
I wrote to a friend, during gym class, after I had a date the night before in
1974.  I think it still applies today, what do you think?

     Hey dude, I took Sandy out to the drive-in in my newly washed Charger.  I
got that new 8-track player, too.  Man, they will never make anything better
than that (I should have never bought all those stocks of 8-track.). Well,
anyway, I took her to see this double feature.  One was this Disney flick.
We made out during it.  Then, there was this crazy flick, "The Texas Chainsaw
Massacre” (Back then I didn’t put quotation marks around a movie title, but
now I’m a professional.).  It was this flick about these kids, in an
un-detailed van; man, the stuff they could have done would be so groovy.
Yeah, well, man, they go to this farmhouse.  And this is the part where Sandy
got all close to me and started rubbing her hands allkfdgiycgwecbwhcb (This
is exactly how the letter was written at this point.  I must have been
high.). And then this dude with a hammer smashed this other dude.  Sandy put
her face to my chest and almost poked her eye out with all my chains
underneath my shirt. I said, “Yo, bitch, watch the gold” (It sounds like
I’m
black here, but I just saw Dolemite or something and thought I’d chew out the
bitch with some street lingo.  But coming from a white boy, it just don’t
sound right.). This dude with the hammer though, had a face made from like
other people's skin.  He also ran around with a loaded chainsaw, man, it was
groovy. He put this one chick on a meathook, it was jivin'. I yelled out,
“Sit on it, man."  Sandy thought that was funny but her mouth was too full to
laugh (She was eating popcorn, what do you think she was doing? Sickos). Then
there was like this chick, she was a stone groove baby.  And the father
kidnapped her and brought her back to the house and tortured her.  Sandy was
like scared and smoking at the same time, it was wild.  But this movie was
the most fucked up (that’s exactly what I wrote back then. Isn’t that the
most fucked up thing.) thing I ever saw.  If I were in that movie I would hop
on a motorcycle and Evil Knievil my ass out of there.  So after the movie, I
asked my babe what she thought? She said, “The movie was a metaphor for
insanity and the identity of man was a mutilated mess in this era of free
love where the woman is bound against her will to suffer the onslaught of the
male ego.  Nevertheless undermining the struggle of people in a situation to
overcome their fears and survive against the chauvinism of man and his lust
for technology, being the chainsaw as not just a toll of aggression and
power, but pertaining to a sexual extension.  It is clear to me the path of
which this society will lean in further decades.”  “Bitch, get the fuck out
of my car!”  I opened her door and booted her out on her ass. And started the
car and drove away.  But I thought the movie was a gas.  Well, man, I’ll call
you after Hawaii Five-O.

Your buddy, Uncle Kunty

     Well, there you have it.  A review from 1974 of “Texas Chainsaw
Massacre.”  It was, like I said, a gas.  And still stands as one of the best
psycho genre movies out there.  None too many films have matched its tenacity
and violent content.  It is still herald as one of the goriest films ever,
without even having any gore in it at all.  It is one of those movies that if
you saw it when it first came out, it was great, and if you saw it today, for
the first time, it still kicks ass.  That says a lot about a movie.  Gunnar
Hansen portrays Leatherface, the best Leatherface ever, in my opinion,  Jim
Sidow as Chop-Top, just one funny dude, and Marilyn Burns as the tormented
chick who, in my opinion, ought to have gotten an Oscar for her portrayal.
And as for the film's director, Tobe Hooper, maybe he’ll do the next one.  He
desperately needs a hit.  Well, this is a classic, and as for Sandy, she went
on to be a Woman’s Liberator or she became a lesbian Nazi hooker, I’m not
sure.

I just wanted to put a quick note here on this. JP is a new writer for The
Hacker's Source and in our opinion a very extremely talented man. We are
honored he is joining the permanant staff of the new published Hacker's
Source.

Tod Browning - by  JP

Tod Browning's world was one of shadows and secrecy and his pictures
celebrated the lives of people far from mainstream society. Browning, one of
the foremost fantasists of silent film, deeply influenced the work of those
who have tried to follow his mysterious footsteps.

Todd Browning was born in Louisville Kentucky  in 1882. From an early age, he
dreamed of leaving his home town for a life on the road, traveling with a
carnival. Eventually, he realized his goal, performing menial tasks for
small-time shows. Drifting to California, he became involved in the fledgling
film industry.

Browning's first directing credit was on a one-reel film: THE LUCKY TRANSFER
(1915), starring Mary Alden. Over the next five years, he would direct
thirty-seven features and shorts for companies like Reliance, Majestic, Fine
Arts and Universal. Hired by Irving Thalberg at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, Browning
directed his first major hit: THE VIRGIN OF STROMBOUL (1920).

Moving to Universal, Browning completed seven features over the following
three years including; OUTSIDE THE LAW (1921), UNDER TWO FLAGS (1922) and
WHITE TIGER (1923) before a falling out with Junior Leamelle, then head of
the studio, caused him to tear up his contract.

After three films for Joseph Kennedy at F.B.O, Browning was rehired by Irving
Thalberg. and returned to M.G.M.  THE UNHOLY THREE (1925), starring Lon
Chaney, set the pattern for his subsequent career. A macabre tale concerning
a trio of freakish robbers, UNHOLY THREE was a resounding hit and insured the
director and star would work together on future projects.

Browning and Chaney went on to create THE BLACKBIRD and THE ROAD TO MANDALAY
(1926). THE UNKNOWN and LONDON AFTER MIDNIGHT (1927), THE BIG CITY and WEST
OF ZANZIBAR (1928) and WHERE EAST IS EAST before Chaney fell ill, postponing
their next project; THE SEA BAT which they never made Chaney had contacted
cancer and after completing his only sound film; Jack Conway's remake of THE
UNHOLY THREE (1930), died on August 26th, 1930 at age forty-eight.

The films of Browning and Chaney were rooted in mutual obsession. In almost
every film, Chaney was crippled or mutilated in one way or another and
portrayed the hero as victim. Set in strangely stylized fantasy worlds, the
pictures owed much to German expressionism. The unreality of the
Browning/Chaney movies greatly added to the horror at their center
Following the death of Chaney, Browning discovered Bela Lugosi on the
Broadway stage and brought him west to recreate his role as DRACULA (31). The
mesmerizing performance of the classically trained Hungarian actor made him
an instant star. Though a bit stage bound, the movie was a tremendous hit,
earning the greatest return of any Browning film.

By now hailed as the master of the macabre, Browning's FREAKS (1932), based
on the story "Spurs", took place within a traveling side show and had a cast
of genuine human oddities. Though hailed by a few perceptive critics, the
film sickened a lot of viewers, was quickly dropped from release and lost
much of its' investment. Ar around the same time, Browning;s MGM champion;
Irving Thalberg, died, leaving him without an advocate at the studio.

Following a program picture; FAST WORKERS (1933), Browning returned to the
horror film with MARK OF THE VAMPIRE (1935) starring Lugosi. THE DEVIL DOLL
starring Lionel Barrymore followed in 1936 with both films earning a modest
profit. MIRACLES FOR SALE starring Robert Young was released by MGM in 1939.
Sadly, it was Browning's last movie.

With his second wife; Alice, Browning retired to his Malibu cottage. Always
an inveterate gardener, the director called the property "Todd's Little
Acre". While he kept up with news of the industry, Browning seldom discussed
his career. He died in 1962, twenty-two years after making his final picture.

Todd Browning's used mainstream film as a medium of personal expression . His
movies continue to fascinate and repel today's audience in equal measure,
much as they did when first shown, over sixty years ago.


Todd Browning
For research, dates and some biographical details I relied upon Skall and
Sevada's DARK CARNIVAL (1997), Leonard Maltin's TV MOVIES, 2000 Edition and
The Internet Movie Data Base.

Published (in a seriously edited form) in Video Eyeball, 1997
Restored, re-written and expanded, 1999


Salem
Chapter IV
by Kriptkeeper13
     The sky burned a crimson red shade as the sun settled over the horizon.
The courthouse was turning dark now and Judge Morris was getting his
documents and supplies ready to head home.  He still could not remember whose
head had been on his desk earlier that day, but he would soon do.  Judge
Morris took a lantern off his desk on one hand and on the other his portfolio
and headed towards the door.
     As the Judge locked the courthouse from the outside a woman carelessly
collided with him.  Judge Morris immediately turned towards the woman to
apologize and met her face to face.  It was Veronica.  The Judge had never
seen her up close, not even when he was at the wedding ceremony as a witness.
  "I am sorry Veronica, I did not see you coming."  The Judge was staring at
her face with wonder in his eyes because he knew he had seen her before too.
Veronica did her best to evade his powerful stare by turning away from him.
"I am sorry.  I'm so clumsy.  I must get going, good night sir."  Veronica
started to walk away very quickly.  Judge Morris remembered now.  He knew he
had seen both those faces before.  He finally knew who she was, and who the
head belonged to-the Putnam's orphans.  Judge Morris almost muttered "Mary
Putnam" aloud but decided to restrain himself.  Mary disappeared from sight
after a few minutes, and the Judge also headed home as quickly as possible.
     Veronica's charade would crash to the ground that very day, in a few
hours Judge Morris planned to visit Leon and tell him everything.  Judge
Morris entered his house and immediately lit candles to produce enough light
to write a letter.  In that letter he explained everything about who Veronica
was and her possible motives and also about Thomas, the werewolf.  Judge
Morris' hand scribbled furiously on the piece of paper, he knew his life
would be endangered if Veronica so much as suspected him knowing her secret.
After completing the letter the old man folded it and sealed it with a red
wax stamp.  He knew that if anything happened to him Leon would investigate
so he placed the valuable letter inside a small wooden trinket box.  The
Judge left his house and started his journey towards Leon's house.
     The final rays of sunshine retreated themselves from Salem and darkness
engulfed the town.  Leon walked through the incredibly cold forest holding a
lantern that seemed to dance and create morbid shadows from the black trees
around.  The tranquil sound of water scurrying down a stream followed Leon
and his dancing lamp.  The forest was inundated by thick fog that settled on
the dark soil and mutated the earth's sinister shade to a seemingly pure
white tone.  The full moon's reflection dangled and bobbed on the river's
crystalline surface.
     After Leon walked further along the river, it split in two as prophesied
by Judge Morris.  Standing majestically between the two rivers was an immense
blackened tree that seemed to have been dead for centuries.  On that tree no
birds made a nest, and no creature made his home.
     Leon held the lamp out in front of him and the tree and on its ebony
trunk the name "Eleanor" was carved.  Leon placed the lamp on a tree limp
high above his head and began digging on the spot prescribed by Judge Morris.
  As Leon shoveled into the dark soil a large red bird landed on the same tree
limb as the lamp without making a sound.  The bird was blood red, and on its
head were what seemed to be horns.  Its beak was huge and it eyes glowed a
bright red-orange that appeared to be embers from the deepest pits of hell.
Leon did not notice the bird on his lamp and kept digging deeper and deeper.
The bird moved forward and leaped to a lower limb of the tree landing in
front of the smoked crystal lantern.  The bird's immense shadow was cast upon
Leon and the excavation site blocking most of the already dim light.
Leon felt the presence blocking the light and gripped the shovel with his
powerful hands getting ready to make deadly use of it.  The bird looked at
Leon and spread its tremendous wings blocking all of the lamps light.  Leon
began turning around slowly trying to see who or what was behind him.  As he
turned the bird gave up an extremely loud and horrifying screech which
pierced the silence and shattered the peacefulness of the dark forest.  The
screech sent the few birds within the vicinity fleeing hurriedly and the
other animals in the forest could be heard screaming and making horrible
noises that seemed to come from demons and witches.  Loud roars and growls
came from every corner and Leon finally turned around and faced the beautiful
yet terrifying creature.
The forest sounds intensified and seemed to be approaching Leon--even the
river grew wild and aggressive as the current increased and splattered out
from its frontiers.  Leon closed his eyes trying to block out the incredibly
loud sounds all around him and suddenly everything grew quiet.  Leon began
breathing hard and opened his eyes.  Wind began to pick up and the trees came
alive and motioned their branches back and forth as if hailing the darkest of
fiends which walked the forest at night, out from the shadows Leon could see
a multitude of glowing red eyes glaring at him and the bird.  The river had
grown louder and startled Leon, he turned to it and blood had replaced the
crystal clear water.  The bird once again screeched and the orchestra of
hideous clamor once again performed to the terrified ears of Leon.
The bird began flapping its wings and finally made its flight towards Leon
opening its sharp talons and screeching.  Leon was struggling to move but he
was frozen in place by fear.  The bird crashed on Leon's face and sent the
scared youth to the ground with lacerations on his face.  The bird could be
heard flapping its wings and scrawling in rage as it circled the forest
getting ready to make its dreadful return.  Leon came to his senses and stood
up.  Struggling for air, Leon felt his face with his hand and a sticky red
liquid stained his fingers.
The bird screeched once again as if trying to warn Leon of its deadly return.
  Leon looked at the bird and immediately ran to the tree.  The bird thundered
down at Leon again with its sharp talons but the tree made it impossible for
it to inflict any damage on Leon.  Leon knew that if he moved away from the
light he would be lost and vulnerable to any demon lurking in the forest.
Leon saw the shovel in the pit where the wolf was not buried in and got on
all fours in an attempt to remain out of the scarlet bird's reach.  He
crawled towards the weapon, which was his only chance of survival.  Leon
reached the shovel and stood up clasping it tight in his hands.  He looked up
at the sky trying to spot the menacing bird and saw him coming directly
towards him.  The bird was a few feet from his face when Leon powerfully
swung the shovel at the bird.  The shovel hit its mark and sent the
screeching bird against the crystal lantern, which exploded as the bird
crashed onto it.  The flames engulfed the bird and it screeched in awful ways
as if trying to speak.  The bird was now a ball of fire and Leon thought it
was defeated.
Leon turned around, the bird screeched again and flapped its wings.  Leon
quickly turned around but it was too late, the bird crashed onto his back and
sent him down to the ground.  Leon fell face first and was almost blinded by
the blood and mud that stuck to his face.  The bird circled again to return
to Leon.  He stood up and wiped his face with his sleeve.  He looked up and
saw the fireball circle around the trees.  Shadows seemed to squirm away from
the bird's light.  The bird disappeared from sight.  Leon heard crackling
behind him and he quickly turned around.  Leon saw the bird approach him at
an incredible speed.  Leon once again swung the shovel this time knocking the
bird into the river of blood.  As the bird sunk into the thick liquid it gave
out one last howl and the light slowly dimmed away.
Everything grew quiet; Leon was standing, alone, in complete darkness.  He
turned his back on the tainted river and took one step when out of the thick
blood a figure emerged and jumped out of the river with incredible ease.  The
figure was that of a woman burnt beyond recognition and drenched in blood. A
few charred hairs remained on it hideous head and its feminine naked figure
was covered with blisters and gashes from the fire that had earlier embraced
it.  The figure quickly hugged Leon from behind before he could turn around
and jumped into the river with him.  They both sunk in and after a few
seconds Leon emerged and tried to hold onto roots from a tree near the shore.
  The current was incredibly strong but Leon was able to grab hold of one of
the roots.  The witch later emerged floating on the surface, lifeless.
Leon dragged himself out of the river and stood up.  Powerful winds picked up
and the forest melody of insanity began again with loud growls and screeches
and howls and screams and loud whispers of the name "Leon."  The trees once
again began their ritualistic motions and the branched contributed to the
symphony of the night with loud creaks.  The wind hissed on Leon's ear and
whispered fear into the deepest spot in his soul.  By this time Leon could
not take it anymore, he ran through the dark forest with his hands cupped
over his ears and his eyes open wide to catch any glimpse of light.  Leon ran
through the tenebrous forest and finally made his way out.
  Judge Morris knocked on the door to Leon's home and a servant came out and
led him into the large living room where his friend perished just days ago.
He sat and waited for Leon.  A woman dressed in black and wearing a black
veil descended the stairs, it was veronica.  Judge Morris stood up and
greeted her, "Good evening Veronica.  How do you do?"  Veronica removed the
veil and hesitated an uneasy response, "I am fair.  I miss my husband dearly,
you see.  All I do is cry in my room for Leon is to no consolation and I am
alone in the world."  An awkward silence filled the room when Judge Morris
exploded in laughter.  Veronica grew uneasy and puzzled.  A servant walked in
and the old Judge stopped his mockery.  "Will you need us attend the guest
Widow Benson?" asked the servant diligently.  "No, that will be all for today
you are free to leave."  The servant excused herself and left the room.
Veronica smiled and inquired Judge Morris, "Are you a madman?  Why do you
laugh and mock my grief?"  She suspected that she had been discovered.  Judge
Morris walked around the room looking at the ceiling and smiling.
"Veronica, Veronica, my dear Veronica.  Or should I say: Mary, Mary, my dear
Mary?  It is all over child, Leon will Learn the truth as soon as he arrives.
  Do you know where he is?  He went to where Thomas was supposed to be buri.."
"I know" interrupted Mary, "exactly where he is.  By now Jane, my sister, is
dragging his lifeless body all through the forest.  You do remember Jane
don't you?  That bastard killed my brother!  His father killed my innocent
parents!  How do you suppose we would simply disappear and leave John Benson
to live happily with Eleanor?"  Judge Morris simply stared at Mary as she
gave her motives.  "My parents never sent their souls out against anyone!
After their death we figure we might as well become the monsters you thought
we were.  We sold our souls to The Black One.  He promised to give us
everything we need to get revenge.  You had it coming too Judge.  You killed
them too!  No point in postponing anything.  This is the last night you'll
see."
Mary extended her hand and whispered, "Die, die, die, die, die, die."  Her
eyes rolled far to the back of her sockets and her mouth opened inhumanly
wide.  Her tongue flapped out and it became forked as that of a serpent.  Her
eyes returned, but they were no longer human.  Her eyes turned pitch black.

To be continued…

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This weeks horror talents are:

autobat27               jp
arklon22                 uncle kunty
kriptkeeper13       buldog9301
dedboy999              mrmackey

                                                       UNTITLED
                                                    BY AUTOBAT27
As the great war began between the heavens and the dark depths, both sides
marshalled their forces together for the conflict, mighty warriors from both
sides clashing, great displays of power and destruction...but innocents were
trapped in the middle of this war.....
      And so it was decreed that the angels would be sent out to protect the
innocent from the darkness, the wicked, the evil, but who would protect the
angels...
       And there was one angel who strayed...
       In the midst of all the fighting, she had become fascinated by that
which she was sworn to fight against...a creature from the depths, of
leathery wings and shiny teeth...It had distanced itself from the battle,
watching the conflict...In her moment of weakness, she approached this dark
form which fascinated her so...She had to get closer to it, to truly view its
horror, to gaze upon its visage...
       As she approached the creature, it stared up at her, its red eyes
looking her over...She gasped at what she saw...It was not hideous, but a
thing of dark beauty, catching her eye and causing a stirring in her heart...
       She felt...perplexed.
       Had the masters lied to her?
       Was this enemy truly a creation of horror?
       Or in reality, a wondrous creation, like her and her kind?
       She held out a hand of friendship to the dark form...and it reached out
its claw in return...A sense of warmth flooded her being...This truly felt
right to her...Somehow, she had broken through the walls of fear and hate
that separated them...
        She held its claw in her hand, a broad smile across her face, as she
felt the bond of a new friendship being formed..."Come with me," she said to
the creature, and pulled him to her side...She couldn't wait to return to the
masters with her discovery...they would be so pleased to hear her message...
        The two of them took to the air, as she held the creature tightly to
her...She felt sheer bliss, so happy was she with what she had learned...Her
new friend, a new hope for all.....So caught up in all of this, she didn't
notice the creature shifting in her grasp, its mouth opening, fangs baring,
its red eyes glaring at her neck...A sharp pain coursed through her, as the
beast plunged its teeth into her, piercing her skin, drawing angel's
blood...She writhed in pain as the bat creature held her tight, bringing her
to the ground...It attacked her neck again, spilling more blood...Pain and
agony flooded her mind as the beast slowly devoured her, ripping her to
pieces with fang and claw...Forever would she regret her mistake, straying
from the rest...An angel no more, now a devil bat's feast...
                                            ^V^ ^V^ ^V^

                                                untitled
                                           BY BULDOG9301
  When Josh stepped out of the dusty old truck and onto the dirt, he knew
something was wrong. There was not a soul around the old general store and it
usually had old Jay sitting outside of it, rocking in his rocking chair. Josh
went over and opened the door, but the store was empty at first glance. As
his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw the bodies of Jay and the store
owner Scott hanging upside down from the ceiling. All that held them there
was a meat hook. Then Josh saw a truly horrifying sight. When Josh looked, he
saw 3 men with blank looks on their faces coming towards him. He noticed
there was blood around their mouths and that they were holding giblets of
human flesh. Josh grabbed a piece of lead pipe and smashed all 3 of them in
the head. When this was done, he ran to his truck, only to see about a dozen
more heading that way. He started the truck and, in a whiz, he was speeding
off. He switched on his radio to hear that a plague of flesh eating ghouls
was plaguing the countryside. He had almost no gas left, he had wanted to get
some at the general store. He coasted to a abandoned farmhouse. Well, this
was it. There were three of the creatures closing in on him, so he ran to the
stoop and banged on the door.  A big looking man opened it. The man greeted
him and introduced himself as John. John pointed to the back room and Josh
could see three other men in there. The first was Andrew, the second was
Matt, and the third was named Butler, nobody knew his first name.  When Josh
got into the room he was handed a .22 rifle. John snickered and showed Josh
that he had an AK47 assault rifle. Josh whined, but stuck with his .22 and
set upon loading it. They then went about the process of boarding up the
doors, but John kept hitting Andrew with the hammer and Andrew kept stabbing
John with the nails. Butler kept quiet and did his job. After boarding up all
the doors and windows, they settled down for a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
Pretty soon, the zombies started banging on the front door, trying to get in.
The men all rushed upstairs and opened fire on a group of them from the
upstairs window.  John was left to guard the downstairs of the house while
the rest of them went about their own tasks on the second floor. Soon they
heard a crash, and then rapid gunfire. When they got downstairs, they found
ten zombies lying on the floor in a pool of blood. John and Andrew quickly
boarded up the door again when they heard screams and gunfire from upstairs.
John quickly thought of how this was all fitting together in some way when he
snapped out of his daze and rushed upstairs. Butler was dead and three
zombies were feasting on his body. "SON OF A GODDAMNED BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
John yelled and grabbed the nearest zombie. He punched and kicked it till it
dropped limp. The other 2 just ate. John bashed one on the head with a lead
pipe that had been lying on the dresser, and Andrew blew the third one away.
Now the four of them stood together, Josh and Matt coming up from the
basement where they had been searching for jars to make molotov cocktails
with. Now they had a box of preserving jars and a full can of gasoline. John
grabbed a jar and filled it. He tore off part of the curtain and lit it with
the lighter his father had given him a year ago, it seemed like so long ago
now. He tossed it out the window and he heard the mild explosion it gave off.
The next to go was Matt. He opened the door to throw a molotov out, and was
met head first by six zombies who promptly devoured him.  John, Andrew, and
Josh ran to the door and blew all the zombies away. They closed up the door
again and were on their way. John bit it next. He was discharged from the
army just for knocking out his commanding officer when he had said something
bad about his mother. Now he was making a torch and loading his gun. He threw
open the door and just ran out.  He fired randomly and waved the torch
around. He tripped on a log and fell down a steep hill into a ravine.  He was
wounded and could not get up. This was when the zombies closed in and ate him
alive, slowly, painfully. Andrew and Josh were still in the house, down in
the basement, when the hoard of zombies from John's fiasco came into the
house. They were crawling everywhere, and they overpowered Andrew very easily
and ate him as a man would eat a juicy steak.  Josh just stood there and used
all the guns that were in the basement, there were quite a few because this
was John's house, and fought them off, but he was bitten in the stomach quite
badly. He had killed them all in the house and slowly got to the basement
door to board it up. No more zombies could get into the basement, leaving
Josh all alone. Josh died 20 minutes later, foaming at the mouth and gasping
for air, lips blue and eyes rolled back in their sockets, the zombie virus
coursing through his veins...



Raging - Act 4
By Dedboy999

     Vaughn & Lear stepped out of the elevator.  Vaughn smiled & waved at the
two security guards that were waiting in front of cell 804, KC's cell.  "That
was fast," Lear said as he took out his keys.  He tapped on the door with his
key and called out, "Kris? You have a visitor."  The security guards, Adams &
Davis, looked at each other & nodded.  They both readied their nightsticks.
Vaughn began to perspire.  Lear slid his key into the lock. "Kris, we're
coming in."  The door slowly creaked open and Lear stepped in, followed by
Davis & Adams.  Vaughn lingered behind.  A form lay motionless under a sheet
on the metal frame cot.  Lear gestured to it.  Adams braced himself as he
slowly reached out & grabbed the sheet.  Lear took a deep breath, "Dammit,
KC, you could at least cooperate with us." Adams yanked the sheet off.  Lear,
Davis, Adams, & especially Vaughn stood frozen, their jaws slowly dropping.
The body of the orderly lay on the cot, his head tilted at a painful looking
angle.  Lear took a step back. "Ohmigod. . . "  At that moment, KC burst out
from underneath the cot, tackling Lear to the ground.  Adams & Davis
instinctively attacked with their nightsticks.  KC rose to his knees & caught
Adams' wrist as the nightstick came inches from his head.  KC stood up,
twisting Adams' wrist.  KC smiled with pleasure as he felt the bones
breaking.  Adams groaned in pain, KC yanked the nightstick from his hand &
swung it like a baseball bat.  The side of Adams' head caved in, he dropped
to the ground.  KC turned & hurled the nightstick at Davis, nailing him in
the chest.  He dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.  Vaughn stood
frozen with panic, his back pinned to the wall.  Lear struggled to get up.
"Vaughn, get the hell out of here!"  KC stared down at Lear.  A look of
pleading was in Lear's eyes as KC grinned that devilish grin and stomped onto
his chest.  Ribs splintered and punctured arteries, blood sprayed from Lear's
mouth as his eyes almost jumped out of his skull.  KC turned back to Davis,
trying to catch his breath.  KC grabbed him by the back of the shirt and
hoisted him to his feet.  He proceeded to use Davis' head like a battering
ram against the wall, smashing it into the painted cinderblock over and over
until a large red smear was left dripping down to the ground.  Vaughn,
sweating like a pig, threw up.  The sound of him wretching caught KC's
attention.  He turned and slowly walked towards him.  Vaughn tried to back
away, but unfortunately for him, he couldn't walk through walls.  KC stopped
about three paces from him.  A long moment of silence followed as KC just
stared at the cowardly doctor.  Vaughn shut his eyes tightly & began to
recite the Lord's prayer.  KC craned his neck forward.  Vaughn opened his
eyes, he was face to face with KC, who smiled, and then, "Boo!"  Vaughn
turned & ran out of the cell like he had a rocket up his ass.  KC stepped out
of the cell after him, reached out and grabbed him by the back of the collar.
  He yanked him back to the cell.  KC looked at him for a moment, the way a
butcher studies a carcass, and said, "Nice suit."  He pulled Vaughn back into
the cell.  Two minutes later, KC stepped out of the cell, into the corridor,
wearing Vaughn's suit...

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