Choose your NIGHTMARISH FATE
November 12th 2006 23:26
You’re trapped in your own hideous nightmare, caught between a jagged rock and a very hard place. It’s all frightfully grim. But what is this terrifying horror movie situation exactly? Just how completely is your fate sealed? Would you prefer to die a quick and sudden death, or perhaps try your luck at outwitting the menacing presence, the psychopathic killer, the diabolical monster? Maybe you fancy yourself as a Final Girl …?
Here is a short list of definitive horror scenarios.
"Six million ways to die choose one!"
A) You and a couple of friends are trekking through a forest, which gets denser and denser. You suddenly realize you are lost. The compass has gone screwy. And worse still, the mobile phones you brought with you are now inexplicably out of coverage range. It’s getting dark, so the three of you pitch tent. During the night all manner of weird things go rustle, bump and scratch. Ghostly voices whisper and echo through the trees. Something even brushes past the tent once or twice. The three of you remain tent bound, eventually falling asleep. The next morning there’s a small ritualistic arrangement of stones outside the tent, and bits of torn bloodied clothing … and one of your friends is missing.
B) You’ve joined a weekend camp as a counselor. The kids are a cute bunch of high school students who are smoking dope and making out at any opportunity. The camp janitor is a grumpy old codger with a real chip on his shoulder. The owner of the camp is a lonely widow who lives by herself at the edge of the camp lake. Over a marshmallow camp fire one of the students warns the others that supposedly the camp is haunted by the ghost of the widow’s dead son, or is it her husband. That night on a security check you hear two of the students having sex at the edge of the surrounding woods. While you are deciding whether to interrupt them you notice a large dark shape step out from the nearby shadows brandishing a machete. You watch in horror as the figure neatly decapitates the students in one fell swoop, then turns and sees you ….
C) You are with two friends on a summer adventure. You’ve got a convertible four-wheel drive. You decide to head off road and discover a little of nature’s secret beauty. One of your friends is acting as navigator, while you drive. The three of you share a joint and start telling jokes and before you know it you’ve left the main road far behind. Your friend hasn’t been paying close attention to the map and suddenly realizes you’re not where you thought you were. Looking around you the landscape all looks the same.
That’s when the car battery goes dead. Thankfully only a half hour later a huge Ute approaches. A tall burly man gets out, obviously a local. He offers to help, saying he’ll tow the car to his garage. Once at his isolated pit-stop he offers a drink, ‘tis thirsty work, rescuing stranded adventurers. The sun quickly sets. The three of you get your sleeping bags out. That’s the last thing you remember. You wake to find yourself bound and gagged in a small filthy room. You can hear the muffled screams from one of your friends coming from somewhere …
D) You’ve found yourself caught up in an elaborate dare. You and several others have to spend the night in a supposedly derelict three-storey turn-of-the-century villa at the end of a dead-end street in a small town about an hour from the city. There are no other houses nearby. The last owner – several decades earlier – was some swarthy European entrepreneur who shared the house with his deformed business colleague, or so the story goes. The first part of the night goes swimmingly, with the small group of you marveling at the old house’s dust-laden artifacts and scattered sepia-toned photographs. You wander off and discover an iron stairwell leading to a basement. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate on your own. Upon entering the cellar and flashing your torch around you notice human bones and large chained manacles. There is a loud screech as you disturb a couple of bats, and as you turn you see the shadow of a cape block the remaining light from the stairwell and a low raspy hiss spills down into the darkness …
E) It’s been a stormy night. Big bolts of forked lightening and torrential rain have lashed the area. By morning the surrounding streets look like a war zone with branches and foliage covering the sidewalks, a felled power line, even what looks like a couple of abandoned cars. You go to make coffee and discover that none of the radio stations are on air. Even more disconcerting is there is no television coverage either. You knock on your neighbour’s door, but there’s no answer. In fact, the streets are empty. The sky is an ominous shade of grey. You head toward a strip of retail shops about ten minutes away. A crow squawks, eyeing you from a nearby rooftop. As you near the built-up area a strange smell hits your nose; sickly sweet almost. You hear a noise and enter a convenience store, but the smell overwhelms you. As you back out you notice a body, eviscerated, and partially devoured. You gag in horror and stumble back out onto the street, turning to see a horde of bloodied, mutilated figures a hundred metres away. They groan and moan, their arms clutching out at you, then they lurch toward you in desperation, their blood-curdling cried getting louder as they pick up speed …
F) … Perhaps you’d prefer to fabricate your own demise? Pray tell, what scenario would that be?
* images on this page were taken from the following wikipedia pages:
forest, Wolf Creek (film), Jason Voorhees
They are licensed from the GNU Free Document LIcense.
Here is a short list of definitive horror scenarios.
"Six million ways to die choose one!"
C) You are with two friends on a summer adventure. You’ve got a convertible four-wheel drive. You decide to head off road and discover a little of nature’s secret beauty. One of your friends is acting as navigator, while you drive. The three of you share a joint and start telling jokes and before you know it you’ve left the main road far behind. Your friend hasn’t been paying close attention to the map and suddenly realizes you’re not where you thought you were. Looking around you the landscape all looks the same.
D) You’ve found yourself caught up in an elaborate dare. You and several others have to spend the night in a supposedly derelict three-storey turn-of-the-century villa at the end of a dead-end street in a small town about an hour from the city. There are no other houses nearby. The last owner – several decades earlier – was some swarthy European entrepreneur who shared the house with his deformed business colleague, or so the story goes. The first part of the night goes swimmingly, with the small group of you marveling at the old house’s dust-laden artifacts and scattered sepia-toned photographs. You wander off and discover an iron stairwell leading to a basement. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate on your own. Upon entering the cellar and flashing your torch around you notice human bones and large chained manacles. There is a loud screech as you disturb a couple of bats, and as you turn you see the shadow of a cape block the remaining light from the stairwell and a low raspy hiss spills down into the darkness …
E) It’s been a stormy night. Big bolts of forked lightening and torrential rain have lashed the area. By morning the surrounding streets look like a war zone with branches and foliage covering the sidewalks, a felled power line, even what looks like a couple of abandoned cars. You go to make coffee and discover that none of the radio stations are on air. Even more disconcerting is there is no television coverage either. You knock on your neighbour’s door, but there’s no answer. In fact, the streets are empty. The sky is an ominous shade of grey. You head toward a strip of retail shops about ten minutes away. A crow squawks, eyeing you from a nearby rooftop. As you near the built-up area a strange smell hits your nose; sickly sweet almost. You hear a noise and enter a convenience store, but the smell overwhelms you. As you back out you notice a body, eviscerated, and partially devoured. You gag in horror and stumble back out onto the street, turning to see a horde of bloodied, mutilated figures a hundred metres away. They groan and moan, their arms clutching out at you, then they lurch toward you in desperation, their blood-curdling cried getting louder as they pick up speed …
F) … Perhaps you’d prefer to fabricate your own demise? Pray tell, what scenario would that be?
* images on this page were taken from the following wikipedia pages:
forest, Wolf Creek (film), Jason Voorhees
They are licensed from the GNU Free Document LIcense.
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Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
uhmm...can I just pick stubbing my toe? I got scared reading this post...I definitely couldn't handle any of the above. *shaking head*. Nope. Definitely not.
*shivering*
Voices~
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
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Fat Cult
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Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Beware the voices in your head turning to wicked whispers of nightmarish intent ....
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
(high five)
you the man!
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
One of them already is...the others bind and gag her so I can sleep...but thanks...I think.
Voices~
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by suitably*wounded
Eternal Days; Author: Illness, M.
Besides, even I could out run/smart the Romero version. If they're the 28 Days Later variety, then I'm screwed.... heh.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Yeah, running zombies ... everyone's fucked.
Comment by katyzzz
Photography Tips
MS Paint Art
I've some images on nightmares, suggested by Lilla.
See you soon at mspaintart
katyzzz
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
where by thy nightmare images then ...? where do i go exactly?
Comment by katyzzz
Photography Tips
MS Paint Art
Just take a look down the index for dreamscape, dreams and nightmares, abstracts for dreams and nightmares
katyzzz
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Damo
I like that one it gives a fighting chance and eye candy.
Win-Win yer!
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Damo
"Just a Flesh Wound"
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Damo
but seriously I would hate wake up one morning in a prison cell. The door opens to let some soldier enter and they all accuse me of knowing where a ticking atomic bomb is. I don't know but they have three days to get the information out of me.
"Private?"
"Yes Captain?"
"Have you seen my needlework?"
"Why no sir"
"It starts with the fingernails."
Oh Crap. Why have they got a dentist drill and secatures?
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Damo
Loved it.
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
DEATH BY GUMP!
Thats not Gimp, it's Gump as in Forrest Gump.
This particularly vicious, cold blooded and haneous murder involves me being abducted by balaclava wearing evil doers.
Cramped in the trunk of a car, blindfolded my mind runs amock with fears of what is to come sodomy, skinning, using my dick for a fire stocker???
No this plan is more cruel and unusual than Britney Spear's love child.
Kicking and screaming I am dragged down a dark flight of stairs. My heart bursting through my chest like a half digested Alien, sweat stings my eyes, I am praying for a quick death, but it doesnt come.
Instead I am forced to sit down in a barb wire chair, lashed down with tattered electrical cord and my blindfold is removed.
I am in a damp, mostly black basement, water drips at random intervals, questionable wiring powers a lone flickeringh light bulb.
About one and a half metres in front of me is a huge widescreen plasma screen that obstructs my seeing anything beyond it.
Massive speakers sit either side........I begin to wonder if Im in heaven or hell, this is after all some fine home theatre equipment that will make for a totally immersive viewing.
In mid thought I stop, the DVD powers up......some anti piracy warnings appear, some more anti piracy warnings appear, then.........................Good god know, you wouldnt.
I start to scream, my throat aches, tears rolling down my face. I begin to plead no, no, no anything but this.
Why dont you see how far that broom handle will fit up my ........Why not eat me alive, boil me in acid anything but this............
Beaten I surrender and look at the screen, Tom Hanks appears and the film Forrest Gump begins to play. On endless loop......over and over again, chocolates, ping pong, morons............chocolates, ping pong, morons,.......
They feed me daily, it is a slow and painful death. Each braincell individually evaporating, my will to live dissappears........After 6 months with nothing to look at but this mind and soul destroying piece of garbage I die, happy to be free of the unparrelled torturous, and unbearble horror.
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
*I am holding my sides over here*
*lmao*
*wiping my eyes dry*
Bravo!
Comment by Damo
Loved it. Still laughing.
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
Comment by katyzzz
Photography Tips
MS Paint Art
Your artwork awaits you.
katyzzz
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
Orble Post of the Day
Fat Cult
Techbreak
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Power to the Anti-Gumpsters!
I salute you!
Comment by DonnaM
It gave me the chills.
But it was a really interesting read.
You've got a great imagination.
Cheers!
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Check out my Horror Movies WE'D Like to See post then Donna ... you'll dig those.
Comment by ER
I was actually at the premiere of Wold Creek here in Sydney for work. And even the main guy (not scary killer guy) wasn't watching the end! He was outside, along with half the cinema. It got a bit too much for people I think perhaps because it reflected a certain backpacker murderer. So I would NOT pick this one!
I would probably opt for a Vampire Bite - At least I could beg to be turned instead and if he looks anything like Brad Pitt! Hey its a GREAT way to go!
Great Blog by the way
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
I loved Wolf Creek. I remember a friend of mine, who was working for Michael Gudinski (Mushroom Pictures), raving about the screenplay when she read it and it was still in pre-production.
I've read the non-fiction book Sins of the Brother (about Ivan Milat, his family, and the backpacker murders), exceptional book, so I knew a fair bit. Greg McLean fused elements of the Peter Falconio murder into it as well. I was expecting the girl to get abducted at the end when she got into the Kombi van!