I can’t wait. This sounds like so much fun. A party in a corn field in the middle of the night. I mean, what could be more fun? I’m sure everything will be okay. What am I wearing? High heels, of course. They’re uncomfortable, and I can’t run in them.…
“Dave, what are we doing at the old Glenwood Mansion? You know this place gives me the creeps.” “Oh, c’mon Shelly. Are you really scared of a drafty old house that no one’s lived in for decades, that was home to ritualistic killings in the late nineteenth century, and whose…
Listen. I know when you’re young you humans have these hormones raging through your bodies. I know it’s cool to look promiscuous. I know it’s even more fun to BE a little loose and dangerous and risky. I mean, hey. No one knows better what it feels like to let…
There was once a human who asserted that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I don’t always buy that. At least, I believe I should have conquered the planet seven times over if that were true. Be that as it may, on a site devoted to…
Oh, man. Friday and Saturday nights are where it’s at. There are just SO many attractive young women to stalk as they cut through alleyways on their way back to the car. And so many teenagers neglecting their babysitting duties to make out with their boyfriends. And so many dumb…
Because babysitters are easy to surprise, never carry weapons, and ALWAYS wear miniskirts. That is like the triune of slasher-flick vulnerability.
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Featuring movie essays from the Head Monsters of SML and others that explore our love for horror cinema! Published by the Collinsport Historical Society.
