Good weather? Check. Babes in bikinis? Check. Beer? Check. Sunscreen? Check. Hot dogs? Check. Massacre? Uh, what? I didn’t order a massacre. That’s really going to ruin the chill vibe of this otherwise calm swimming respite. Gauze? Check. Ambulance? Check.
This room feels too shallow. Surely, there is space here that is not visible to me. Ah! Let us tap around this suspicious bookcase. Is that a hollow sound I hear? Why don’t I just…There! This bookcase pulls away from the wall! I must see with my own eyes what…
Turn on the light! Turn on ALL the lights! Why are you wandering around in the dark, stupid? Don’t you know there’s a killer in the house?!
They’re terrifying. They’re stomach turning, they’re so disgusting. They’re deadly contagious. Some are just plain deadly. But the one thing you always forget about monsters, zombies, woods-bound ax murderers, hell spawn, sewer creatures, and the like: They smell rank. We’re talking week-old-feces, roadkill skunks, B.O.-miasma, stomach-bile-in-the-sun rank. Run, little ones.…
You know those guys who always show up at parties uninvited and unannounced? Yeah, you know – the ones with the masks. They seem like quiet, unobtrusive psychokillers. But I’m telling you, if you get a couple light beers into those guys… Hooooo-eeey! What mouths! We werewolves are different. Classier.…
It’s hard to know for sure, but it seems safe to say that 2009’s “” may be the bloodiest miniseries ever shown on CBS. The 13-episode series put viewers through 29 deaths, many just as we were beginning to really like the characters, and more after we’d grown attached to…
It’s a tale as old as time. Well, it happened 20 years ago today, at least, in these very woods. The Memorial Day Massacre. A bunch of college kids came out here to have a good time. But little did they know that they weren’t the only ones in these-here…
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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.
