We like shock. We like awe. We like the panicked shrieks of terror as you recognize that the threads of your lifeline are being cut abruptly short. But the biggest compliment we can receive for our work is the stunned “deer in the headlights” look as your natural instincts take…
There’s nothing quite like the stink of fear, am I right? Even from a distance, its ephemeral fetidness at once draws in and repels. Fear’s attraction reaches beyond those like us who seek out its victims for our own sordid gain. Indeed, the tendrils of fear’s temptations wrap around the…
Why do we do it? It doesn’t give us any tactical advantage over you, our victim. In fact, it kind of hurts. Have you ever licked a knife? Well, no. Of course you haven’t. Because there’s no reason for you to have ever done it. We’ve already captured you. You’re…
Everyone’s voice sounds different to our own ears. Something about the way the sound resonates in the air around us versus inside our own skulls. Or maybe it’s the way your voice feeds through technology, breaking down into sets of wavelengths as it becomes digitized and fed back through television…
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Some party decorations should stay up past Halloween. Because every day could use a little innate, bone-chilling terror at the idea of what could drop down on you from above. Click image for an even larger terrifying photograph.
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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.
