1) Letter from the Editor
Winter again, that time of death and sleep. The trees
are bare or sporting only the dry and desiccated reminders
of the bright summer. Darkness is the order of the
day, the night most prominently supported across the clock.
Halloween is long past, the U.S. has just barely left
Thanksgiving behind. Now comes one of those bright
times in the long dark winter, Christmas. Only 24
shopping days left, less if you don't get to me the first
day of publication.
2) A Little Class
Literary critics are always incredibly harsh on the horror
genre. That is even if they will bother to think of
it, let alone look at it. There are always exceptions, I
don't want to slight those with the intelligence to break
out of the mould. For the most part though the
literary community thinks of horror as pretty much the gum
on the bottom of their shoes. Just ask any English
professor or critic about a horror novel and they will have
something derogatory to say about it and the author.
3) Horror Movie Franchise Discussion #7
In 1988, a year of big horror movies such as Halloween 4
with the return of Michael Myers, the blockbuster
Beetlejuice, the splatterfest of Hellraiser II, and Wes
Craven's most frightening vision, Serpent and the Rainbow,
a new and lasting icon was born. Drawing upon deepest
childhood fears, and the pure horrific power of effigies,
came a new face. "Hi, I'm Chucky! Wanna play?
Hidee-ho ha ha ha!" An apple-cheeked red headed doll
that would be your child's friend to the end.
4) Toasty Warm
A heavy mantle of snow creaked and groaned upon the angle
of the roof. The wind worried at its edges sending
sheets of powdery snow swirling through the air. Ken
pulled into the driveway and then thumbed the garage door
remote. He hated opening the door until he was right
there. (You never can tell if someone is going to
slip in ahead of you and car jack you just feet from your
door.) He waited for the door to trundle all the way up
and then he pulled into the crowded little garage.
Warning: May be unsuitable for some readers. This
story contains mature subject matter, disturbing situations,
and coarse language. Reader Discretion is Advised.
Rain cascaded down the windows, and gusting winds buffeted
the bus as it made its ways through the dreary day.
Leaves flitted by and occasionally plastered themselves
to the windows limiting the view of the street. It
was a cold and miserable day. Larry sat at a sharp
angle to Janice, his knee touching hers and his forearm
on the seat behind her neck. He always sat like that.
Too bad if he took up more space that way. If
people didn't like it then they shouldn't sit behind him.
6) Review: Silent Night, Deadly Night
A boy witnesses the murder of his parents on Christmas Eve
at the hands of a man in a Santa Suit. The boy,
Billy, is put in an orphanage run by nuns and is given an
incredibly strict sense of right and wrong. Billy
grows up and shortly after he turns eighteen Sister
Margaret gets him a job at the local toy store.
When Billy is forced into the role of Santa Claus for
the holiday season he snaps and goes on a spree of murder
7) Review: The Town
Something unnatural is going on in the town of McGuane,
Arizona. The return of Gregory Tomasov with his city
family and his aged mother is heralded with a disorganised
pattern of growing freakishness and bizarre deaths.
His mother, superstitious and religious in equal
measure, thinks that she knows what it going on but is
afraid to be right. The old bathhouse in the back end
of the property is inhabited by the shadow of something no
longer really there, a hungry shadow that is tempting the
8) PSY3007 Act #2
Ben looked at the map and then at the front of the buildings.
This was the right place. He pushed through the
doors and then pulled out the map of the interior of the
Physical Sciences building. Complex was more correctly
what the place was. It covered way too much ground
to be considered just a building. Ben looked around.
The building, like so many others on the campus, had
its own particular smell. This one smelled ever
so slightly of age underneath the dust and the last
flagging remains of floor cleaner scent.
9) Hangman's Noose #2
It's the nature of the beast to enjoy giving ourselves what
we want, and if that just happens to be vengeance or justice,
then all the better. Nothing brings more satisfaction
than getting what we think we deserve. Or for those
less selfish, other people getting what they deserve.
Satisfaction is definitely the most driving motivation
of the horror genre. It drives the audience. We
have a need, a desire, to feel certain emotions that we do
not have proper access to in our real lives.