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Friday, August 10, 2012

Check Out The New Poster & London 2012 Clip For “Cockneys VS. Zombies


In celebration of the London 2012 games “Cockneys VS. Zombies” has unleashed a new poster and awesome Olympic inspired clip. The film comes out August 31st. Directed by Matthias Hoene and starring Michelle Ryan, Honor Blackman and Harry Treadaway.

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Synopsis:
A bunch of east-enders fight their way out of a zombie-infested London, led by an unlikely gang of amateur banks robbers and foul-mouthed plucky pensioners .
 

“The undead are brown bread.”
 

 
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7th Annual Killer Nashville Invites Renowned Novelist Heywood Gould As A Guest Of Honor


HeywoodAttracting Writers and Fans from Across the Globe, The Conference Focusing on Crime, Suspense, Mystery and Thriller Fiction is Set For August 23-26 at the Hutton Hotel in Downtown Nashville
Killer Nashville, the premier conference for mystery, thriller and crime fiction authors and fans, proudly announces award winning bestselling novelist, screenwriter and film director Heywood Gould as one of its three guests of honor at its seventh annual event, which takes place August 23-26, 2012 at the Hutton Hotel in Downtown Nashville, Tenn.
"In the past, our focus has been on writers of literature. This year we're expanding Killer Nashville to include screenwriting, which will be a perennial event in the future. There is none better to headline this new track than Heywood Gould. Mr. Gould's success as a novelist and Hollywood screenwriter and filmmaker make him the perfect choice," says Killer Nashville founder Clay Stafford, an international bestselling author himself, who has also worked in the film industry for years as a writer, director, producer and actor.      
Born in the Bronx and raised in Brooklyn, Gould got his start as reporter for theNew York Post and later financed years of rejection with an array of colorful jobs--among them, cabdriver, mortician's assistant, bartender. He is the author of thirteen books and nine screenplays, including "Fort Apache, the Bronx,” "Boys From Brazil,” "Streets of Gold,” "Cocktail” and "Rolling Thunder.” He has directed four features: "One Good Cop,” starring Michael Keaton; "Trial By Jury” with William Hurt; "Mistrial,” starring Bill Pullman; and "Double Bang,” with William Baldwin.
Gould's 2008 novel "Leading Lady won the Independent Publishing Award bronze medal, was a finalist for the Hammett Prize (which honors literary excellence in the field of crime writing) and was voted Forward Magazine Mystery/Thriller of the Year.  Gould's most recent novel Serial Killer's Daughter (2011) was described byLibrary Journal as "this high-caliber redemptive road trip is quick-witted, stylish and highly entertaining.”
Gould says, "They say Nashville is the seventh most unhealthy city in the U.S. Everybody overeats, over drinks and parties all night...Can't wait to get there.”
On Thursday, August 23, Killer Nashville will host a "Movie Night with Heywood Gould” featuring a screening of one of the writer's films, followed by a Q&A with the author. Film and location TBA.
On Friday, August 24, Gould will kick off the screenwriting track with two presentations: "Plotting the Screenplay" and "Selling Your Script."
Stafford will be interviewing Gould Saturday morning and the screenwriter/author will be honored at the "Guest of Honor” dinner that evening. 
Held the fourth full weekend of every August, the event opened with 70 guests from the immediate region and has grown to attract over 500 people, including budding writers, authors, editor, publishers and fans from throughout the U.S., Canada, theUK and Italy.








Thursday, August 9, 2012

“Blood Slaughter Massacre” From Faux Trailer To Feature Film



375540_294917557206719_447529160_nMass Grave Pictures released a press release several days ago about this return to classic horror 80’s style. “Blood Slaughter Massacre” will definitely make the count down to October and the beginning of the Holiday season a lot sweeter!

Principal photography on Blood Slaughter Massacre nears completion
Queens, NY (August 1, 2012) – MASS GRAVE PICTURES announced today that principal photography is almost complete on “BLOOD SLAUGHTER MASSACRE” from director Manny Serrano, and scheduled to be completed by October 2012. The film marks the feature film debut of the Mass grave Pictures crew. The film was written and is being filmed by creators Louie Cortes and Manny Serrano, and produced by Lindsay Serrano.
“BLOOD SLAUGHTER MASSACRE” centers on off-the-wagon Detective James Fincher, who finds himself investigating a string of teenage murders which he believes are connected to a massacre he witnessed on Halloween night, 10 years ago. Not knowing who to trust, he is given a tip by the local coroner, which brings him closer to The Ripper Killer than he may be able to handle. Fincher must find The Ripper, and stop him before he can complete his rituals on the teenage girls of Havenwood. Matt W. Cody (LIFE PASSION DEATH, THE KISS) stars as the scarred and broken Detective Fincher. The cast includes Mike Roche (SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED CREATURES) as The Coroner and Melissa Roth (REMEDY, LULLABY) as Finchers’ estranged wife, Jenny. Up-and-coming actress Carmela Hayslett (DEER CROSSING, ELIZA’S DIARY) and first-time actress Danielle Lenore Calhoun lead the charge of teenagers who are being targeted by The Ripper Killer. Others in the film include Bradley Creanzo (BIBLE BELT SLASHER, SHERIFF TOM VS THE ZOMBIES), Charlotte Pines (PLAY DEAD, SCHOOL SPIRITS), and Patrick Devaney (ZOMBIE HUNTERS CITY OF THE DEAD, SHERIFF TOM VS THE ZOMBIES).
“BLOOD SLAUGHTER MASSACRE” began as a series of faux-trailers, in tribute to iconic slasher films like Friday the 13th, Pieces, Slumber Party Massacre, 10 To Midnight and My Bloody Valentine. The crew has been met with the approval of the very horror fans they created the series for, and after screening the first three faux-trailers at the Saturday Nightmares convention, bundled as an “experimental short film,” the late Michael J. Hein gave his approval as well, and advised the Mass Grave Pictures crew that BLOOD SLAUGHTER MASSACRE needed to be made into a feature length, and seen by everyone.
Mass Grave Pictures will release the film in late 2012. Touting an all-female SFX makeup team, headed up by the films own producer, Lindsay Serrano, it plans to be a true-to-guts old-school slasher film. Blood, boobs and a touch of the occult round this out as everything you’ve been missing in horror lately. Even setting the movie in the mid 1980’s, giving the team a challenge in creating the time period on a budget, gives the movie another touch of classic authenticity.


New Extended Trailer For Francis Ford Coppola’s “Twixt”



twixt-movie-poster-2Francis Ford Coppola’s “Twixt” opens this week exclusively in San Francisco so to gear up for the film’s opening a new extended trailer has been released. “Twixt” is an eerie dark mystery starring Val Kilmer as a ‘bargain basement Stephen King’ on a book tour trying to salvage what is left of his dwindling career. While their he encounters the case of “V” a young girl who was murdered and whose ghost appears to him.

Dennis Gansel Picked To Direct Creepy Horror Flick “Grim Night”



Grim-Night“Grim Night” was first talked about last fall when Universal snatched up the horror script written by Brandon Besteheider and Allen Bey. That was when we got the first look at this creepy semi-invasion from hell. Well now new and exciting news has emerged about the project. Universal has asked Dennis Gansel to direct the movie in his U.S directorial debut. Gansel is most recently known for his vampire chick flick “We Are The Night” which saw a limited release last year in the States. The script envisions a world were a mysterious race of creatures appear randomly once a year to terrorize the population. The film sees these attacks focus on a small town in America in which a father fights a hellish reality to save his family from the Grim.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Peter Enger’s “Remnants” Poster Revealed


Peter Enger’s WWIII nightmare will make it’s world premiere at London’s Film4 Frightfeast on August 24th. The apocalyptic thriller stars C.J. Thomason (Harper’s Island, Husk), Monica Keena (Freddy vs. Jason), Edward Furlong (American History X, Terminator 2), Andre Royo (The Wire), Christine Kelly and Jessie Rusu (Mother’s Day).

World War III has happened and the USA is in meltdown. Nine strangers find themselves holed up together in a farmhouse cellar in rural Texas. Young Dr Hunter survived the nuclear attack and is thrown together by chance with a group of wounded and frightened victims. Hunter and his slowly dying companions wait for news from the government while fending off hunger, claustrophobia, conflicting personalities, radiation sickness and hordes of terrified, dying refugees as they attempt to endure the devastating holocaust. Peter Engert’s haunting, moving and remarkably assured chronicle of final catastrophe.
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The Eighth Witch By Maynard Sims


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EighthWitchThe72lgA Sole Survivor, and a powerful vengeance fuel this witch-y revenge tale. 
Four centuries ago witch hunters killed the seven Yardley sisters.
Now Department 18 must battle…the eighth witch!


Four hundred years ago six of the seven Yardley sisters—all witches—were systematically hunted down and killed. The seventh lived long enough to give birth to a daughter. Now, centuries later, that daughter has resurfaced in the town of Ravensbridge, more powerful than her mother or aunts ever were. She has honed her powers, can change shape at will, and has only one ambition—to bring her family back from the dead to seek vengeance against the descendants of all who slaughtered them. Ravensbridge once lived in fear of the seven Yardley sisters, but they have yet to experience the terror of…the Eighth Witch.

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The young woman held the dress up to her slender body and stared at the reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe door. Her cold blue eyes narrowed critically and she shook her head, her shock of long, blond curls drifting over her shoulders like a yellow cloud. No, it wasn’t right.
The evening dress was purple silk, long enough to touch the floor, with thin shoulder straps and a swooping neckline. It was much too old for her, too sophisticated. She closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened her eyes again the person that stared back at her from the mirror was older. The blond curls had been replaced by an elegant, dark brown, chin-length bob that shone in the electric light. The haircut framed an older face—haunting chestnut eyes and a thin, aquiline nose above a full-lipped mouth.
That was better.
The body in the reflection was different too. It fitted the dress perfectly. Maybe she’d take the dress with her when she left the house, after she’d done what she’d come here to do. Maybe not. She hadn’t come here to steal.
As she pulled open the wardrobe again to replace the dress, her eye was drawn to a cashmere sweater folded neatly on the shelf above the hanging space. It was a rich shade of burgundy and would really enhance her new eye color. As she reached up to slide it from the shelf, her sleeve caught an empty wooden coat hanger and dislodged it, sending it clattering to the floor of the wardrobe. She froze in mid-stretch, listening hard, waiting to see if the noise had attracted the attention of the one other person in the house.
There was no sound of feet climbing the stairs, no sounds at all apart from the low rumble of Leonard Cohen’s velvet-bass vocals issuing from the stereo speakers in the lounge.
It was as well because she wasn’t ready yet. She still had another wardrobe to search through before the act, as she liked to call it. She thought briefly about what she was going to do and flicked a hungry tongue across her full lips.
There was a small, delicious knot of anticipation in the pit of her stomach that never changed, never varied, no matter how many times she performed the act, and in whatever form it took. The sense of anticipation and the accompanying excitement remained constant…and she loved it.
Sophie Gillespie lifted her head and stared at the ceiling. She was sure she’d heard something—a rattling sound of wood falling against wood, as if someone had dropped an armful of kindling on a parquet floor. She listened hard, her hand reaching for the remote and reducing Leonard Cohen to a low grumble.
Not for the first time she had the feeling she wasn’t alone in the house, but there was never any evidence to show she was right. She thought maybe she should go upstairs and investigate, but the truth was the house frightened her, always had. From the moment she and Mark moved in two years ago she’d been beset by misgivings. Not that she ever voiced them to her husband. Much to her dismay, he’d set his heart on the place from the first moment he’d seen it.
In her opinion the house was much too old, too big, too dilapidated and too spooky. Too everything. He’d brought in a team of builders and decorators to completely gut and renovate the place, and while it was now a smart and elegant home Sophie held on to her reservations. It was still too old and too bloody spooky.
Location, location, location. It was her father’s favorite phrase when he got onto the topic of houses and, more importantly, buying them. For him, where it was located was much more important than what the house actually was.
“Houses can be fixed, Sophie. They can be redesigned, renovated, extended. Damn it, if you don’t like it that much you can always pull the bloody thing down and build it again. But where it is, where it sits…that’s the crux, the nub, the heart of the matter. That’s something you can’t change.”
She could still hear his voice in her mind. Her father had approved of the location of this house almost as much as he’d approved of Mark and their marriage.
“He’s got a good head on his shoulders, that one. He’ll be a millionaire by the time he’s forty.” His enthusiasm for Mark was palpable. “Snap him up, Sophie, before somebody else does.”
So far her father had been proved right. Mark still had four years to go before he reached forty, but he was already over halfway towards his first million and Sophie was sure that her husband would justify her father’s high opinion of him. As for the house, in many ways, her father was right again.
Set deep down in Yorkshire’s Calder Valley in the north of England, surrounded by lush, tree-clad hills, it was the grandest house in the town of Ravensbridge. The walls were Yorkshire stone, the color of clotted cream, and the tiled roof was a rich slate gray. It was a picture postcard type of house, the type that, as a teenager and through into her early twenties, she would stare at for hours in the pages of glossy magazines and dream of owning. It was a bitter pill to swallow knowing that her dreams and aspirations bore little resemblance to the reality of actually living in one.
She pressed another button on the remote and switched discs. Maybe it was Leonard Cohen that was making her feel so gloomy. Cohen’s bass tones were replaced by the mellow soul crooning of Marvin Gaye. Better, she thought. She leaned back on the sumptuous leather cushions of the couch and closed her eyes, letting the music transport her back to happier times.
The idyll lasted no longer than thirty seconds before the splintering sound of crashing glass made her jerk her head and stare hard at the ceiling.
The blond curls were back. They were much more suited to the Armani suit she was holding against her. Taupe. That was the color. It was elegantly cut and she could imagine slipping into the expensive fabric and letting it hug her body. That would feel good.
With a sigh she put the suit back on the rail and went across to the bed.
It was nearly time.
There was a water carafe on the cabinet next to the bed. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, letting it slip through her fingers and smash on the antique oak floor. “Whoops!” she said quietly, and then sat on the edge of the bed to wait.
Sophie switched off the stereo and listened to the crushing, pregnant silence. She felt sick. She tried hard to rationalize what she’d just heard, telling herself that maybe a cat had gotten into the house and knocked something from a shelf, but she knew that wasn’t the case, and she knew she’d have to go upstairs and investigate. She glanced at her watch. Three hours before Mark was due home. She couldn’t even wait it out.
She sat for a moment more in a quagmire of indecision and then suddenly sprung to her feet. “Right!” she said, her voice loud, steady with resolve. “Let’s do this.”
She took a heavy, wrought-iron poker from the hearth and started to climb the stairs. As she climbed she strained every sense, listening, watching, even sniffing the air, trying to detect anything that was in any way out of place.
Nothing.
She reached the landing and stopped, her breath coming in quick, startled-hare gasps. The noise of breaking glass had come from the room directly above the lounge. The master bedroom, the room she shared with Mark. If only he were here. As she’d climbed the stairs she’d felt her resolve draining away, slowly, like water down a blocked drain. Now she struggled to get it back, to reclaim it as her own. She hefted the poker in her hand and stared hard at the bedroom door.
Her fingers tightened around the brass doorknob and she twisted it gently, twisted it until it stopped turning, and then, taking a deep breath, she hurled the door open and stepped into the room with an incoherent cry, the poker raised above her head.
The young woman with the blond curls was sitting on the bed, staring at her impassively. Her gaze travelled from Sophie’s face, to the poker and then back again, locking on Sophie’s wild eyes. “Hello, Sophie,” she said in a lilting, almost musical voice.
Sophie’s gaze took in the broken carafe at the young woman’s feet. Her arm was beginning to ache with tension and with the effort of holding the heavy poker aloft, but she kept it steady. “Who are you?” she said, immediately infuriated by the pitch of her voice. She sounded like a frightened schoolgirl. She made an effort to adjust it. “What are you doing in my house?” Better—deeper, more mature.
The blond woman’s eyes widened slightly. “Your house? Well that’s an interesting concept. Your house.” She said the words again, seeming to mull them over, to digest them. Finally she said, “How long have you lived here, Sophie? Oh, and you’d better put the poker down. It’s very hot.”
Sophie glanced at the poker. She’d pulled it cold from the hearth and carried it up the stairs, comforted by the icy metal in her hand. So why was the tip now glowing red and the conducted heat from the poker scorching her palm? She cried out and dropped it, letting it clatter to the floor.
“You were saying,” the young woman continued. “Something about this being your house?”
“It is my house. Mine and Mark’s. We’ve lived here two years now.”
“And the people before you, the people before them and before them. They all thought it was their house too.” She looked about the room. “Strange, I remember this house being built and I remember hating it because it was my house they pulled down to make way for it. Oh, it wasn’t much, my house. A hovel. We used to bring the animals inside in the winter to keep them warm…to keep us warm too.” She laughed, a harsh, brittle sound. “Christ, it stank!” The laughter ceased abruptly. “But it was home. This land, the land now occupied by this…this monstrosity, was our land, me and my family’s. We still have rights. We still belong here.”
There was a fervent light in the young woman’s eyes as she spoke.
Mad, Sophie thought. Absolutely barking mad. A small thrill of fear shuddered through her. How was she going to get the woman out of her house?
“Oh, I’ll leave in my own sweet time,” the woman said, reading her thoughts. “But first we’re going to have some fun. Would you like that, Sophie, some fun?”
Sophie nodded slowly, deciding to humor her. “Yes,” she said. “I’d like that.”
The young woman’s gaze swept the floor, alighting on a shard of glass from the carafe. It was about four inches long, curved and wickedly sharp. “Perfect,” she said and picked it up.
In that second, when the young woman was distracted, Sophie could have run, turned and dashed down the stairs and out of the house. But the moment passed and instead she watched, captivated as the woman retrieved the shard of glass from the floor and held it to the light, making it glint and glisten.
“Now, Sophie, I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” Sophie said.
“Take off your clothes. All of them.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sophie said, but at the same time her fingers were fumbling with the button on her jeans. She popped the button and slid the denims down over her thighs, letting them drop to the floor.
“Good girl.” The young woman smiled encouragingly. “That’s good. And now the rest of them.”
As Sophie pulled her shirt over her head, her mind was crying, I don’t want to do this! But there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to stop herself.
The young woman moved towards her, the glass shard clasped tightly in her hand, so tightly it had sliced through her palm and fingers. She seemed oblivious to the blood that dribbled from her hand and dripped to the floor where the oak floorboards were sucking it in.
Once Sophie was completely naked and standing shivering, cold and vulnerable, the young woman moved closer still.
Sophie cried out at the first cut, but after that she was silent, unable to do anything but accept her fate.


















































Check Out The New Trailer For “The Revenant”


revenant“The Revenant” is a horror/comedy directed by D, Kerry Prior and stars David Anders, Chris Wylde, Louise Griffiths and Jacy King. the story follows Bart a soldier killed in action then brought home only to rise from the dead and seek out his best friend. The two search for answers and when they realize Bart needs blood to hold of the decomposition stage. “The Revenant” has a planned limited theater run but will be available on VOD on August 24th as well. Check out the new trailer below.

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“Creep Van” Offers A Refreshing Return To Classic Horror.



25736_113476162007881_138058_nIt isn’t often these days to see a horror movie much like “Creep Van”. The story is about a used van that has definitely seen better days and a guy looking to buy it. Unfortunately it is a total creep machine complete with a creep expressing his homicidal tendencies. Bonus- the film is not trying to when you over with giggles and LOL’s either, this film goes back to the roots of horror and brings you into it’s story with brutal and gory awesome-ness!. Check out the official trailer below and look for “Creep Van” directed by Scott W. Mckinlay and stars Brian Kolodziej, Amy Wehrell, and Gerald Emerick. The horror flick has been picked up by Inception Media for domestic distribution so it should be coming our way soon.




Paranormally Charged Trailer For “Greystone Park” Offers An Even Creepier Warning!



greystone_thumb[2]The trailer for “Greystone Park” arrived a few days ago with a chilling warning to viewers that some have experienced paranormal activity after seeing it! Much like another haunting footage flick does this one also manages to bring some creepy images, unnerving sound effects and actual moments that should scare. Of coarse the other movie I am referring to is “Grave Encounters”. I love that film. “Greystone Park” looks to be another ghost story that I am sure to love based on the trailer and earlier info that has been released. Anyway check out the trailer below.

Based on true events, the film follows three aspiring filmmakers trying to document unexplainable events in an abandoned insane asylum known as Greystone Park. Urban legend has it that anyone who ventures into the forsaken hospital will suffer the consequences and face their own horrors. The trio stumble across a mysterious realm of escaped patients, ghosts, and demonic shadows as they try to uncover the truth behind Greystone Park.
The film stars Sean Stone, Oliver Stone, Alexander Wraith, Antonella Lentini, John Schramm, Monique Zordan, and Monique Van Vooren and was written by Stone and Wraith.
 
“Greystone Park” (formerly Graystone) is the feature directorial debut by Sean Stone, which will be available on VOD on September 13th and on DVD on October 16th through XLrator Media.
 



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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Creep Creepersin’s “Dracula”


Shot in just 5 days in Malibu Canyon, CA. Creep Creepersin’s “Dracula” is a modern retelling of the classic character putting a new spin on the iconic fiend. The story begins inside a huge mansion where Dracula (Peter Stickles) has been kept for many years. His only visitors are his servant, Dwight (Bruce L. Hart) and his physician Dr. Van Sloan (Domiziano Arcangeli). Dracula’s estranged wife Francine (Elina Madison) also pays him visits but more so to mock him. Something is very wrong with Dracula and through this film, we find out what that mysterious illness is. All we know is that there is a change happening to him that is making his thirst grow much more rapidly.
Dwight takes care of Dracula by bringing him new “guests” to feed off of. But over the years, the act of feeding has made Dracula nauseated so he and Dwight have been trying to find new, “less intrusive” ways to feed. Dracula is also disgusted with type of people Dwight has been bringing to the house for him mainly prostitutes and transients. That is until Dwight brings home a quick witted hitchhiker named Helen (Elissa Dowling) who immediately peaks Dracula’s interest and he allows her to be spared in order for him to have some descent company. With Helen’s help, Dracula uncovers the mystery of his illness, and many other secrets that will change the course of his “undead” life forever.
The film stars Peter Stickles, Bruce L. Hart, Domiziano Arcangeli, Elissa Dowling and Elina Madison. Featuring great cameos and by Dawna Lee Heising, Lisa Margaroli, Tara Alexis, Ming Ballard, Wil Reeves and Jonny Camp. It is scheduled for release in 2013. Check out the poster below featuring a rather suave Dracula poised in his lounger probably thinking about his next meal or maybe something more troublesome lies behind that cold stare. From reading about the new direction of Dracula that Creep Creepersin is taking with his film this is one on my list must sees. Some people may scream against new Dracula as this film shows him refusing to accept anything but the classically traditional Demon that has been done and done to death. However I think this will be a new refreshing story that will kick nay-sayers asses!
 
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Check Out The Official Poster For “Creepy Crawly”


FEAR FILM Motion Picture Studios and Road 8 Entertainment present a new horror film by Jason Daly and Robert J. Massetti. The film will Premier on Halloween Weekend at the FREAK SHOW Horror Film Festival this October. Directed by Robert J. Massetti/Jason Daly the film is about a family who fights for survival when they encounter a creepy, bloodthirsty creature never seen before by human eyes. “Creepy Crawly” stars Cyndi Crotts, Scott Tepperman and Shawn Copenhaver.
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Check Out The Trailer For Russian Zombie Flick “Winter Of The Dead”



485783_451537804859992_1677525418_nIn the middle of an extremely hot summer in Moscow, snow starts falling and zombies attack a pre-election protest march (which actually now occurs all around Russia!).
Konstantin – a Moscow journalist, hides from the onslaught with the daughter of a local tycoon in a hardware store. Captain Igor Knyazev kranks up the only working tank, whilst his lover, Dasha is running away from her angry husband, who has learned of the pair’s betrayal, and wants revenge, regardless of the weather…Faced with horrifyingly gripping news material, a dedicated cameraman, Vlad, captures the strange events on video as priest Father Michael gets out his trusty axe …


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I’m Not Sam By Jack Ketchum And Lucky McKee


Book Worth Reading:

ketchum10Now I'm way beyond confusion.
Now I'm scared.
I've slid down the rabbit-hole and what's down there is dark and serious. This is not play-acting or some waking bad dream she's having. She's changed, somehow overnight. I don't know how I know this but I sense it as surely as I sense my own skin. This is not Sam, my Sam, wholly sane and firmly balanced. Capable of tying off an artery as neatly as you'd thread a belt through the loops of your jeans.
And now I'm shivering too.
In some fundamental way she's changed...
 
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Thought Forms By Jeffrey Thomas


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A NOVEL OF SUPERNATURAL HORROR FROM THE VISIONARY AUTHOR OF PUNKTOWN AND LETTERS FROM HADES.
THOUGHT FORMS follows the alternating stories of two cousins stalked by mysterious enemies bent on their destruction...
Ray is a lonely young worker in a leather goods factory, whose parents were murdered by unknown assailants when he was just a child. Now, years later, having moved into the same remote house in which the murders occurred, Ray becomes increasingly harassed by enigmatic robed figures who may be connected to that long ago night of carnage.
Meanwhile, Ray’s cousin Paul goes to his job in the plastics company where he works nights, unaware that soon he and a small crew of coworkers will become trapped inside and hunted by an inhuman entity against which they must desperately battle if they hope to survive until morning.
 
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Check Out The Trailer For “Killer Motel”



news070812-4picThe trailer has been released for 'Killer Motel', a new Japanese horror movie helmed by Kazuya Ogawa ('Pink Subaru'). The film focuses around a group of teens who are forced to stay in a motel deep in the woods, where they encounter a landlord with a "bewitching" daughter and zombie son.
Synopsis
There is a Japanese style inn located in an out-of-the-way area near Mount Fuji. No one knows if it's in business or not, but the inn is owned by two people: the expressionless host, and his bewitching daughter. The host lures six patrons to stay at his inn for one night. All the guests feel the inn has an odd feel to it, but none of them pays attention to it in particular. In reality, the host and his daughter have a hidden agenda. They are hunting in order to feed the host's son: a huge living zombie hidden away in a locked room, whom these cruel hunters dote on as if he were still part of the family.
'Killer Motel' opened across Japan at the end of July 2012.




There Is A New Legend Coming Our Way And It Is Wicked!!!



329150_346133092064759_2052142848_oCheck out the teaser trailer for “The Wicked” a new horror that brings a wicked new legend to scare the hell out of us all. It looks like this flick has covered the classic and creepy frights. The Wicked is a low budget Horror film starring Devon Werkheiser, Justin Deeley, Jess Adams, Diana Hopper, Jackelyn Gauci, Chase Maser, Caitlin Carmichael and Jamie Ka.

The Wicked is the story of a witch who lives in a haunted old house in woods. Story has it, she survived the witch hunt of the 1700's. A story passed down from generations, it is believed by the town's people that if you throw a rock and break her window..."The Wicked" will get you!
The old folklore is revisited when a 7 year old girl turns up missing from her home The rumor around town was that the little girl had broken the witch's window the night before.

"THE SEASON OF THE EQUINOX, THE WITCH BESETS HER KILL. ONE LESS SOUL THE TOWN TO KNOW, TAKE AGAINST THEIR WILL."


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Demon In The Mist By Rickey Russell

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When Karen Ison learns of the disappearance of her neighbors she searches for answers. With the help of a stranger she soon embarks on a journey that will lead her into a world of legend and magic.

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Monday, August 6, 2012

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Awesome New Trailer For “The Lost Coast Tapes”

2dgqjhkIn The Lost Coast Tapes, "Sean Reynolds, an eager television host, is on a mission to debunk famed Bigfoot hunter Carl Drybeck, who claims to possess the body of a dead Sasquatch. When the team arrives in Northern California, they are immediately thrilled -- Drybeck’s zealous belief in his hoax is going to make for a wildly entertaining episode of campy-paranormal television.
However, when Drybeck’s hunting partner is mysteriously attacked, the team is left alone, and reality begins to set in. The evidence is stacking up, Drybeck’s theory may not be a hoax, and the existence of Bigfoot might just be the least of their worries.
Shot on location in the region of the world’s largest concentration of Bigfoot sightings and based on the real accounts of locals, THE LOST COAST TAPES reveals a new truth about America’s oldest living legend."
 
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Amongst The Dead By David Bernstein


eBook Worth Reading:

AmongstTheDead72lgYoung and alone against the living dead.
Riley has lived alone with her dad in an isolated cabin in New York State for as long as she can remember. It’s just safer. Her dad’s told her about the time before the zombies, but she can only imagine it. Instead of playing with friends, Riley became a crack shot with a rifle. And she’ll need that skill now that her dad’s been bitten. She’ll be forced to leave the cabin and fight off zombies all on her own. She’s twelve years old. There’s a lot she’ll have to learn about the world she’s never really been part of. She already knows how to kill zombies. But now she’ll learn just how dangerous the living can be too.
 
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copyright © 2012 David Bernstein
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

The log cabin sat within a small clearing of the Catskill Mountains two miles north of the minute town of Roscoe, New York. The hamlet had been a resting point for travelers, its location just off Route 17, a busy highway used by people traveling from New York City to Binghamton. The nearby Beaverkill River, combined with the cabin’s wood stove, supplied drinkable water.
Two beds stood off in the far right corner of the bungalow, separated by a nightstand made from tree limbs. Each bed had a down pillow and two wool blankets, keeping the occupants warm during the wintry nights.
The cabin was stocked with food. Canned goods, jarred vegetables, beef jerky, pasta and oatmeal filled the shelves in the underground basement—a rough, but rather spacious, dug-out pit beneath the cabin. A red Oriental-style throw-rug covered the hidden door leading to the food supply.
Bill and his daughter, Riley, were blessed to have found the place and wondered for the first few days if the original owners would show. No one ever did.
Bill approximated that the food would last about three months between the two of them. They would dig in, rest for a spell; at least until the harsh winter ended. That was all before he became infected, having less than a few days to live.
The infection was spreading rapidly. He’d dug a grave, fifty feet from the cabin, as soon as he came back from Roscoe. His right arm had lost most of its color, becoming a chalky white, and was cracked with purple veins by the time he went to bed. He’d been bitten while scouting for supplies in the small town. It had seemed vacant, like most others this far north, but a group of the undead had been hiding out in one of the desolated stores.
The living dead were known to become docile when food wasn’t present, like a computer monitor switching to sleep mode, as if they were conserving power. Bill never understood why they needed energy; they were dead after all. Maybe it was the whole energy could never be destroyed, only converted into another form concept. Or maybe the living dead needed energy the way a living thing did.
Not much was known about the human brain, even in the year 2020, but for some reason it functioned in the undead. A zombie’s brains could get blown out, but if the brain-eye connection wasn’t severed in the process, the undead would remain active.
The eyes of an undead had an eerie, radiant-like quality as if they held a source of power. Usually a shot to the head was enough to sever the connection—the optic nerves running to the center of the brain where they met, before splitting into two again and extending into the back of the head—but taking out the eyes themselves was a sure way to stop them.
Bill had entered four stores, looking for supplies during his time in town, when the fifth proved fatal. Four zombies sprang at him like hungry hyenas on a weakened prey.
He’d managed to take out three with his .30-30 rifle, his speed and former military training proving handy. The fourth, however, grabbed him. Man and zombie wrestled, slamming into walls and thrashing about, sending empty bottles and cardboard boxes sailing. During the struggle Bill dropped the rifle, his hand slipping up high and grazing the creature’s mouth. He felt the nauseous sting of rotten, infected teeth puncture his skin. The zombie held on like a pitbull, biting down with ferocious force, taking a large chunk of Bill’s fleshy hand.
He needed to chop off his infected arm before it managed to spread, but the zombie wanted more of his flesh.
Bill dove, grabbed his rifle from the floor and managed to get the weapon under the creature’s jaw. He pulled the trigger and sent a splattering of brain and skull matter to the ceiling. The zombie’s left eye went dim, but the right was still aglow. The creature attacked, slamming its fist into his temple as he got another shot off, blasting its right eye to hell. The creature slumped to the floor like it was made of blubber, but the impact from its punch sent Bill flying backward. He bashed his head against the countertop’s jagged edge, knocking him unconscious.
He awoke four hours later; amputation of the infected area no longer an option. The sickness had had enough time to spread throughout his body.
The disease, or virus, was spread through the blood stream, killing cells as it traveled. He’d bandaged the wound, hoping there was a chance he’d be okay, but that evening his joints were already aching. By the next morning he found it difficult to move his limbs, experiencing the beginnings of living rigor mortis. He hadn’t told his daughter; the thought of her alone in the world was horrifying.
Since the planet’s initial outbreak, in 2020, Bill had been keeping a journal of their travels, sights and methods of survival. And since returning from town, he’d spent his time writing down everything he could for his daughter. Every military tip he could think of, adding precise details for fishing, boiling water, cooking meat and hunting. Tears fell on the paper as he wrote, blurring some of the words.
When Riley was awake, he spent every second with her while teaching her the basics of self preservation, and giving her as much love as he could. She was only twelve.
She had asked him why his hair was falling out, if he was feeling all right, and why he looked so weak. And every time she asked a question, he would answer the same, telling her not to worry and that he’d be okay.
Alone, the food would last her eight months. He’d already taught her how to shoot; a necessity for surviving in a world gone to hell. Her shoulder, from practicing over time, had hardened, making the rifle’s impact no longer a problem. Bill’s time was up.
“Daddy’s going away,” he said, her azure eyes locking onto his. He stared into the extension of himself, the female version, her silky dark hair hanging off her shoulders like angel hair spaghetti.
“When will you be back?” she asked, gripping his hand, worried.
He was sweating, the fever reaching delirium levels.
“I’m sick, baby. I don’t have any time left.” He paused, holding back tears. “Everything is prepared, a bit rushed but ready, nonetheless. You don’t have to worry about food or water for some time.”
His head ached as if a hammer pounded at it. He was having a difficult time concentrating. “Wait here,” he said, getting up off the bed. He walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall; his reflection was sickening, as if staring into the face of a severely burned radiation victim. His hair was almost gone, with strands poking about in patches. Blackened teeth lined his bleeding gums; his eyes were sunken in and hollowed out revealing the skull beneath. The face he looked upon so many mornings was now an unfamiliar gaunt mess, void of color and lined with sweat.
“I have to go now,” he said, turning to his daughter. He was amazed at how little she’d asked about his condition as it worsened hour by hour. She had believed him when he told her not to worry.
“No, Daddy,” Riley cried, jumping off the bed, running to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. Bill let her have her last good-bye before pushing her away.
He had thought about telling her how truly special she was, but what was the point? Riley was twelve and would be hitting puberty soon. He had no idea what would happen then. Nothing about her condition was known for certain, and telling her could lead to her doing something careless. So he decided it was best to keep her past a secret. She needed to be on her toes, cautious. 
“I love you, Riley. Always and forever.” He turned, grabbed the rifle—knife attached to his belt—and left, closing the door behind him.
He limped, brushing aside prickly pines and bare branches, leaving a dogged trail through the snow-covered forest. His right leg dragged as it refused his commands. When he made it to the grave he turned and stood with his back to it.
If done correctly he should fall backward, collapsing and breaking through the branches he placed across the hole. The forest leaves, twigs and other debris should cover him enough. He didn’t want his daughter burying him or seeing his dead body when she came for the rifle. He’d left her with the .38 snubnose revolver. A nice piece for close encounters, but she’d need the rifle for hunting and long-ranged defense.
He picked up a small branch and bit down on it before raising the knife to his left eye and jabbing himself with the tip. The eyeball ruptured, its juices exploding like a jelly-filled balloon. He moaned, wanting to scream from sheer terror, but his daughter might hear.
With blood and eye fluid leaking down his cheek, he spit out the piece of wood. He placed the rifle against his good eye and pulled the trigger, knowing his daughter was special and would be fine.



































Trailer For “Alter Ego”



alter-ego-newFrom Takashi Shimizu, the famed director behind The Grudge and Ju-On franchises.
Set in an urban Japanese city, three young models are on their first fashion shoot at an abandoned and deserted school. Without warning strange events begin occurring that causes the models and photo crew to question their sanity as one by one they begin dying an agonizing and painful death. Deaths seemingly caused by none other than themselves.
The Masters of Japanese Horror
Takashi Shimizu (Supervisor Director) – The Grudge, Ju-On
Issei Shibata (Director) – The Locker, The Chasing World





Check Out The Trailer For “Anthology Of Terror: Prelude”



athology-dvdTravel through three terrifying tales with The Archivist – a wanderer older than time, cursed to witness all the horrors of the world…and write them down. “Anthology of Terror: Prelude” contains three horror stories spanning a hundred years, all hosted by The Archivist.
“Night Gallery for the 21st century!”
Starring Stephen Grey, Michael O’Hair, Richard Raphael, Greg Walter, Jackie Eskildsen, Erin Courtney, Linda Mishler, and Johnny Gel. Written by Matthew O’Day. Music by Steve Longworth. Directed by Ryan Thompson.



A Face In The Crowd By Stephen King & Stewart O’Nan


eBook Worth Reading:

o_king89Dean Evers, an elderly widower, sits in front of the television with nothing better to do than waste his leftover evenings watching baseball. It’s Rays/Mariners, and David Price is breezing through the line-up. Suddenly, in a seat a few rows up beyond the batter, Evers sees the face of someone from decades past, someone who shouldn’t be at the ballgame, shouldn’t be on the planet. And so begins a parade of people from Evers’s past, all of them occupying that seat behind home plate. Until one day Dean Evers sees someone even eerier...

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Hard Boiled Vampire Killers By Jim Gavin


Book Worth Reading:

front_med__42878_zoomMost people would call Ty Trotter a loser. He lives off his vampire girlfriend, can't hold a job, drinks and smokes the cheapest stuff on the shelves, and is Chairman for Life of his own Pity Committee, spending all his free time getting drunk, watching late-night TV and feeling sorry for himself.
Most people would call Ed Ma a nerd. He lives with his parents and attends school part time. He doesn't have a job, doesn't talk to girls, doesn't know how to network, and doesn't know what he wants to do when he finally grows up. He does what his momma tells him and always tries to be a good son. He spends all his free time either at the gym or on the internet.
But while most people are asleep, Ty and Ed roam the streets of Atlanta, pushing the darkness back an inch at a time by any means necessary. You see, they hunt vampires, the parasitic undead that threaten the good people of the city. Ty snipes them with a big-game rifle, Ed cuts 'em down a sword backed up by kung fu power.
Maybe they really are losers. They sure ain't registered voters, college professors, or members of the Chamber of Commerce. But they are... HARD BOILED VAMPIRE KILLERS.
 
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“Hellraiser” Reboot Concept Artwork


Rumors about a reboot or remake of Clive Barker’s “Hellraiser” have been going around the net for a few years now. It would be a big boost to one of the most talked about horror franchises. Now that some concept artwork for that bring ideas to light have hit the web for the potential flick rumors may someday soon become fact. Check out these great images from artist Paul Gerrard.
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Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Fourth And Final Character Poster Revealed For “Man On The Roof”


Check out the fourth and final character poster for Mikel Ledesma’s “Man On The Roof”. The film is currently scheduled for release early 2013. The film follows a group of friends who are terrorized by a mysterious psychopath from the the roof. Mikel Ledesma is the twisted mind behind the horror short “Tinsel”. Also Ledesma is planning his next project Romeo & Juliet Re-Vamp Modernization Entitled “Crazy & Beautiful”.
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Kensley Grant, Jori Gill, & Chris Wilson

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