I’m taking a short break from The Oracle, and will use this opportunity to finish the Dumb Vampires storyline. In the previous episode the vampires Freya and Sarah fled the city after the death of Britney. The hunters Robert and Tom are chasing them…
Freya peeked through the curtain to see it wasn’t yet sundown. She lay back in the bed with the sleeping form of Sarah beside her. On the bedside table was a mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels, as well as copious bloodstains. Sarah definitely still loved her alcohol, even as a vampire, which had surprised Freya.
They had fled the city and driven all night using the two dead bodies with them as food. Once dawn broke they went down a back road and covered the car windows up and slept all day. When it was dark again they abandoned the car and walked along the road. Sarah managed to get a passing car to stop for them. After feeding on the driver and hiding his body, they took the car and drove it until it ran out of gas. Luckily they weren’t far from a town and managed to find a motel not long before the sun came up. Sarah found there was a bar across the road and came back with the Jack Daniels and a companion to feed on. Freya had to admit that Sarah was getting better as a hunter. She had to come to a decision soon: either she had to cut Sarah free or take Sarah as her partner from now on. As she had always survived on her own it felt weird to have someone with her all the time, but she had grown fond of Sarah, though she didn’t like to admit this to herself.
She sat up and carefully got out of bed. Stepping over the body on the floor, she went to the small kitchen. Opening the fridge she poured some blood into a cup and warmed it up in the microwave. As she was drinking it, Sarah appeared with her blonde hair all mussed up. She grabbed some blood as well and warmed it up.
“It was a great idea to put all their remaining blood into a jug.” Sarah commented.
“Yes, otherwise it would go to waste.” Freya agreed.
“So what’s the plan?”
“We shouldn’t stay here too long as we are bound to get noticed.”
“Like we did at my place?” Sarah asked.
“Well yes. We stayed there far too long. We almost got caught.”
“Well I did have a large friend’s list.” Sarah stated. “So what do we do next?”
“We need to head to another city. It’s easier to blend in there, especially if hunters are after you. New Kingsport is nearby.” Freya told her.
“So what do we do? Steal another car and head for there?”
“I think that would be best, but I think first we should lie low for a couple of days here. Hopefully the hunters have no idea which way we headed. The quieter we are the better.” Freya informed her. “Anyway what do you want to do? Strike out on your own or stay with me?” Sarah looked at her surprised.
“I’m not sure I would know what to do on my own. I thought we would just stay together.” Sarah admitted.
“You’re already showing signs you can hunt, and all the other stuff will eventually come to you. I think you could definitely make it on your own.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Sarah asked looking upset. “You’re all I’ve got now Britney is gone.”
“No. I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to. Of course you’re welcome to stay with me for as long as you want.” Freya explained. Sarah suddenly put her arms around Freya and held onto her tightly.
“I never want to leave you.” Sarah told her.
“Okay.” Freya replied as she put her arms around Sarah’s quivering body. She now knew she could never let Sarah go. Both of them heard a car drive into the car park. Out of curiosity, Freya opened a curtain to see a familiar car parked there. Two men got out of the car. She turned to Sarah. “The hunters are here.”
“I deeply wish the killer comes to know what he took away from me. The love I shared with her. I want him to know the wonderful person she was and the light she brought into other people’s lives. I want him to know that; to finally understand what he took away from us all as he rots away in the darkness of a cell. That’s what I want.”
“I understand. Consider it done, though you have paid a great price.” the voice said. I stared at the pale reflection in the mirror.
Over the last few months I’ve been watching quite a lot of horror movies, essentially trying to catch up with ones I’ve missed of late. I thought I would give you my 12 favourites so far. These are not all necessarily the best movies out there, but they’re ones I quite liked, or ones that resonated with me in some way. I’m going to keep the list to films made in the last twenty years as I’ve also watched a lot of older films like all the Christopher Lee Dracula movies, but I would find them harder to rate against more modern films as they really come from a different era. These films are in no particular order and if there are films you plan to see in this list, but haven’t yet, then there may be spoilers ahead (I’ll do my best not to reveal too much). You have been warned.
1. The Descent (2005)
Woman loses husband and child in a car accident. A year later her friends persuade her to go caving with them. They end up finding a cave that hasn’t been explored for a long time and discover there are bipedal creatures stalking them. Someone compared this film to Alien, if it were set in a cave. A very claustrophobic and dimly lit film. There is a theory that there are actually no creatures and the main character has gone insane…
2. Ready or Not (2019)
Woman marries into rich family to find they have wedding night ritual that involves her randomly selecting a card and the rest of the family playing a game… Unfortunately she selects Hide and Seek and finds her new family are now trying to hunt her down to kill her. Darkly comic with rather violent bloody scenes. Has a brilliant and unexpected ending.
3. The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016)
An unnamed woman is found in a house where a massacre has occurred. Father and son coroners (in their downstairs medical lab) try to find out how she died and some clues to her identity. As the autopsy continues it gets stranger as they find impossibilities, such as writing on the inside of her skin. A very dark and atmospheric film.
4. Dagon (2001)
The closest to a direct Cthulhu Mythos film we may ever get. This film is not actually based on H.P. Lovecraft’s tale Dagon, but his The Shadow Over Innsmouth. If you like weird fish people and tentacles then this is your movie. Wonderfully atmospheric. Word of advice: don’t watch this film while eating the remains of a fish stew like I did. Just don’t.
5. The Ruins (2008)
A group of American tourists holidaying in Mexico decide to visit some Mayan ruins. Hilarity ensues. Well not really. In fact, not at all. This film will make you suspicious of any plant covered ruins, probably for the rest of your life. There are some really gross bits in this one.
6. Unfriended: Dark Web (2018)
This is a sequel to Unfriended, a film I haven’t seen, but as the characters are completely different from the first one this film stands extremely well on its own. Main character steals a computer from the Lost and Found of a cyber cafe (are they still a thing?). The entire film is seen through the screen of this computer. He is online with a group of friends when he finds a hidden cache of videos on his “new” computer showing quite disturbing and violent acts. Then the original owner gets in touch with him and things start to go haywire as the main character and his friends get enmeshed with a secret cabal on the dark web. A very compelling watch. The main character is a doofus.
7. Midsommar (2019)
After the main characters sister and parents die tragically, she travels to Sweden with her boyfriend and his group of friends. The boyfriend and one of the other friends are anthropologists keen to study a remote Swedish community. The vibe of this film is very much like The Wicker Man (and by this I refer to the original 1974 film) with the main character feeling out of place amongst people who still worship their pagan gods, and like The Wicker Man, a sense of unease begins to build. Stunning cinematography and gorgeous settings. I really liked this one, but as it’s over three hours long you have to invest a lot of time into this one.
8. The Children (2008)
I think this is a remake of a 1980s film. A family gets together for Christmas only to find the children suddenly become ill, and then they become murderous. Confirms my suspicions about children and makes me glad I never became a parent.
9. Raw (2016)
Vegan girl goes to Veterinarian school, but is forced to eat some meat during her first week there. Her body begins changing and she starts craving raw meat. I think you can see where this goes…. There are some really shocking moments in this one. It also shows how older siblings can be really awful people.
10. Teeth (2007)
Comedy horror where a chaste Christian girl discovers she has vagina dentata, or in other words, her vagina has teeth. Hilarity ensues as she uses her “gift” to exact revenge on certain males who have wronged her.
11. The Blackcoat’s Daughter (2015)
This is a dark one. It starts with two girls stranded at their Catholic boarding school during the start of the Christmas holidays. The older one is worried she is pregnant, while the younger one is convinced her parents are dead since they have failed to come and take her home. She also believes she is possessed. There is also a second story of a young woman who has escaped from a mental institution. How these two narratives combine and how it is slowly revealed what actually happened during that holiday is unsettling and chilling. Some moments of gory horror.
12. Banshee Chapter (2013)
I deliberately left this one last. I’ve watched it three times now and there’s something about this film I find compelling and terrifying. Loosely based on the H.P. Lovecraft story From Beyond, this movie is full-on Cosmic Horror. A journalist tries to find out what happened to her friend who has disappeared. She uncovers a video of him taking an experimental drug and then finds more video footage of secret government trials of this same drug being used on volunteers in the 1960s. The drug turns their mind into a receiver which lets things from another dimension enter them and wear them as skin. She also uncovers a numbers station that transmits a sequence of letters and numbers that are the same as what people in the video are repeating. In the end she contacts a famous counter-culture author (very much based on Hunter S. Thompson) and they end up searching for the place the numbers are being transmitted from. Disaster ensues. It took a long time to get this film out of my head. The song The Girl in the Window which plays during the closing credits (and one other time during the film) also got stuck in my head. In the end I downloaded and listened to it for days trying to decipher the lyrics… If you’re a sensitive soul like me, this may not be the best film for you…
Anyway I hope you found this article interesting. I’m also wanting to see Underwater (2020) a film with Mythos overtones and starring Kristen Stewart, La Casa Muda (with English subtitles), and Hagazussa (with English subtitles). If anyone knows of where I can find free (or extremely cheap) versions of these please let me know.
She said I don't care about most people
but I like you
she said I want to be with you
she said I love you
she said I don't want to come around
she said I thought I loved you once
but now I'm not so sure
she said I'm sick of you
and I was pushed under
the dark waves
This was previously published on my blog in June 2018.
"Daddy" bySylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
12 October, 1962
Sylvia Plath died this day in 1963. This is one of her more well-known poems.
I had plans to do my 2020 review, but I’m not in any state to do that right now. Maybe tomorrow…
As WordPress chooses to publish my poetry with no stanza breaks, no matter what I try, here are were the breaks are: the second stanza begins with “friend, most”, the third stanza begins with “they love, yet”, the fourth stanza begins with “me demons”, and the last stanza begins “to myself”. Every three lines basically…