pop culture
Pop culture for horror junkies; all about the famous films, creepypasta tales, trends and tropes that bled from the fringes of fright into the macabre mainstream.
Where Am I?
As I slowly emerge from the depths of unconsciousness, a shroud of darkness envelops me, leaving me disoriented and trembling. My heart thunders against my ribcage, each beat echoing through the hollow expanse of the unfamiliar room. Where am I? The question reverberates in my mind, but the answer remains elusive, obscured by a thick fog of confusion.
Horror to Culture
A friend of mine started a page devoted to horror. It’s a worthy project from someone I know who has both a depth of knowledge on and a genuine love for the subject, as do I; so, when Mike asked if I would like to contribute, I was grateful.
C. Rommial ButlerPublished 2 months ago in HorrorA Nightmare on Elm Street
My mother once told me she had a strange, unsettling dream one night, wherein we had packed our bags for a return home to the States (from the Central American military base we were living on currently). Ridiculously, we had on heavy winter coats, although it was burning up outside. Suddenly, said my mother, a figure loomed up in the concrete stairwell going down to the ground floor. It was a terrifying figure with a fedora hat.
The Haunted Chatroom
Once upon a time, in the small town of Crestwood, a group of friends decided to spend their Friday night in an unconventional way. Instead of going to the movies or having a typical sleepover, they gathered in their favorite virtual realm - a mysterious chatroom known as "ShadowCrypt."
Haunted Hashtag
On that rainy night, as a light drizzle blanketed the city, a group of teenagers, Arya, Nia, and Rizky, decided to embark on a spooky adventure in an abandoned, dilapidated house on the outskirts of town. They were enthusiastic, confident that they wouldn't be scared by anything paranormal.
The Memory Thief
Detective Alex Mercer stared at the small town, nestled between rolling hills and surrounded by dense forests. It seemed idyllic, but beneath the surface, something sinister was unfolding. People in this once tight-knit community were losing their memories, as if stolen by an unseen force.
Lincoln VRPublished 3 months ago in Horror"Cosmic Symphony Unleashed: Raven's Hollow's Triumph and Tempest"
In the profound aftermath of Raven's Hollow's celestial triumph, the town found itself in a state of perpetual transformation. The harmonious energies, intricately woven into the very fabric of existence, transcended the mundane and the mystical, creating a living testament to the interplay between the seen and the unseen.
mohamed basemPublished 3 months ago in HorrorReed Alexander's Horror Review of 'Escape from New York' (1981)
Can we please talk about the fact that the first half of this cult classic is essentially Kurt Russell just walking around looking cool? And you know what's fucking dumb about that? That is the perfect embodiment of the Action Hero Trope throughout the history of the Action Genre. Literally, just the hero looking cool. Everything the hero does, HE HAS TO LOOK COOL. Not just cool, but fucking cool, a blown-out caricature of what a hyperactive, fifteen year old boy thinks is cool. I argue no one has ever done it better than Kurt Russell's Snake Plissken. I mean, at one fucking point he sits down in a lawn chair and just sits there looking cool. So, technically, that means the acting is superb because it's the right kind of perfectly fucking hammy.
Reed AlexanderPublished 3 months ago in HorrorReel Wild Cinema (1995-97)
The Mid-Nineties were a time of relative ease, strangely, on the American landscape. Despite race riots, political scandals, the uprooting of cultural mores, and the gradual emergence of mass casualty violence in the form of domestic terror and school shootings, it was, by and large, still a period where American preeminence was unchallenged, a fixity on the world stage, one that could be relied upon. I lived in a little blue house, under a vast, sprawling Midwestern blue sky, at the edge of farm fields and on a street with well-clipped lawns. And I thought I was PUNK.
Horror in the 90s: Update on My Book Project
It's been a minute since I have offered an update on my long term book project Horror in the 90s. So, I thought I would do a quick update and assure those following my book journey that I have no abandoned the project in any way. With the holidays, and a major personal setback at the end of 2023, along with some obligations regarding awards season, things just had to be put on hold. Until now.
Sean PatrickPublished 3 months ago in HorrorWhere is the missing child?
Part 1: The Vanishing Act The quaint town of Ravenswood, bathed in the silvery glow of the harvest moon, held its collective breath on that fateful autumn night. The wind, a spectral messenger, whispered ancient secrets through the rustling leaves, casting long shadows that danced upon cobblestone streets. Unbeknownst to its unsuspecting residents, a chilling mystery loomed within the heart of their seemingly tranquil enclave—a mystery destined to unfold in a series of events that would send shockwaves through the very soul of Ravenswood.
Finally Watched the Pop's Exorcism
🎬 Picture this: a quiet evening, a bowl of popcorn in hand, and the title "The Pope's Exorcist" glowing on the screen. Little did I know, I was about to embark on a cinematic journey that would redefine my perception of supernatural thrillers. Buckle up, because this is a ride you won't want to miss! 👻✨