There’s an old phrase people like to say when they walk through an aging home: “If these walls could speak…” Usually it comes with a smile, a nostalgic shrug, an acknowledgment that a house holds stories long after the people… Continue Reading →
Back in the mid-2010s, when I worked at Monster Mountain Haunted Attraction, I had what I still think is a genuinely solid horror-movie idea. Picture an outdoor haunted house tucked deep into the woods, fog machines humming, actors screaming on… Continue Reading →
My love for campy horror runs deep. I mean, the kind of movies that know exactly what they are and never try to pretend otherwise. They are loud, messy, ridiculous and completely unconcerned with being taken seriously. These films are… Continue Reading →
Going into 2026, I’ve found myself genuinely optimistic about the state of horror in a way I haven’t felt in a while. Not the cautious “maybe this year won’t be a disaster” optimism, but the kind that comes from looking… Continue Reading →
There’s a part of me that has always thought knowing the future would be the ultimate cheat code. No surprises. No wrong turns. No awkward moments where you realize too late that you absolutely should not have said that thing… Continue Reading →
I grew up around faith the way some people grow up around fire. It was always present, always framed as protective and always capable of doing real damage, depending on who was holding the match. I watched ordinary people gain… Continue Reading →
I have always believed the purest horror is the kind that strands you in the woods with bad choices, worse friends and a killer who solves problems like a MacBook powered by evil. For me, Friday the 13th is the… Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look in the mirror and think, “Man, if I could just make a few tweaks, I’d be unstoppable. Maybe drop a few pounds here, add a little muscle there…” You know, the classic mental makeover montage where I… Continue Reading →
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara.” That single line, whispered with mock menace in Night of the Living Dead, forever changed horror. It is amazing how a simple tease between siblings could ignite one of cinema’s most enduring legacies. For… Continue Reading →
Queens of the Dead: Where the Undead Learn to Slay
“They’re coming to get you, Barbara.” That single line, whispered with mock menace in Night of the Living Dead, forever changed horror. It is amazing how a simple tease between siblings could ignite one of cinema’s most enduring legacies. For… Continue Reading →