Scariest Movie Characters

I have seen one too many scary movies and would like to see more from slasher flicks to torture porn to remakes to some weird stuff (I like this one the most) Obviously, it's the genre I eat and breath. Part of the reason I love these fright flicks so much is due to its unforgettable characters. Characters that stay with me even after I leave the theater. They are unspeakably weird, visually incredible and seriously creepy.

“I’m every nightmare you’ve ever had. I’m your worst dream come true. I’m everything you ever were afraid of.” – Pennywise

Sadaku from "The Ring"

By far, I consider the most brilliant of all. Imagine, a creepy girl with her hair covering almost the whole of her face with her eyes upside down is crawling out of the well and out through the TV to kill her victims. Can anything be any weirder than a Japanese horror flick?

Michael Myers from "Halloween"

What makes him scary is that he's just any other guy that snapped. He stalks and creeps around. And his walk OMG! A creepy walk at that. His mask amplifies the creepy level and he's seemingly unstoppable.

Hannibal Lecter from "Silence of the Lamb"

He kills his victims in gruesomely creative ways before eating their body parts including the brain. Anthony Hopkins' portrayal of Hannibal Lecter bleeds perfection. He's so effective that he hunts me down to my sleep.

Pennywise the dancing clown from "It"

A clown that grows razor sharp teeth, claws and glowing red eyes. And then, kidnap you and kill you in his evil sewer lair. The clown that haunted my nightmares for years afterward.

The Grady Twins from "The Shining"

Picture this. A pair of twins with pale white skin, popping wide eyes, ready for church dresses and standing in the middle of the hallway with a simple request: “Come play with us, Danny.”

Leatherface from "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre"

Leatherface is completely terrifying. A huge, childlike brute who hacks his victims with his chainsaw and eats them. This big over sized retardo didn't know any better but as for the rest of the family? Some of them did.

 Regan MacNeil from "The Exorcist"
She's the most iconic and the spookiest girls in the history of horror. Okay, she's an obvious choice. But who was never scared of her? A sweet young girl possessed by a demon that does and say's unspeakable things like hmm... uhm.. no I'm not allowed to say it. Just watch the movie.

Norman Bates from "Psycho"
Just like Regan, there's nothing I can say about Norman Bates that you don't already know. And yet this list wouldn't be complete without him. What's so scary about him is that he looks so normal and before you know it his insanity snuck up on you.

Funeral of the Heart

 Funeral of the Heart

I can feel I’m breaking

Inside I’m aching
Outside I’m beginning to numb
Please hold on tighter, my love

I’m letting you go for good
Sorry if things didn’t turn out the way it should
If you will be happier without me
Walk away I’m setting you free

I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same
Your loss cost me so much pain
Tears won’t stop from falling
Please catch me I’m falling

Each time I close my eyes
I see you, a lovely sight
I didn’t know where I went wrong
Please help me I’m not so strong

Today is the day I die
On my funeral, please wipe off the tears in my eyes
Take my heart out
Be careful, It has bruises and cuts

Unhappy Birthday

Unhappy Birthday

Robert was clearing the vault located at the near end of the office. He was dressed in suit and tie. He looked very anxious. He was sweating. The hair on his forehead was sticking down with sweat. Robert was breathing, heavily. He was putting cash and some documents inside a duffel bag seated right beside him. The room was quiet only the humming air con can be heard. To his surprise, the phone on his desk suddenly rang. He did not answer the phone; he just looked at it while slowly zipping up the duffel bag. Then the call went to his voice mail. His wife, Veronica, left a message to his voice mail.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Veronica sounded excited and nervous.

Right beside the phone was a picture of Robert and Veronica, looking very happy and content.

“Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ve been trying to reach you on your cell phone.” Veronica was wearing a sleeveless charcoal gray dress that fell to just below the knee.

“I guess it is dead. Just making sure you’d be home by 8 o’clock.” Veronica was standing in front of a full- body mirror cradling the telephone receiver between her ear and shoulder while trying her black stiletto shoes on.

Robert turned off the light, slowly closed the door and left. The room was pitch black only the light coming from the phone on his desk can be seen.

“I prepared a little surprise for you. I’m sure you’re gonna love it.” Veronica was combing her hair in front of the full body mirror while speaking on the phone.

“Anyway, happy 35 ^th birthday. I want this night to be special for you. For us.” Veronica paused and stopped combing her hair. She, then, sat on the bed. Her eyes were glistening with tears. She’s about to tear up.

“In the past few months or probably years. I haven’t really notice. We’re always fighting. We scream at each other. We hurt each others emotions. I don’t know how and when it started. I don’t want to know anymore. I just want us to start all over again. I want to be happy again. I miss being happy -with you.” Veronica sobbed, uncontrollably and hung up the phone.

Robert’s car was parked a few meters away from their house. It appeared very dark; every single light was turned off. Robert, quietly, sat motionless inside his car. He stared at their house with a blank look on his face. His hands were on the steering wheel.

Robert caught a glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror. He looked at his fingers grasping the steering wheels and saw his wedding ring. He took it off and placed it in the glove compartment. His duffle bag was on the passenger seat. He noticed the gate opened up. Veronica came out of the gate and walked towards Robert. She’s smiling and giggling. As soon as she approached the car, Veronica knocked on the passenger seat window signaling him to bring the car in the garage. Robert stared at Veronica for a few seconds and shook his head. Veronica gave him a puzzling look.

Robert got out of the car and faced Veronica’s direction.

“Stop it Veronica! We’ve talked about this. I’m leaving you.”

Veronica came storming in towards him. She placed both her hands to Robert’s face.

“But, we can fix all these. We can be happy again just like before. Today is a good start ..." Veronica began to plead

Robert pulled away from Veronica and held both her hands, tightly. Her efforts seem wasted

“Let’s not use my birthday or any other occasions for that matter to insist what is not right. We keep going in circles. It is not working and besides it is not worth it. I am not happy anymore.” Robert snarled cruelly at his wife.

“Let’s give it another try. Let’s keep trying, Robert. I know we can still save this marriage. We can still be happy.” Veronica pleaded.

“Are you even listening, Veronica? I can’t do this, anymore. Not with you.”

Robert tried to go back to the car but Veronica stopped him.

“Where are you going? You're just gonna walk away from me for some tramp?” Veronica hissed angrily, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“To hell, away from you!” Robert screamed


“You want to leave?! Leave! But you’re not taking anything with you. All these things you have are from me. I turned you into somebody. If not for my money and influence. You are nobody!” Veronica’s face flushed with anger.

Robert walked out from Veronica towards the gate. Veronica got inside the car breathless and sobbing. She, then, noticed the duffel bag on the passenger seat. She unzipped the bag and saw the cash and documents inside it, surprise to see the cash and started reading the documents. When Robert noticed Veronica reading the documents inside the car, he ran back towards the car.

“What the fuck are these?! Are you trying to steal from me?!” She screamed at Robert

“No Veronica. I was ...” Robert said calmly, shaking his head.

“You prick!” Veronica had gotten increasingly angrier.
“You would have to kill me. I’ll sue you. You’ll rot in jail.” she continued, the threatening edge still in her voice.

Robert pulled out Veronica from the car through its window. Veronica tried fighting back and screamed. But Robert was strong enough to grab her out of the car and covered her mouth. Veronica didn’t give up. She slapped him and grabbed his hair, repeatedly as much as she can.

Robert strangled Veronica to death. When Robert realized his actions had inadvertently killed his wife, it horrified and confused him. Suddenly, he didn’t know which step to take next. Robert heard a vehicle was coming their way. Immediately, he putted Veronica’s body inside the car and drove the car into the garage.

Robert closed the gate and carried her lifeless body to the house. Robert was unable to open the locked door. He searched the key to his wallet but it wasn’t there. He placed Veronica’s body to the doorstep and hurriedly, went to his car to get the key. Then, Veronica started moving. She’s gasping for breath. As soon as she’s able to open her eyes she saw Robert standing to her right side where she’s lying. Robert was unlocking the door knob. And then he saw her coming back to life. Very quickly, he strangled her once again. She wanted to scream but she cannot. Robert’s hands were holding her neck too tight while he’s trying to lift her. She tried her hardest to reach for the door knob. Finally, Veronica reached the door knob and opened the door. And then she died.

The door opened, widely. Lights turned on. It was Robert’s biggest surprise of his life. There were about 20 people- family and friends- waiting for him to enter the house. Veronica gathered these people to greet him on his birthday. Complete with party hats, balloons, blow outs, noisemakers, confetti and a banner with his picture on it that said “Happy Birthday, Robert.” Every one of Robert’s guests saw him squeezing the life out of Veronica. Then, there’s an awkward silence.                                                                  

                                                         T H E E N D

Alone in my Pit

                                

Alone in my Pit

Slowly, dimness creeping all over me, eating me… killing me
Now I’m falling down into immensity and darkest well of melancholy
The sharpest pain coming from within... numbing me… killing me
It is as dark and harrowing as night not a speck of light is in sight
I’m lost and undone, wondering where everything has gone
I’m stripped down to my soul almost bouncing aimlessly like a ball
There’s neither sun nor moon to ease my pain each time extreme terror reigns

All alone in my pit, I’m exhausted almost losing my grip
No one seems to care, is it because I’m no more than a mediocre?
I’m aching with hunger to love, willingly, I’d give anything I have
But then again, I’m all alone in this solitary room

… crying in vain nothing is left but flooding rain.

Twisted

Dawn. Rachelle is running into the woods. Barefoot. Her face is flushed and her dress is stained with mud. She’s running as fast as she can, not minding the painful scratches the twigs are giving her. There are a few visible scratches on her arms and feet. The leaves rustle as she passes through it. She’s breathing heavily.

Meanwhile , a pair of feet wearing a hiking boots are running and heading uphill into the woods. The man stops, reaches out and manages to grab hold of a tree branch beside him. He’s panting and gasping. As he holds tightly to a tree branch, blood drips from his palm and crawls down from the branch down to its roots.

“No one escapes. Do you hear me? No one! You’ll die in agony!” the man shouts so loud it echoes and rumbles like thunder.

The forest is now shrouded in thin fog and darkness .

Rachelle hears him. She, quickly, hides behind a tree. She then scoots on the other side of the tree and creeps to get a better view. But this time, the man has left. She walks as fast as possible. As she looks around, the place is pitch black and she can see nothing. Suddenly, a cold wind blows. It chills her to the bone. She stands hugging herself against the cold. Then, she feels something moves across the distance. She runs, hurriedly, towards a tree almost hugging it. Later, she leans behind a tree, furtively peeking around. When a pair of hands tainted with blood grabs from behind her. She tries to scream but she cannot. She cannot breath.

Rachelle- a 19-year old college student- is lying on her bed, moaning in her sleep. She, then, wakes up sweating and panting, she has had a really bad dream. It is quarter past midnight. The only light in the room is moonlight streaming in through the window with a curtain flapping in the wind as though there is wind blowing through it. She reaches for her glasses beside a lampshade on her bedside table and wears them right away. She tries turning the lampshade on. The light from the lampshade comes on and then goes off. She , then, notices the cool wind coming into the room, she gets out of bed and closes the window. Suddenly, she hears a noise coming from outside the room. As if someone or something falls off to the floor. Slowly, she nears to the door and opens it.

Rachelle leaves the bedroom into the darkness outside it. She is tiptoeing her way from the bedroom to the lounge. She makes sure not to make any noise. Upon reaching the lounge she turns the light on and then she stops and looks around her. Nothing seems unusual so she decides to go back to her room. Just when she is about to walk away. Something moves from the hallway leading to the kitchen. Very carefully, she walks towards the kitchen.

As soon as she reaches the kitchen, as if on cue, lights go out. Rachelle panics. Quickly, she takes the cook’s knife out of the knife block near her. From her peripheral vision, she sees a movement from the lounge. Breathing heavily, she starts walking back to lounge while her right hand continues to grip the knife.

Rachelle tries to reach the light switch in the darkness. Suddenly, from behind her a pair of hands tainted with blood grabs her. One hand covering her mouth while the other one wraps around her belly. She fights back, ferociously. Then, they both fall to the floor.
In a dim-lighted room, a naked man with his hands tied up is seen. His face dripping with blood and sweat. An image comes out of the dark corner of the room. It’s Rachelle. Her eyes flash with anger. Her right hand gripping the knife. Slowly, she walks toward the man.

“You piece of shit! You think you can escape from me?!” Rachelle said, ferociously, as she moves closer to him.
“No one escapes. Do you hear me? No one! You’ll die in agony!” Rachelle screams.

“Let me go, please…” whispers the man, his voice pleading.

THE END

 

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