I was going to make a zine, but I got lazy and put it off (like I often do).  I made this and wrote it all, and I’m anxious for you all to see it because I’m afraid I’ll never put it in a zine, especially since I was so excited about writing this one. Enjoy, and share your thoughts.
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I was going to make a zine, but I got lazy and put it off (like I often do).  I made this and wrote it all, and I’m anxious for you all to see it because I’m afraid I’ll never put it in a zine, especially since I was so excited about writing this one. Enjoy, and share your thoughts.
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I was going to make a zine, but I got lazy and put it off (like I often do).  I made this and wrote it all, and I’m anxious for you all to see it because I’m afraid I’ll never put it in a zine, especially since I was so excited about writing this one. Enjoy, and share your thoughts.

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Last night I got to see Evil Dead for the second time.

This time I had the privilege of viewing it in a run down, musty-smelling theater with sticky floors and broken seats. The film was ran on a film projector and the audio came through crackling speakers.

The perfect way to view any horror film, especially one as epic as Evil Dead.

Also, I think the climatic kill at the end of the film is my favorite kill of all movies in the past decade.

Gang-rape and a Dismembered Body.

I was reading Judges 19 the other night. To better understand this, I would just suggest you read the passage itself, however, I’ll attempt at giving you a short overview.

It’s about a Levite and his concubine. She was unfaithful to him and she ran off and didn’t come back. Four months later, the Levite goes to his father-in-law’s home (the father of the concubine) to fetch her and bring her back. With him he brings his servant and his two donkeys. After staying several nights with his father-in-law, the Levite, his servant, the concubine, and the two donkeys head back to their home. They stopped in a town square to camp out, because nobody would take them in for the night. But then a local comes up to the group and urges them not to sleep in the town square, and invites them to stay at his home. They accept.


Once they arrived at the home and started to eat dinner, they hear a rather angry knock upon the door. It’s the wicked villagers of the surrounding town. They ask the local man to send out the Levite so they may have sex with him. The local responds by offering up his virgin daughter instead. The men decline the offer. Then, the Levite offers up his concubine, they accept her. She’s thrown into the mob of angry villagers, from sun down to sun up she is raped and beaten. (Yeah, that’s nearly 12 hours of torture for the concubine.)

The next morning, the Levite looks out to see his concubine on the doorstep, reaching for the threshold of the door. He tries to stir her but she does not respond, she lays there inert. So he takes his concubine, puts her on a donkey, and carries her lifeless body back to his home. When finally he arrives, the man cuts up the concubine, limb by limb, into 12 pieces. He sends these dismembered body parts to all the parts of Isreal.

If you continue on and read the last chapters in Judges, you will come to see the conclusion of the story. But the reason I have brought up this point is to show you what has happened in my life recently.

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I love horror movies,

and whenever I talk to people about horror movies I start to get really excited because it rarely happens. I ask them their favorites, then they start naming off pop horror. Then I get disappointed.

Whatever happened to people liking good horror movies? Like, the classics. Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Evil Dead, Psycho, Night of the Living Dead, etc. Or even films such as Creature of the Black Lagoon, Nosferatu, and The Wolf Man. And what’s with all the people I talk to about horror having no clue who Herschell Gordon Lewis is?

I’m only 18 years old. But I am living proof that just because I am young, my taste in horror movies doesn’t have to suck.

A brief history of my love for horror.

Horror movies are not simply entertaining to me, though they are that too, they are a strong coping mechanism in my life. Anytime I face a hard time, anytime I regress into a state of sadness, they help me. Sick, disturbing, gory, and ghastly; horror movies are a big part of my life.

I was just getting into horror movies early last year, mostly because of the “zombie” fad that swept the nation. Prior to then, my childhood was lived in fear of the genre of horror. From Goosebumps to Child’s Play, I was terrified and wanted nothing to do with anything remotely “scary.”

In August of 2011, I hit a very rough spot in my life. Sadness and despair turned up in my life and God showed me that horror movies were not only entertaining and interesting to me, but that they could help me cope in very hard times.

When I had no one to confide in, and no one to talk to, God was always there for me. It was in this very difficult time of my life that God showed me the light in horror movies. When despair finds itself in our lives, we regress to becoming very depressing creatures. I, for one, become a very sick and disturbed person, these horror movies reflect that aspect in me… all in a fictional realm. Therefore, no real-life harm is done.

I’m not sure if there are any horror fans out there who have the same connection to it that I do, though I like to think there are a few. The genre of horror is truly a godsend.

When I get looked down upon by fellow “Christians” for liking horror movies, it really does hurt me. Horror movies, to me, are a gift from God. They’ve helped me on such an emotional and spiritual level. I will be a horror fan until the day that I die. I may collect criticism for it throughout life, I may always be considered a “sick person” in the eyes of many, but I do not care. God and horror are there for me when friends and family are not. In fact, the two do more for me than most people can.

So if you ever view a gory movie with me and I laugh during the most gruesome scenes, do not be alarmed, it’s only the way I deal with things. Hate me, or love me, but I will always be a horror nerd. It’s instilled within me, and it will never leave. Horror is my home.

A friend of mine recently informed me of a movie series entitled the Guninea Pig series.

8 of the most gruesome, unrelenting films in the horror/gore/slasher genre.

I can’t believe I’m just now hearing about the series to be honest. I’m going to try and find them to watch.

Has anyone heard of the series?