HOORAY FOR BOOBIES!! By: ZOMBIE 'FAT BOY' ZANE

From "Countess Dracula"

SAY HEY WHATTA YA SAY! Coming back at ya live and direct from the seven six one oh seven it’s your ole’ pal Zombie Zane. What’s good? (Besides this blog and our awesome writing skills.) So I was gonna post the second half of my story today, but after careful consideration I decided to wait until tomorrow. But I do have something pretty good for ya. In fact, this post deals with two of my most favorite subjects. Horror and boobs. Yes. I said boobs. Don’t the two go hand in hand? (Pun intended) I mean you can’t have a good horror film without some gratuitous nudity can you?

Hell to the motherfuckin’ naw you can’t! Think about it. Think of all the classic nude/boob scenes in horror. There’s a ton of 'em. Remember PJ Soles in ‘Halloween?’ Or what about Jamie Lee Curtis in ‘Prom Night?’ You get where I’m going, yes? So how about we cut the foreplay and get to what I like to call, Horror's Best Chest's.  Catchy title huh?

First up we have the lovely Fiona Horsey. You may know her from, "Twisted Sisters," "The Chambermaid," and "Angst." She makes the list with a 3.5 out of 5 on the melon meter...

Next up we got "Open Water's" own Blanchard Ryan. Her lactoids land her a 3.5 on the melon meter...

Horror's next set of hot hooters belong to Matilda May. She was one of the space vampires in the film, "Lifeforce." I have to give this retro-hottie a 3.5 out of 5 on the melon meter...





Now this next pic, I have no idea who the girl in the photo is. All I know is she has a nice rack and the name of the film is, "Zombie Night." I give this unknown set of bra buddies a solid 4 out of 5 on the melon meter...

   

This wouldn't be a complete list without Rebecca Wood's (HA! WOOD!) Hot set of hottentots. She was in "Friday the 13th A New Begging" in case you were wondering...IT'S SHOWTIME!! 2.75 out of 5 on the melon meter...

  

How about this one? How about Nicole Bonin from the film, "Psychoward." Check out this nice set of LobLollies. A 4.75 out of 5 on the melon meter...

            

HOORAY FOR BOOBIES HUH? Ok, next up how about another set of kumquats from the smae movie, "Psychoworld." The melon meter says to give Eva Redpath a 3 out of 5.

                         

Ok, just a couple more. HA! Couple more! Get it! I hope so! This next pair belongs to Cinthia Moura. Otherwise known as the girl who played the 'deer woman' in the Masters of Horror episode, "The Deer Woman." Cinthia's corkers earn here a 4.25 out of 5 and a place on this list...

      












Well, it's been a fun trip. I hate to be the party pooper and all the boob-a-rific fun, but somebody has to. Before I go, I do have one more for ya. These are most (if not the most) famous pair of nippleloons in da' bussy. (that's code for in the business) Here we go! Registering a 5 out of 5 on the melon meter, the one, the only, The Mistress of the Dark, The Queen of the Macabre, ELVIRA!!...

And there it is. Some of horror's best chest's. Not a bad way to start the weekend, yes? Before I get outta here, be sure and check out Sasha's sweater puffs too. WAIT! did I say sweater puffs, I meant to say make sure and check out Sasha's stuff. No, not that stuff. Her articles you fuckin' perv. Haven't you seen enough yet?

Until next time, take care, stay a-scared and remember, WE are the BEST horror blog out there and I am out! Z-ya!

ZOMBIE 'FAT BOY' ZANE

                                              

ANOTHER DEAD FUCK BY: ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

..."Good Weed, white wine. I come alive in the night-time." Not that we condone drug and alcohol use here at Dead End Horror. We wanna be role models for today’s youth. And the Bullshit meter keeps on rising! AND RISING!

Zombie ‘Fuckin’ Zane here once again. And once again coming to ya live and direct from the seven six one oh seven. For those who care, we are now officially back to football and I can’t wait to see how my New York Giants are gonna fare this year. I’m approaching the season with cautious optimism, it looks rather dicey for us I’m afraid. But this ain’t a sports blog and I DO tend to ramble. How ‘bout we do some horror, yes?

So like a couple days ago, I posted part one of my story, "Corpse Fucker." Which you may or may not have read. Anyway, I’m gonna go ahead and post the second and final part of this mini-opus. So enough foreplay. Let’s get to part dos of "Corpse Fucker."

PART 2 of Corpse Fucker...　

"Doctor Currier’s office. How can I help you this morning?" The jaunty voice on the other end of the line said. And why shouldn’t that voice be jaunty and full of pep? The woman attached to that voice didn’t have something wrong with her vagina. She wasn’t having a burning sensation, she wasn’t having something foreign oozing out of her. She was probably on top of the fucking world.

"Umm...Hi. My name is Nanette Banks and I need to see Dr. Currier as soon as possible."

Her crotch had started itching again. She knew better than to scratch it. She had learned that lesson yesterday. Learned it and learned it well. Yesterday she had scratched at it and by the evening the itching had been replaced with an icy-hot burn that pulsated from the inside out. It felt as is if she were getting reamed out by a baseball bat wrapped up in barbed wire.

And then, there was the mealy-gray gelatinous ooze that seeped out of her. Seeped out of her from down there. And it smelled rank and musty. The smell reminded her of spoiled Spaghettios with extra parm cheese. Her vagina had been turned into an Italian restaurant. She couldn’t even fathom what was wrong with her. All this had happened so suddenly. The itching had only started two days ago and it had rapidly progressed from there. She rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

What the fuck is happening to Nanette? I guess you’re gonna have to check back next week to see what’s what. I thought I was gonna do this in two parts, but due to editing, and my anal-retentiveness, I have just decided (on the fly) that I’m gonna milk this thing out a bit.
So until next time, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out!

ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

CHECK OUT THIS SOCK ROCKIN' TUNE!!

                                                                                         

SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOTTA 'EM! BY: SASHA 'BB' SLAUGHTER

SMOKE IT!

DAMN! Is it nap time yet??? OK, I'll quit with the bitching and get down to business. Sasha Slaughter here with you for the final time this week, and I'm here to bring you more randomness! YAY!. And since we're still doing mixed bag O shit or hodgepodge stuff, whatever you wanna call it, I'll be reivewing MOH episode 8: Cigarette Burns. It came out in 2006 and was directed by John Carpenter. Let's get to it!

Movie theatre owner Kirby Sweetman is hired by an eccentric millionaire with a love for films, to hunt down the only known print of a film that has been said to have been destroyed. The film was so notorious that it's single screening caused the viewers to turn become homicidally insane during a film festival. The millionaire, Bellinger, invites Sweetman to his home to ask him to find the film Le Fin du Absolue Monde (The Absolute End of the World). He then takes Sweetman into a dark room and tells him that he collects more than just films. Sweetman then sees a person *a chalky, white, creepy person that is* chained up in the room. Bellinger tells him that he was one of the stars of Le Fin Absolue du Monde. Sweetman heard that the film had been destroyed but the pasty creeper tells him that it hasn't or else he'd know because the movie is a part of his soul.

Bellinger offers Sweetman $200,00 to find the print and says once he's watched it he will give it to Sweetman to screen in his theatre for two weeks. Sweetman begins his journey by travelling to New York to talk a reclusive film critic about the film. The critic tells him that the director of the film was planning on the massacre that happened on the day of the screening. He said he was there when it happened and he saw people murdering each other after the movie. Sweetman tells the critic he was hired to look for the print and the critic tells him that he should know what he's getting himself into. After the meeting with the critic he flies to Paris and talks to an acquaintance in the rare film business and asks if he could help him. The friend tells him he doesn't know anything about it and asks him to please stop searching for the film because bad things will happen.

His friend tells him that the only living survivor of the crew of the movie is blind and won't speak about it and Backovic, the director of Le Fin Absolue du Monde is almost certainly dead. He comes back later and tells his friend that he knows he isn't being completely truthful. Sweetman admits to him that he sees cigarette burns (which happens when the reel changes in a movie) and strange images. His friend tells him the more he looks for the film the more he'll see the cigarette burns and he will pay for every step closer that he takes. His friend tells him that he was the projectionist at the screening of the movie at the festival. He showed Sweetman his severely deformed hand and said that's what happened to him because of the movie. He told Sweetman the only reason he didn't die or go insane is because he was too afraid to watch the movie so he turned away.

His friend gives him the number of a filmmaker and says he wishes he wouldn't call the number but Sweetman does anyway. He arrives in a taxi at a warehouse with two bodyguards standing in front. The filmmaker tells that Sweetman that he knows he is changing and seeing things he can't explain and it's because of the movie. The filmmaker let's Sweetman go through an envelope of still from the movie and then two of his bodyguards hold him while the filmmaker drugs him. He wakes up duct taped to a chair with the taxi driver across from him. The filmmaker comes out with a machete wearing a leather mask and slits the taxi drivers throat and cuts of her head. He tells Sweetman that the act of murder is an art form and Le Fin Absolue du Monde is the apex of that.

Sweetman experiences another vision of cigarette burns and when he comes to he is holding the machete. The bodyguards are dead and the filmmaker is laying on the floor with his throat slit. Before the man dies, Sweetman asks if he knows where the film is and he says "Katja". Sweetman then flies to Vancouver British Columbia in search of Katja Backovic, the directors wife. She lets him into her home and tells him that he is the first one to make it this far. She also tells him that all of the stories about the film are true. She takes him into Backovic's room and shows him the equipment. Sweetman asks her how he died and she explained that Backovic watched the movie repeatedly and went insane. She tells him that he attempted to kill her but only disfigured her and then he killed himself.

He asks her if he can have the films and she says yes because it's already too late for him. He takes the films back to Bellinger in California and collects his $200,000. Shortly after he gets a call from Bellinger saying that he needs help. Sweetman arrives to find the butler standing in the foyer with cuts all over his body and accusing him of bringing trouble into the house before gouging out his eyes. Sweetman finds Bellinger in the projection room. He tells Sweetman that he watched the film and would highly recommend it. He said he wanted to make a movie of his own and then cuts out his own intestines and runs them through the projector. Sweetman blacks out and when he comes to he is watching Le Fin Absolue Du Monde. He gets a gun and then....

Boogity boogity, what's gonna happen next??? Idk..hows about you watch Cigarette Burns and find out for yourself. Now, onto what I thought. I actually kinda liked it. The whole idea of people watching a simple film and then going ape shit and killing people is intriguing to me...seriously. The plot was great and the acting was really good too. There was some nekkidness *some dead girl boobs and butt* a good amount of blood (especially when it sprayed from the taxi drivers neck..woo!) , some intestines, and a severed head...what more could a girl ask for?? I think overall I'd give it a 3 out 5. It kept my attention, which is hard to do sometimes =) and it was well written and well acted. Plus the little pasty white guy was weird looking...I mean...was that all make up or was he that weird looking and scrawny? IDK! But it was for sure creepy! OK, there you have it. As always you know what I'll say next, so stop by Dead End Horror next week for all new stuff. Thanks!! Ohh and peep out Zane's stuff as well!! He likes it when people look at his stuff!
                                                                                                                   

SASHA SLAUGHTER

                                                                   

                                                                      

...AND ACTION! By; ZOMBIE 'BIG BALLS' ZANE a.k.a 'FATS'

THE TRUE MASTER OF HORROR

YEPPA-YEPPA-YEPPA! Zombie Zane here once again from the seven six one oh seven! What’s poppin’ slime? Another day, another possible heat stroke. It’s so hot here I can hear trees calling the dogs over to piss on them. Anyway, how about for today’s post I run down ten of the best horror directors of all time? I mean let’s face it. If the director sucks the sac, then most likely the movie will too. And there are plenty of directors that suck the sac. Hey! I just had an idea! Maybe I could do a list of the top ten sac sucking directors of all time. But we’ll save that for another day. So, enough sac sucking, enough foreplay, let’s get to this weeks shit, yes.

THE TOP TEN HORROR MOVIE DIRECTORS OF ALL TIME

10. David Cronenberg - One of the founders of what is known as the ‘body horror’ genre. By that I mean bodily transformation and infection and shit like that. He’s done other films outside the horror genre, but I won’t go into all that. You can look him up if you want to know more. I’m not Wikipedia or Google. A couple of his horror films include, ‘The Fly’ (1986) and ‘Scanners’ (1981)

9. Dario Argento - An Italian film director, writer, and producer. He is best known for his work in the horror subgenre known as giallo. Giallo films are characterized by longer than average murder sequences, excessive blood, unique and stylish camera work, and weird ass musical arrangements. Some of his horror films include: ‘Suspiria’ (1977) and ‘Trauma’ (1993) He also directed ‘Jenifer’ and ‘Pelts’ which are two episodes from the ‘Masters of Horror’ Showtime-T.V. series.

8. Guillermo Del Toro - A Mexican director, producer, screenwriter, and designer. I just recently learned more about this dude this week (Thank you Tav!) And it turns out I’ve seen more of his movies than I realized. ‘Pan’s Labyrinth’ (2006) and the ‘Hellboy’ franchise are a couple just to name a few.

7. Clive Barker - An English author, film director and a visual artist. He is best known for his work in the horror and fantasy genre. Now I’m not a huge fan of this guy, I honestly could give shit one about ‘Hellraiser.’ I know that I may get banged on for that, but whatever. But personal taste aside, this dude had to be on the list. I may not like his work, but I got respect for him. A couple of Barker directed films include: ‘Hellraiser’ (1987) and ‘Nightbreed’ (1990).

6. Sam Raimi- An American film director, producer, actor, and writer. He is best known for directing cult horror films and producing films such as ‘The Grudge’ and ‘The Grudge 2' and also the 2005 horror movie, ‘Boogeyman.’ He also directed the ‘Evil Dead’ series and the 2009 horror film, ‘Drag Me to Hell.’

5. George A. Romero - Everybody knows this guy. Or at least should. He’s an American film director, screenwriter, editor, and sometimes actor. One word comes to mind when Romero’s name comes up, and that word is zombie. Obviously everyone knows his 1968 classic ‘Night of the Living Dead’ which was the first of several zombie movies directed by Romero. He also directed ‘Dawn of the Dead’ (1978), ‘Day of the Dead’ (1985), ‘Land of the Dead’ (2005), ‘Diary of the Dead’ (2007) which is my personal fave and 2009's ‘Survival of the Dead.’ This guy is the zombie master.

4. Wes Craven- An American film director and writer. He is best known for creating the iconic character Freddy Krueger and for the ‘Scream’ series. He’s directed over 20 horror movies and has produced just as many. I like pretty much everything this guy does. How could you not. Some of his other works include: ‘The People Under the Stairs(1991), ‘Last House on the Left’ (1972) and ‘The Hills Have Eyes.’(1977)

3. John Carpenter - American film director, screenwriter, producer, editor, composer, and sometimes actor. Obviously known for 1978's ‘Halloween’ and 1982's ‘The Thing’ He also directed ‘The Fog’ (1980), ‘Christine’ (1983) and is currently working on ‘Fangland’ due out sometime in 2011.

2. Tobe Hooper - This guy could be numero uno on most people’s list. And I damn near put him there on mine. But as it is, he’s number two. Hooper is an American film director, and screenwriter best known for his work on ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ and the Steven Spielberg produced, ‘Poltergeist.’ Other work includes, ‘Salem’s Lot’ (1979), ‘Lifeforce’ (1985) and ‘TCM 2' (1986)

1. Alfred Hitchcock - An English film maker and producer who founded many of the techniques used in today’s horror and suspense films. This guy started the whole enchilada. He directed the first slasher film, 1960's ‘Psycho.’ Which in turn spawned a prequel, a sequel, and a shitty-ass remake and a television series. His other works include such classics as ‘The Birds(1963), and ‘Vertigo’ (1958). Anyway, he may not be everyone’s overall number one, but he’s my pick. Really any of the top three could be moved around in any order, but I went old school.

Well, there you have it. Shit almighty that was a lot of writing!! There’s my list of the top ten horror directors of all time. So before you get outta here, be sure and check out Sasha’s stuff. If your lucky, she may show it to you again. So until tomorrow, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!                                                                                                                                 

ZOMBIE ZANE

                                              
  JUST SOMETHING COOL YOU SHOULD LOOK AT...

THE INSIDIOUS SASHA SLAUGHTER By: SASHA SLAUGHTER

EGADS!

Oh oh oh oh...oh hi there!!! Glad you stopped by Dead End Horror to get your mind blown by how damn good we are! Sasha Slaughter here with you yet again to bring your more randomness in honor of mixed bag O shit month. I'm gonna be going a little new school on your asses today. And I mean NEW NEW school. Ever hear of the film Insidious? Yes? No? Well I'll be reviewing that for you today. Insidious was released in the US on April 1, 2011. It was written by Leigh Whannell and directed by James Wan (The same guy that brought us Saw and Paranormal Activity). It runs a little over an hour and a half long, it was rated PG-13 and is a suspense/thriller. And heres a fact for you, the budget for this film was $1.5 and it grossed $91,923,029...WOW!!

Renai and Josh Lambert recently moved into a new home with their three children Dalton, Foster, and Callie. Renai and Dalton are going through an old picture album when he asks why there are no pictures of his father, Renai tells him that he doesn't like to have his picture taken. Foster comes downstairs and tells Renai that he is scared of his new room and asks if he can have a new one. Renai thinks nothing of it and tells him it will be fine. Later that evening Dalton hears something in the attic and goes to investigate. He sees what is referred to as the "Lipstick Demon" *signified by bones cracking* and falls off of the ladder he was on. His parents rush to attic and take Dalton to his room. The following morning Josh tries to wake Dalton for school when he realizes Dalton won't wake up. They take him to hospital and the doctor tells them that Dalton is in some sort of coma.

After three months of being a coma, Josh and Renai decide to bring Dalton home so they can care for him. While Renai is playing the piano, she hears some whispering on the baby monitor and someone yelling "I want it now" and then the baby starts to cry. She goes upstairs and doesn't see anyone but the baby is visibly shaken. More disturbing events occur and Renai suggests to Josh that the house may be haunted. At first he doesn't believe her and then she showed him the sheets from Dalton's bed with a bloody hand print on them. Later on that night Renai is almost attacked in the bedroom which repeatedly triggers the alarm in the house. Josh runs upstairs and can't find anyone in the house but Renai insists that there a man there. Renai begs them to move out of the house and Josh finally agrees.

Upon moving into their new home, new and increasingly violent things begin happening. While doing chores Renai sees little English boys running up and down the hall giggling and hiding in Dalton's room. Josh's mother Lorraine, believes the things that Renai is seeing and calls on her longtime friend/psychic Elise Reiner. Elise shows up at the Lambert home with two of her assistants and asks to do a walk through. They enter Dalton's room where Elise asks that the lights stay off. She appears to see something on the ceiling and is describing the thing to an assistant as he draws it. Renai grabs the sketch pad from the assistant and sees that he drew a demonic looking figure with a red face, yellow eyes, claw-like fingernails and hooves.

Elise then explains to the Lambert's that Dalton has the supernatural ability of astral projection. She tells them that this means he can wander around the parallel spirit world. She then tells them that Dalton has wandered to far away from his physical body to a place she calls "The Further" and he can't find his way back. She says that Dalton is interacting with other lost souls of the dead and also demons, because he believes he is dreaming and thinks he can't get hurt. She reveals to him that Dalton's astral projection has attracted the powerful demon in the drawing. She tells Josh and Renai that the demon lured Dalton in "The Further" in hopes of taking over Dalton's physical body. Josh is skeptical until he sees drawings of the demon that Dalton had made before his coma three months earlier.

Josh finally agrees to let Elise come back and help them get Dalton before it's too late. Upon returning to the home Lorraine and Elise reveal to Josh that he is also able to astral project and that's how Dalton got his ability. Elise tells him that when he was younger the spirit of a malevolent old woman befriended his astral projection and attached herself to him in hopes of taking over his body. Elise suggests that Josh once again astral projects to go into "The Further" to free Dalton's soul. Josh agrees and Elise instructs him on what to do. He finds himself in a black abyss where he meets his childhood self. Without speaking, the young Josh points him in the direction of the house. Josh searches the house for his son and along the way meets several other demons and lost souls. He finally finds Dalton chained in a room behind a red door that Josh had seen in one of Dalton's drawings. He enters the room and frees Dalton. They notice the demon watching them as they run out of the house to find their physical bodies before it's too late.

Dun dun dun!!! WOW! I actually really liked this movie. I mean, it was rated PG-13...whatever! So there was none of the 3 B'S, no cussing *OK maybe like 3 cuss words* and barely any blood, who cares! I'll admit, this creeped me out hardcore. I love horror and I love being freaked out by movies, unfortunately this rarely happens. Insidious did it for me! It creeped the bejesus out of me! The demons and lost souls where AMAZING! They looked so real and just scary. I had someone tell me this movie was bad and it looked fake...WTF were they watching?? And WTF do they know, besides theft of Mexican food?? This movie was pretty good if you ask me. Overall I'd give it a 4.5 out of 5...YEAHH!! The lack of blood, gore, and sex was whatever. This movie didn't need any of that to be good. The plot was great, the acting was amazingly believable and I'm telling you, the demons and lost souls were hella creepy. After the movie I found myself a little jumpy when I was in the dark. I haven't had a movie do that to me in a long ass time. And while you're here, how about you gives Zane's articles a peek too!! He's just as awesome as me, so I know you'll like it. And thanks for stopping by!                                                                                               

SASHA SLAUGHTER

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

SHE WAS A TOTAL DEAD FUCK By: ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

HEY NOW! Coming to ya live and direct from the motherfuckin’ seven six one oh seven. Also known as the hottest place in the world. Summer is still whopping our ass’ here in the oh seven but your buddy Zombie Zane sits cool in the fan. Cool in the fan y’all. So this week at Dead End Horror, we’re just gonna be kinda doing random things. No real theme. Just a hodgepodge of horror. Ya dig?

So, since this is mixed bag of horror week, I thought I’d post something other than a movie review. (And yes, I can write other shit. Contrary to popular belief.) So about a year ago I wrote a short story just for shits and giggles. I’ve written many of the last few years but this one is one of my favorites. So instead of a movie review, or a top ten list, I thought I’d share with you the first part of my story. I may break it into like three parts and post one part each week for the rest of this month. Or I may do it all this week. Not sure yet. But when I decide, you cats will be the first to know. So, how about we cut out the foreplay, and get to my story, yes? It’s called ‘Corpse Fucker.’ Great title, yes? Enjoy part one.
　

　
CORPSE FUCKER
By: Zombie Zane
　
PART ONE

Ali’S Bar and Grill was unusually crowded for a Tuesday night. In fact, it was a regular beehive of activity. Then again, Ali was tending bar and her margs were legendary. Everyone on the west side of Fort Worth new of Ali and her margs. She didn’t normally tend the bar anymore, not since her brother Dillon had bought the place and named it after her. She was actually the manager but sometimes she would jump back behind the bar just for kicks. And she was a great bartender.

"Heya Nanette! How are you? Want your usual?" Ali said as she quickly swabbed the counter with a white dish towel.

Nanette was just about to request her usual drink when an idea struck her. Why not order something different? Why not be impulsive for once in her life? What’s the worst that could happen?

"I’ll have a Colorado bulldog tonight, Ali."

"Colorado bulldog? Are we feeling audacious this evening?"

"Audacious? Really, Ali? Audacious?"

"Don’t hate. I’m just putting my word o’ the day calender that Jason bought me to good use. Audacious was today’s word. It means..."

"Drink, Ali. Think drink."

"Okay, okay, I’m going. I’ll give it a little lagniappe for ya."

Nanette smiled as she watched Ali playfully skip away. Her ponytail bouncing rhythmically behind her.

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"

The voice startled her. She turned toward it and there next to her stood the most gorgeous, no, not gorgeous but the most pulchritudinous man she’d ever seen. Pulchritudinous. She wondered if that word was in Ali’s word of the day calender. The word meant beauty. She had learned that a few weeks back while watching the spelling bee on ESPN. Funny how at certain times the most random things seen to pop into your head.
Before she could respond, the man had taken the seat next to her. And God did he smell good. How could she even be thinking about this sweet smelling adonis when just hours ago the only man she had ever loved had just walked out on her. But there was something...something about this guy. It was like her mind was instantly surrounded by a cloud. It was if he were taking over, taking control of her. Taking control of her thoughts if that were even possible. She hardly noticed that Ali had slid a coaster and a drink in front of her. Ali had said something as well but she didn’t hear what it was. Her words seemed to vanish into a paroxysm of unintelligibility’s

"I’m Max," said the beautiful stranger as he took Nanette’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Nanette," she replied. She cursed the small waiver in her voice.

"Nanette, that’s a great name. I would love to spray your kitty with some of my thick, white, graffiti."
Her mind was in a heavy, peaceful malaise. What did he say? She really couldn’t remember. She simply smiled and nodded her head.

"So, Nanette, how long have you lived in the city?"

"Lived here all my life. Born and raised." Did she say that out loud? She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Her mind was still cloudy, or diluted, or something. She felt like she was outside of her body and her immediate surroundings were just images of the things they really were.

And his voice. His voice was like the singing of children, so sweet and so innocent. It made her want to cry.
She felt strange. Something deep down in her subconscious was screaming at her to run, run right home and away from him. But she just couldn’t seem to communicate it to the rest of her physical being. She was powerless. But it felt good. Oddly enough it felt good.

"I’m from Houston. The Bay Cliff area. I moved here about a month ago to finish up my residency at J.P. Smith. And I gotta say, I bet you have an amazingly tight ass hole."

The fog in her mind thickened and once again she wasn’t sure what he’d just said. So, like before, she just smiled and nodded her head not really registering what was going on.

"I’ve yet to see all of the metroplex and I would really enjoy seeing it with you." Max said. "You could be my tour guide and tell me all about the sites and landmarks and I’ll be thinking about how many times I can fuck your dead body before it starts to rot and stink."

Again Nanette’s mind clouded over. She tried the best she could but no matter how hard she pressed, she just couldn’t get what Max was saying. It was very dreamlike. Surreal.

"So, how is it a beautiful girl like you is sitting here, alone at the bar?" Max met her gaze and held it with his infectious blue eyes.

"Long story. And I don’t really wanna talk about it."

"Say no more. Tell you what, how about we get out of here and let me take your mind of all your worries and whatnot. I’m a professional. Shall we?"

Max rose from his bar stool and took Nanette’s hand. Still under his spell or whatever it was, Nanette followed him out the door and into the hot, humid Texas night.

It was the next morning. The morning after the night of the best sex she’d ever had. She had never came so hard and so much in her life. She couldn’t wait to call Tasha. Tash was going to plotz. Especially when she hears about how Max can’t have an orgasm like a normal guy. It took two well lubricated fingers up his ass and a cheese grater to get him off. She had never incorporated a cheese grater into her sex life before, but then again, all things aside, she had never had sex like that before either. Oh well, it seemed harmless enough. So what if Max was a little kinky in the bedroom. No harm no foul.

Just thinking of the previous night sent tiny volts of electricity down there. Down there to her intimate area. That was just what the doctor ordered. Mark? Mark who? She did feel a bit dirty and kind of whore-ish, but completely and utterly satisfied. The way she rationalized her one night of fun was simple. She just viewed her night of debauchery kind of like a REDBOX rental. One night and a dollar. Except it didn’t cost her a dollar. Nope, it cost her more. Much more.
　
Anyway, there it is. That was part one. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I decided to break it this story up into two parts rather than three. I’ll post the second part at the end of the week. Or maybe tomorrow. You’ll just have to keep coming back to see when. Be sure and check out Sasha’s stuff as well. Her nah-nah is always showing. So until next time, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out!                                                                                          

ZOMBIE ZANE

                                                                                                                                               
　
　                        

SPOOKY VON SPOOK SPOOK By: SASHA SLAUGHTER

Ohh nah nah..Heyy!! Sasha Slaughter here with you for another week of mind blowing awesomeness at Dead End Horror. Zane and I decided to make this Mixed bag O shit month!! Yay!! It will basically be random shit all month with no actual theme...you will like it!! I'll be reviewing the second episode of Fear Itself and it's called Spooked. It runs 43 minutes and stars Eric Roberts as Harry Bender. And of course, if you've been paying attention you'd know the series was created by Mick Garris. And if you didn't know, well hey, now you do!

When Harry, a former cop turned private eye, is hired to spy on a womans husband, things go terribly wrong when he is staking out at a vacant haunted house across the street. Little does he know that while in that house, Harry is about to confront the demons of his past. It begins with Harry questioning a suspect, Rory, about the disappearance of a Senator's son. The suspect wont cooperate so Harry punches him in the face and cuts him several times with a knife. Finally Rory tells him that the boy is upstairs. Harry finds the boy and returns him to safety. He sees Rory being wheeled into an ambulance on a stretcher and he tells Harry that he'll never for get what he did and that he'd never let him. Harry watched as Rory bled to death on the stretcher from a knife wound on his throat, inflicted by Harry himself.

He talks to one of the people from the department and is told that because of the brutal way he treats suspects and the horrible things he does them, he is being sentenced to one hundred hours of community service and is being forced to turn in his badge. Fifteen years later Harry is in a private eye business with his partner James. A woman named Meredith King comes to Harry and asks him to help her get evidence that her husband is having an affiar. Harry agrees but the woman tells him he can't park his surveillance van infront of the house. She asks him to go into the vacant house across the street to do the spying. James and Harry go into the house and set up the equipment and James goes back to the van. Harry starts hearing voices and seeing lights in the womans house. James tells him he doesn't see or hear anything.

He finds a few kids in the vacant house and they tell him that they are there because the house kills people and it was a dare. Harry starts seeing things and hearing voices. He hears a woman talking about someone burning her with a cigar to get her to talk. Harry realizes that that was something he had done to get a suspect to talk and turns to run away and steps in a puddle of blood with bullets and teeth in it. He meets Meredith the following day to tell her that he can't help her anymore. He admits to her that he's done very bad things in the past and that while he is in that house his demons from the past are haunting him. She convinces him to go back and help her. He sees children in Meredith's house and looks upstairs and sees Rory holding a knife as he starts descending the stairs. Harry breaks into the house to discover that it's empty and sees for sale flyers on the table.

He goes back into the vacant house and hears voices of people describing the things he did to them to get them to talk. Rory appears and asks Harry why he is such a bad person. Harry breaks down and has a flashback of the thing that made him a monster. His flashback is of himself accidently shooting and killing his brother and making a pact with his father never to tell anyone what happened. Rory gives Harry a knife and tells him to kill himself and make things right. As Harry has the knife to his throat he realizes that....

OH NO!! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?? If you have a hard on to find out, well how about you go and give Spooked a look see huh??? Now, onto what I thought. It was ok. I was confused like once or twice, ehh it happens. There was no nudity, no cussing, and the only thing close to sex was the recorded tapes of two people boinking to prove to a woman that her husband was cheating. The plot was good and the acting was good too, although I would have liked to see more blood, but we can't always get what we want can we?? Overall I'd give Spooked a 2.5 out of 5. Like I said, I got confused a time or two, (It happens sometimes...or alot of times :D) and I wasn't as impressed with this episode as I was with the first. But they can't all be winners right??? So since you're here don't forget to check out Zanes stuff, if you're lucky he just may send you pics of it!! YAY!!

SASHA SLAUGHTER