Hello Dead End Horror sheep that stay up all night searching for Sasha Slaughter naked with a glob of lotion in your palm. You bunch of fuckin’ pervs! You oughtta be ashamed of yourselves! But by the way, if you do happen to come across some of those pics, feel free to email me at zombiezane@...Wait, I’m no pervert! Well...kinda I am. But that’s beside the point. Let’s get into today’s post, yes?
I don’t have any nude Sasha Slaughter pics, but I do have some nudity to share with you. Wanna see? Here ya go! It’s me, Zombie Zane in the buff! I’m fuckin’ hot ain’t I?
Ok, on to the movie. Now this movie I wanna tell you about has plenty of nakedness in it. It also has a shitload of gore too. So what’s not to like? Nudity + Puking up Blood = “The Slaughtered Vomit Dolls!” Have you heard of this fuckin’ thing? No? Well, I guess you better kick on back and let me tell ya a little about it.
“Slaughtered Vomit Dolls,” is a shock/horror movie directed by Lucifer Valentine. (Yeah, right. Not the dude’s real name.) But whatever. Anyway, this shock/horror film is one of three in Valentines gore-fest series. I have no clue what the other two titles are, but I’m sure if you do some digging you’ll find them.
So this film runs just about 71 minutes, it was released on video in 2006 and it stars a bunch of fuckin’ people I’ve never heard of. Like: Allen Nasty, Miss Pussy Pants, Pig Lizzy and...fuck this! These names are too stupid to even type. Obviously these guys are just too school for cool. They should've spent more time making this film and less time coming up with cool names.
Wanna know the plot? Well, that makes two of us. I’m not sure what this movie is really about. It has a ton of gore, a lot of puking, some stupid fucking satanic music, and a ton of nudity. What I was able to get from the film breaks down like this: Basically it’s about a 19 year old bulimic stripper that decides to become a whore. And well, that’s about all that I got from this film. Needless to say, this was one big pile of fuck!
Now lookit, I dig gore and nudity and shit like that just as much as the next guy. But this, this was just too retarded for me. Like I know the director was all about trying to shock, which he failed at by the way. “I Spit on Your Grave” was ten times more shocking than this fuck pile.
Like I said, it did have plenty of gore and plenty of boobs, but all I can give this film is a 1 out of 5. No amount of tits and gore could’ve helped this movie. But like if you’re not used to seeing shocking horror, than by all means, go give it a look. I mean it might like shock you. As for me, I’ve seen a ton of horror and it takes a shitload to shock your old buddy, Zombie Zane.
On that note, that’s all I got for you today. Be sure and check out Sasha’s stuff as well. I think she’s doing something with raw meat so grab some meat and go pay the busty (but not naked) Sasha Slaughter a visit. Until next time, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out. Peace peace and naked puking grease!
Heya Dead End Horror fans that ride tractors and smoke cigars! What’s poppin’? It’s been brought to my attention (by a female reader) that I’m showing too many pics of the female anatomy. She said, there’s too much boob, and too much vag and not enough dick or male nudity. Which is very true. I’m not really into posting cock and balls on my posts. For two reasons: 1. I’m not really wanting to look at dudes twigs and berries, okay. And 2. Most horror movies don’t show male full frontal. (Thank God!) So with that being said, I am here to please the readers So for today, I will be reviewing a horror movie that actually shows some male junk.
Now Sasha and I have already reviewed this movie some months ago but it was early on so most of yous probably haven’t read it. So how about we stop with the foreskin, I mean foreplay and get to today’s post.
Has anybody seen the movie, “Scrapbook?” No? Then kick back, and let me educate. “Scrapbook” is a 2000 indie horror film directed and produced by Eric Stanze. Stanze’s films are usually pretty graphic in nature and not for the easily offended. As you’ll see from this post. Written by Tommy Biondo and starring Emily Haack, “Scrapbook” is one of the most shocking horror movies I’ve ever seen. And believe me, boss. I’ve seen a ton.
Basically the movie is about a woman who is kidnaped, beaten and raped over a course of several days. This movie has caught all kinds of shit for being too graphic and too violent. It’s also been said that the film is more porn than it is horror. When it was released in the UK, some 15 minutes had to be cut from it so it could secure a ‘18' rating .However, in 2007, it was awarded Best Feature at the Fright Night Film Festival in Louisville, Kentucky. So kudos to that.
I mean it is graphic. Really graphic. There’s like forced fellatio, ass raping, beatings, all kinds of devious sexual shit. I mean the kidnapper actually pisses on his victim (Haack) after ass fucking her. YIKES! And they show it! Yeah, I was bit stunned by that. This film really takes the horror to a whole other level. I guess because it’s true shit that could actually happen. Not could happen, but has happened. There’s some pretty fucked up people in this world, ya dig?
As far as what I thought about this film, I’m not really sure. I didn’t hate it. It for sure held my attention in that train-wreck way kinda thing. I mean it’s so shocking that you wanna see what comes next. But on the other hand, you know you shouldn’t be looking, ya know? So like I give it a solid 5 out of 5 on the shock value. But the overall movie ranking, shit, man. I have no clue. Let me just put it like this, if you wanna see some totally shocking shit, and male and female nudity, then by all means, hit Netflix and give it a look-see. But if you’re easily offended I would recommend staying the hell away from this one.
One more thing before I bounce out of here, it’s called “Scrapbook” because the kidnapper takes pictures and various documentation and stores them in a book. Hence the title. I forgot to mention that in the intro. My bad. But if you were wondering why it’s called that, wonder no more.
Well, I guess that’s all for today. Make sure and go by and see Sasha. I’m sure she’s doing something good as well. In fact, I think she’s talking about the series, “Fear Itself.” So if you’re a fan of that series, you’ll want to pay her a little visit. So until next time, take care, stay a-scared and I am out! Peace peace and man junk grease! (Eww! That sounded nasty!)
Coming at you live and direct once again from the seven six one oh seven, it’s the man of the hour himself, Zombie ‘Fat Boy’ Zane. What’s good horror fans that stay out all night chasing zombies and drinking hot beer. Now before I get into todays post, I wanna take a second a jump up on my soapbox. So if you can just be patient, we’ll get to the boobs, blood, and whatnot in just a sec. Or you can skip ahead. Whatever.
Ok, so you know how there’s been like three earthquakes in two days right? Anyway, this old retarded guy by the name of Pat Robertson says that gays are the reason for earthquakes, tornados, and bombs. Are you fucking for real?? I mean everyone knows that it’s the aliens that are responsible for all these natural disasters and whatnot. This guy is a total fuck-tard! His statements have to be some of the dumbest shit that I’ve ever heard. Old ass man, shut the fuck up. Could somebody please give him a dick to shove in his mouth so that he’ll quit talking. And don’t get me started on the people that follow this guy and believe his nonsense. They can suck it too. Bunch of fuckin uneducated simpletons. So here’s a big FUCK OFF to Pat Robertson and his diluted thinking.
Wow, that was a rant huh? Sorry. But I gotta tell ya, I can’t tell ya that I cannot tolerate ignorance. So if you’re still with me, how about we do what we do and get into some horror. Have any of you guys seen the movie, “Hatchet?” I know it’s a few years old, but this movie is one of my all time favorites in the slasher movie genre.
Anyway, “Hatchet” is a 2006 slasher film from Ariescope Pictures written and directed by Adam Green. The film was originally given an NC-17 rating, but after a few minor cuts here and there, the MPAA gave it an R rating for ‘strong bloody horror, violence, sexual content, nudity, and language.’ Hell to the yeah!!! The recipe for a perfect slasher film, right? My thoughts exactly. Let’s get to the plot, yes.
“Hatchet” is set in the swamp lands of Louisiana (which I find cool because I’m from the south and dig the shit out of Louisiana) So basically the movie is about a group of tourists who learn that the legend of Victor Crowley is real and he is in fact one bad-ass motherfucker. This movie is kinda like “Friday the 13th” in the swamp. Ya know, deformed retard hunts and kills a group of twenty-somethings. But after all, it’s a slasher film, what more do you want? Yes, the plot is simple and somewhat predictable, but this is still worth watching. Especially if you’re a fan of slasher movies.
Another cool thing I liked about his movie was that Robert Englund and Tony Todd were in it. And if you don’t know these two guys, then you suck. Really suck. Just kidding. Robert Englund obviously was Freddy Krueger in the NOES series and Tony Todd is the dude that played in the Candyman movies. So see, some pretty cool actors are in this film. Really, the other cast members weren’t that bad either, I just didn’t recognize the names so I ain’t gonna type them all out. You can IMDB this movie if you wanna know the full ensemble of actors. (See, I used ensemble, that’s a big boy word! I don’t always cuss like a sailor.)
Sasha's Lover
So, wanna see some boobs and blood? Me too! Let's do some boobs first!
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All right pervs, no more boobs for now, let's get to some gore....
That should satisfy all of your blood/boob needs. If not, I don't know what to tell ya. Go find some porn or something. Anywho, speaking of boobs and blood, go by and see the busty Sasha Slaughter, she's got plenty of both. Until tomorrow horror fans, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!
...”All I wanna do is bang-bang-bang-bang...” Sorry! I got this fuckin’ song stuck in my head and no matter what I do, or how many times I listen to it, I can’t seem to exorcize it out of my dome. If you wanna know the name of the song, It’s called “Paper Planes” by M.I.A. Yeah, I know it’s old, but whatever. I just heard it the other day. So if you’re gonna hate, fuck off upstairs!
Anyway, it’s Friday afternoon and it’s time once again for us to have a little chat. So without further ado, let’s kick this off the right way...Coming to ya live and direct from the shitty-ass heat capital of the word also known as the seven six one oh seven, it’s me, Zombie ‘Effing’ Zane! What’s good horror fans that stay up all night and drink water while watching your digital clocks. Hope everyone is ready for the weekend. I know I am.
For today’s post, I’m gonna be yapping about a movie I watched just a couple of days ago. Ever heard of the movie, “The Gore Gore Girls?” No? Well, why not kick on back a while and let me educate. I mean, what else do ya got going on?
“The Gore Gore Girls” is a 1972 horror film directed by Herschell Gordon Lewis. Other films by Lewis include, “Monster A Go-Go,” “The Wizard of Gore,” “Blood Feast 2: All U Can Eat,” and “Two Thousand Maniacs.” Back to the “Gore Gore Girls.” This film is probably best known for two scenes: The whole nipple lopping thing, and the scene where the killer beats the shit out of this girl's bare ass with a fuckin’ meat mallet. OUCH! Anyway, this film can be found on Netflix and it runs just about 85mins. So if you wanna give it a look-see, hit Netflix after ya read this post. See, I just planned out your Friday night for ya. No Thanks necessary. It was all my pleasure. Let’s get to the plot, shall we?
Basically the movie goes about like this: A psychopath starts knockin’ off all these strippers from this nightclub. And he not only kills them, but does some pretty nasty shit to them. Ala the whole nipple severing reference, and the butt cheek massacre. So this reporter and this private dick (NO, Not that kind of dick! I mean a private eye you bunch o’ perverts!) Anywho, this reporter and this detective try to gather clues and find the killer. Now I know that the plot is basic, but you ain’t watching it for the plot. You’re watching it to see something nasty. And by the way, this film was one of the first, if not the first horror film to get an X rating. After all, it was directed by the grandfather of gore.
As far as what I thought about this film, I thought it was ok. It did have some pretty nasty-von nast-nast stuff in it. And with careful consideration, I have to give this gore fest a solid 3 out of 5.Yeah, I know some won’t agree but whatever. I mean this film did what it was supposed to do. Shock and make you squirm. This isn’t something that you just wanna sit down and peep out. Ya gotta be in the mood for these kinda films. If you aren’t in the right frame of mind, then you’ll most likely hate it. Just a word to the wise. Be in the right frame of mind before you check out this film, yes?
So know that I told you my take, wanna see some of the nasty shit? Me too! I got a couple pics from the film that I can share with you...
EWW! That's the nipple slicing scene that I was talking about....
Want some gum?
All right gore fans. That's all I got for the this week. Sasha and I'll be back next week doing what we do and doing well. So until then, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!
What’s poppin’ horror fans that stay up late night and worship the devil. It’s me, Zombie Zane coming to ya live and direct from the seven six one oh seven. I guess it’s about that time once again for you and me to talk some horror. And let me tell ya, I got some good shit for today’s post. I’ll be reviewing one of the most artistic, bizarre, shocking movie that I’ve seen. This movie had some really disturbing scenes. Don’t worry, I’ll post some images from the film so you can see some shit too. So, let’s cut out the foreplay and get to the good stuff.
On the docket today, is my take of the film, “Antichrist.” It’s a 2009 horror film written and directed by Lars von Trier. It also stars Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg. It runs just about 103 minutes and is also available on Netflix’s instant watch. So after you read this, you may wanna hop on over there and see what this thing is about. But I warn you, this film is not for the squeamish.
The plot basically breaks down like this...A couple who are in mourning over the loss of their young son, go off to their cabin in the woods where they hope to mend their relationship and recover from the emotional wounds that the death of their son caused them. (Was that a run-on sentence?) But instead of healing, a bunch of really, REALLY freaky deaky shit starts happening. And maybe freaky deaky is an understatement.
Ok, before I go on, ya gotta watch this. This is the opening scene. In my opinion, this is by far the best six minutes in the film. Even though you see a close-up of Dafoe’s dick, (which I could’ve done without) it’s still a very moving scene. (And it ain’t cause of the sex. I’m not that shallow...Well on second thought...) Ok, just watch this clip. It'll blow your mind.
Now, there were some deleted scenes, but there's enough there for you to dig why I said it's mind blowing. I mean omigod! That chick just came as her son died. Trippy! And believe me, There's WAY more shocking shit in this film. Now before I go on, I wanna tell ya something. I'm gonna be showing some shocking scenes from this bad boy here in just a second. Now if you wanna see it for yourself without seeing the stills first, then piss off outta here. I don't wanna ruin it for ya. Now I saw the film before I saw these stills, but in hindsight, even if I had have seen the stills first, I still would've watched this motherfucker anyway.
Okay, what say we get to the clit cutting, the blood cuming, and the nakedness, yes? Now again, if you are squeamish, I'd fuck off upstairs. So are ya ready to be grossed out and disturbed? Me too! Let's take a peek. This still is from the clit cutting scene. What's not disturbing about a woman removing her own fun bits...
OUCH AND FUCK! Now that's one nasty fuckin' image, yes? Now ya believe me? Man, when I saw that for the first time, I blew a freakin fuse in my dome.
Now that you've seen the fun bit scene, wanna see Willam Dafoe cum blood? This is another scene that made me a bit weak-kneed. And believe me, I don't get squeamish. It takes a lot to freak me out. Like a hard on that spews blood rather than yogurt...Anyway, take a look at this...
EGADS! Now that just ain't right man. Told ya, this movie is full of freaky, disturbing images. You may need to watch like some Golden Girls after watching this film. Or maybe go to church...
So you've now seen like two of the most disturbing scenes from this film. And to wind it down, I'll throw in a few nude shots just for good measure. As you probably have deduced, this film is full of gore and nudity. Now understand, it's not gratuitous. Not in the least. It's an art film. I know in this post I've maybe given you the wrong idea, but it really is artistically done. Ok, no more art-fart talk. Here's the butt, boobs and bush...
Okay horror fans, that's all all. Before I go, Let me give you my ranking of this bad boy. I gave "Antichrist" a 2.75 out of a possible 5. It did shock me, and some of the images I may never forget, but I'm not a huge fan of the artsy-fartsy thing so that's why I didn't rank it higher. But you, you may dig the art stuff so ya know, don't take my word for it. Just watch it and see for yourself. I do highly suggest you see this though. This is fo sho' a must watch film.
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Well, that about wraps up today. Be sure and see what Sasha has going on as well. She always has something and you can bet that it's good. Plus she just loves when you come and look at her stuff. She's quite the little exhibitionist. Until next time, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!
YO! What’s good out there horror fans? It’s your good buddy Zombie Zane and yes, I am coming to ya live and direct from the motherfuckin seven six one oh seven. So I was gonna wait and post the last part of my short story on Friday. But why drag it out? In case you haven’t been following this blog, then hop off this post and read the first three parts. You can find them on last weeks posts and the third part you can find on the main page. Just do some exploring. You might stumble across some other shit that melts your butter. Or better yet, why not just back every day like Tuesday through Friday. ( We post 4 days a week) Besides, if you come and join us, we can have a threesome. Or a foursome. The more the merrier. We got enough good shit for everyone.
So, speaking of threesomes, how about we cut out the foreplay and get to today’s post. So let’s put away the toys and the KY(yes, I like it freaky!) And get to part four of, “Corpse Fucker.”
PART FOUR...
Nanette hurried down the hall toward her front door tying her robe in the process. “Coming,” she said as she got closer to the door. She looked out of the peephole and her heart instantly skipped a beat. Adrenaline pulsated through her body. Which is a natural reaction when two policemen are standing on your front porch. You just don’t see that coming.
Max climbed into the bathtub. The bathtub held no water, just Julie Nash. Her skin wasn’t looking as good as it was a few days ago. It was more discolored and it had a few more open sores. Last night Max had actually fucked one of those sores and had thoroughly enjoyed himself. It had been a kind of a spur of the moment thing. But that was last night. She didn’t smell near as bad then. Julie Nash was starting to reek. He would have to dispose of her tomorrow. Maybe even tonight. Yeah, for sure tonight he thought as he rolled Julie over on her stomach. But one more time for shits and giggles.
“Nanette Banks?”
“Yes?”
“I’m officer Tamblin and this is my partner officer Meeks. Do you have a minute?”
“Umm...sure. What can I do for you officer?” Nanette’s mind began to race. What could the Fort Worth P.D. want with her?
Max looked down at Julie. She had the perfect ass. Even as a corpse her ass had held it’s round shape. An onion booty. Max was a sucker for girls with a big round ass. He reached for the tube of KY jelly and squirted a generous amount of it in his left palm.
“Would you like to come in?” Nanette asked the two officers.
“Well, Ms. Banks, this is a matter that we really need to sort out at the station.” Officer Tamblin said.
“The station?”
“Yes ma’am. When we get a call from a doctor regarding corpse worms the law states that we take the suspect in. We got a call from a Dr. Currier. I’m afraid you have some explaining to do Ms. Banks.”
THE END
YIKES!! That was rather nasty huh? Anyway, Maybe I didn’t do the best job of splitting this up, but whatever. I hope you did enjoy it though. Anyway, that’s all. I do have some more grizzly horror on tap for this week. I got a couple movie reviews that you will not wanna miss. And I know that the busty Sasha Slaughter has some stuff she’d like to share with you as well. Maybe she’ll give you a little something extra...
So on that note, until tomorrow, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!
What’s happ’n captain’s! Coming at ya live and very much direct from the seven six one oh seven. ‘Bout that time for me to get in your ear again, yes? Got some good shit lined up for ya this week though. We got gore, we got nudity, we got necrophilia. We got a wacked-out bitch cutting off her clit with some scissors. And the piece de resistance...A fuckin’ boner that cums blood! Hell to the yeah! I know that last line may have sounded weird, but in my head it made perfect fuckin’ sense. Don’t worry. All the clit cutting and the blood cuming will be explained. Not in this article however, but cuming this week. (Did you see what I did there? Cuming this week...rather than coming this week?) Again, that may have sounded better upstairs in my beer- riddled dome. So let’s cut out the foreplay and get to today’s post.
As you may or may not know, I’ve been posting one of my short stories over the last week. If you haven’t been reading, fuck off out of here and read last weeks shit and THEN come back correct. Did that sound harsh? Sorry. Too much Chef Ramsey I guess. I love me some “Hells Kitchen!” Anyway, last week I posted parts one and two of my story, “Corpse Fucker.” And I figured to kick off this week, I’d post part three. So without further ado, let’s get to part three of “Corpse Fucker.”
Nanette’s visit to Dr. Currier’s office had been far from routine. She had never been so humiliated. It was bad enough going for a routine ‘Well Woman’ exam, but this, this far exceeded that. The worst part was when they had to suck the mealy gray infection out of her. The nurse actually had to leave the room during the process. It was the smell. Had to have been the smell. The good news was all of it was over. Well, almost. She still had to get her RX filled and apply it twice a day for two weeks until the infection cleared itself up. As soon as this was over, the better. Nanette had learned her lesson. And learned it well.
After a taxing morning with the exam and all, Nanette wanted nothing more than to relax and wash the sticky minutes off of her body. She went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She stripped off her clothes and threw them aside on the bathroom floor. She was just about to immerse herself in the hot, soothing water when she heard a loud, a loud and rude knocking at her front door.
Max stood naked over his bathtub. She was in the tub already. She was waiting for him. She always waited for him. No matter what. “I missed you baby. I fucking missed you so much. How’s my girl?”
“Just a second,” Nanette called. Who could that be? All she wanted to do was take a shower and climb into bed. And now someone was at the door. “Goddamn,” Nanette said through clinched teeth.
“Room for one more?” Max asked. “Oh now don’t look at me that way. You know that I love you. I told you I was sorry. It won’t happen again. I swear.” Max ran the tip of his tongue across his top lip. He wanted her. Wanted her so fucking bad. He took his index finger and rubbed the pre cum across the head of his cock. Julie Nash just stared up at him through her glassy, unseeing eyes....
And OH SHIT! That’s where the party ends for today my friend.(s.) Ya gotta check back to see what’s what. We’ll just have to leave Nanette and Max alone for now. Wonder what will happen? Ok, so that’s that and I am spent. Be sure and check out Sasha’s stuff too. She’s wearing a tee shirt with no bra. I know I’m on my way there now. So check her out. Until tomorrow, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out!
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!
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!!
