Hello Dead End Horror fans that go commando on chilly, winter days. What’s good? So, I know that I said I was gonna do a list of five more holiday horror movies for ya, but...I changed my mind. Why? Because I’ve decided to use our time here to shamelessly self promote some of my other work. I know that sounds lame and shit, but I gotta do what I gotta do.
Look, you don’t have to read every motherfucking story. Alls you gotta do is simply clink the links and maybe share it on facebook, or Twitter or whatever. I could really use the hits and I know that I would totally do that for you if the shoe was on the other foot.
And by the way, it ain’t like these stories are long and shitty. In fact, most of these are horror. So see, it’s all good. Now then, because of Yahoo!’s strict rules, I had to keep most of these on the PG-13 level. So no fucks, cunts, assholes, dicks, cocksuckers, etc. etc. Like I had to keep it relatively clean.
So, how about it? How about giving some of these a read. Help your good buddy Zombie Zane. You be good to Zombie, Zombie be good to you! Okay, here’s some of the links. Wait. Before I post these links, let me tell you about the three stories I wanna share with yous.
The first is a kinda horror/western theme, the second is about alien abductions and shit like that, the third is also alien related. But like I said, they all have a little horror in them. I mean after all, I am the horror master. Okay, here’s the links....
See, that wasn't so bad. Anyway, thanks for giving me the traffic. Really appreciate it. Before you go, be sure to see what Sasha has got going on. Maybe she's in the nude hanging up Christmas lights. Until Monday, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!
"So whatta we dooin' for your birthday tonight, bruh?" Marco said as he put the finishing touches on his joint.
Watching Marco blaze up is disturbing. His face scrunches up, his eyes water profusely, and he makes a nasal sound like he's trying his hardest to blow one huge booger out of his nose. Not a pretty sight. "You look like a retard when you smoke bruh. Just wanted to let ya know. I bet you give all the girls wetties." I said.
"Blow me. Your mom don't seem to mind. She still comes over every weekend." Marco said as he put the joint to his lips. I grabbed my crotch with one hand, and shot him the finger with the other. "Whatever. " "So," Marco said, "are you down to bounce tonight? It's a special night my brotha'. You're twenty-one now, it's all legal now kid." "Man, yeah, I'm down, always down. I gotta have dinner with Rae and her folks first though." "Sweet, my man. Sweet. Wanna hit of this? This is some vile weed kid, fuck you up." Marco said as he held the joint out in my direction. "Naw, I'm good, none for me. I gotta bolt. Call me this evening with the details aiight." "Late," Marco said as we dabbed our fists.
Dinner with Rae and her folks went about as expected. Even though it was my birthday, I let her pick the place. And of course she picked her favorite place, which happened to be one of the noisiest restaurants in the city. The food was good though so I didn’t mind the racket. Rae and I barely spoke during dinner. She was pissed at me because she knew I would be going out to the club with Marco after. She despised Marco. She had all kinds of choice phrases to describe him. Her favorite, and I quote, “douche bag.” In a way she was right to dislike Marco. I had known Marco almost all of my natural life. He was arrogant, a high-school drop-out and was always in trouble with the law or a bookie. Marco was also a professional drug dealer. And he was very good at his job. He had done things that I knew were horrible and of bad moral standing, but what can I say, he was my best friend and I loved him like a brother.
"Jackie, why do you hang out with Marco? He's a shit-bag. He's a drop-out, pot head and he has no future. I mean you have great things ahead of you. And Marco is gonna drag you down with him if you don't watch out. You're so much better than that, baby. I love you and I care about what happens to you." "Rae, c'mon huh? It's my birthday. It’s just one night of drinkin’. It ain’t gonna hurt nuttin.” "Why do you talk like that? You have an education, you're not Marco. Every time you hang out with him, you come back talking like some street thug, So please Jackie, spare me the street talk." My phone chirped to life inside my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen. It was Marco. "Hang on baby, I gotta take this." I flipped open my phone and took a few steps away from Rae so I could be sure to be out of her auditory range.
"Marco, what up bruh?" "Hey my man, you bout ready to bounce or wha?" Marco said. "Yeah, I'm good, but I gotta do a little bit of girlfriend maintenance first." "Oh snap!" Marco said. "She's breakin your balls huh? Oh, Jackie, stay at home, don't go out. Please pretty please, put your balls in my purse and let me keep them for you! That's funny shit huh? I just cracked my ownself up on that one. C'mon, you gotta gimmie props on that, that was classic!" "Ha-ha, funny. Where and when shit-heap?"
"O'Bannons. Ten-thirty. I got a surprise for ya ass. Zee ya there, I'm out." I still had a good piece of work to do before I could leave Rae feeling better. I never liked leaving things unresolved between her and I. I could never truly have a good time if I knew we were at odds. It would eat away at me. Having her mad at me was like being pecked to death by chickens. I loved the girl. I truly did. And if I would've known that this was going to be the last time that I would ever see her again, I would've relished it.
The club was absolutely jumping. O'Bannons was packed with wall to wall people. All of who were grinding to the sonorous beats that vibrated the floor. Copious amounts of smoke hung in the air like a dead man. It was a veritable din of sin.
"Happy Birthday my brotha!" Marco said as he greeted me at the bar. "Thanks bruh, I need a drink. Hell, I need a few. That shit with Rae’s got me all geeked. I love her, but she has her overbearing ways." "No more girlfriend talk. I rented the VIP Room and we got stuff do to. And it don't revolve around ya girl. Let's head up there, it's crowded like a muthafucka’ up in this bitch.". "Here we be dawg, the VIP!" Marco said as he pushed the two double doors open that led to the inner sanctum of the club. I'd been to the club a dozen times with Marco, but never to the VIP Room. He'd gone all out. I felt honored. "This place is tight! Damn, man. I don't know what to say to ya." "Don't need to say nuttin. It's your twenty-first. My treat. We gonna sit back, pound some bitter, toot some lines and get real nice. Then, I gotta little summick extra fa ya. You gonna dig it fo sho baby, fo fuckin sho."
The two of us laughed and drank and drank some more. My head was swimming and I had two false eyes when Marco jumped up and ran to the door. "Sit tight a sec man, part two of your surprise is comin right up." She was tall, and had curves in all the right places. I knew she was a pro, but I didn't care. Her name was Yasmine. Yasmine and I left the club hand in hand and departed to the hotel room that Marco had arranged for us. God bless him, he thinks of everything.
I did my best to act cool around Yasmine. She was one of those girls that no matter how cool you thought you were, or how attractive you thought you were, just sitting next to her made you feel inferior. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I'd been with beautiful women before, but she was different.
Upon entering the hotel room, Yasmine wasted little time in getting down to business. The hotel room was nothing special. Thick drapes made out of the same material as the bedspread hung in the windows obscuring the view from any curious people who happened to walk by on their way to the ice machine or the vending machines. Yasmine pushed me down on the bed and began to gyrate her hips to the tune of whatever phantom music she had going on in her head. She removed her dress with one quick motion. She moved with such ease and grace it was almost unnatural. Her nipples were set in small pink circles and they jutted out like tiny red thumbs.
She turned around so that her back was facing me. She bent way over as she slid the small piece of white lycra down her thighs to her ankles. As she turned around to face me again, I noticed that her pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a heart. She was almost too beautiful to take in all at once. My heart skittered and skipped. I was headed toward sensory overload. Yasmine slowly swayed over to me and removed my pants. She began doing things down there that I had only seen on internet porn sites. Her warm tongue glided up and down the length of my shaft before she took me all the way into her mouth. My cock grew so much I was afraid I was going to run out of skin. We made love...not love...we fucked. Pure and simple. Rea and I make love, this was the polar opposite. There was no love behind any of it. Just sheer unadulterated sex. It was the best I'd ever had.
The next morning, I awoke alone and to a pounding headache. I was naked and I had the worst case of morning wood ever. I staggered out of bed and performed the old-man shuffle all the way to the bathroom. What a night. I reached the bathroom and flicked on the light. The large rectangle fluorescent lights flickered once and illuminated the bathroom. I went over to the toilet and did my business. After flushing, I put the seat down and walked over to the sink. And that's when I saw it. A shot of adrenaline pulsated throughout my body. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach and began to beat like a lunatic. My thoughts spun out of control and I couldn't reign them in. I felt weak kneed and lightheaded. "Oh God," I wailed as I looked at the mirror again in horror. Scrawled on the mirror in bright red lipstick were the words:
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AIDS! HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY! LOVE JASMINE :P
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!
Oh snap!! It's Sasha Slaughter again for the final time this week to bring you a little Masters of Horror episode 4 review. Ok, so it doesn't have anything to do with classic horror, but if you tools paid any attention, you'd notice that the MOH series has been a recurring theme the past few weeks...duh! Ok, so shut up && enjoy!
MOH episode 4 is titled Jenifer (I spelled it right...1 N my friends) is directed by Dario Argento and came out in 2006. Detective Frank Spivey comes across a man trying to murder a young girl. Frank saves her but quickly realizes that the girl is horribly disfigured. He looks past her disfiguration when she starts to seduce him, even though some fucked up shit starts happening. But when things start to go to far for Detective Spivey, and theres only one thing left to do...
The story begins with Detective Spivey and his partner sitting in their squad car eating Chinese when Spivey decides to get out and take a look around. He hears someone scream and turns to find a man dragging a young girl away. He sees the man take out a knife and hold it in the air, getting ready to stab the girl. Spivey tells the man to put the knife down but the man tells him it's too late. Before the man can stab her, Spivey shoots him and with his last dying breath the man says "Jenifer".
He unties her and notices that she is horribly disfigured ( && I mean that...chick has a MAJOR butter face). And while untying her he gets a cut on his hand from her fingernail ( And he is obsessed with the cut throughout the entire show thinger..it's gross.) Anyway back at home his wifey decides to try and seduce him, and he ends up turning her on her stomach and just takin it!! And while he was doing that he was having flashbacks of shooting the guy and Jenifer bent over a barrel. (Guess which flashback turned him on ehh?). He talks to the psychologist and asks about Jenifer and how she is doing. He finds out that Jenifer is an orphan and is possibly mentally challenged. The psychologist tells him that Jenifer that is in a mental institution and he decides to go visit her.
He is taken into the shower room where Jenifer is (Total boob shot) and she sees him and runs to him. He decides that she can't stay there so he takes her back to his house. His family sees her the following morning and of course, they freak out. His wife tells him that he has to take her somewhere else and just before she leaves the room, Jenifer grabs his wife and tries to kiss her (or maybe bite her...idk!!) He takes her away from the house and drives around, trying to figure out where he can take her. While trying to figure something out he stops the car and is trying to decide what to do when Jenifer starts getting a little frisky. He tries to start the car but she grabs his hand and then pulls her dress down and puts his hand on her boobs. She then starts kissing and undoes his pants and rides him like a pony (ooh sorry, was that crude?? ehh.)
After that little tryst Frank brings her back home to his house and claims that no one would take her and he wants her to stay there until he can find a place. They hear a crashing sound and go into the bathroom to find Jenifer eating their cat and playing with its intestines...EWWW! Franks wife freaks out and ( Of course, wouldn't you spaz if you found some butter face chick munching on your cat too?) calls a cab and leaves. Later that night while Frank is sleeping, Jenifer comes into his room and does Frank, yet again.
The following day while Frank is gone, Jenifer sees the little girl from the neighbor hood outside playing in a pool and when Frank comes home he finds Jenifer in the basement eating the little girl. He grabs Jenifer and chokes her a little before letting go and collapsing on the floor crying. The next day he is at the side show where he propositions the owner and asks him if he'll take Jenifer. He gives the owner a set of keys to his house so he can go in and take Jenifer while Frank leaves town for a few days. Frank goes home to see if she had been taken away yet. He doesn't see any sign of her and believes she is gone, that is until he opens the refrigerator door and finds the owner of the freak shows body in it, all chopped into pieces. He buries the body in his backyard and gets Jenifer and they get into his car and leave.
He takes them into the woods to a secluded cabin so no one can find them. Frank gets wasted and tells Jenifer that there is a little town a few miles away from the cabin and that hes going to try to find a job and asks her to stay in the cabin while hes gone. The following day Frank goes into town and sees a help wanted sign in the window of a store. Rose, the owner of the stores gives him the job and asks if he can start that day. While Frank is helping Rose with inventory, Jenifer is hiding behind a building watching them. Later that night while Roses son is at a party, he stumbles across Jenifer in the woods. She runs away from him and he follows her. Frank arrives home but can't find Jenifer. He goes to the basement of the cabin and finds Jenifer eating Jack, Roses son.
Frank ties Jenifer's hands together and grabs and ax and leads Jenifer into the woods. He ties Jenifer to a tree and just as he's ready to chop her head off, a hunter in the woods tells him to stop. Before Frank has a chance to explain the hunter shoots him in the chest. He unties Jenifer and tells her it's going to be ok. And with his last dying breath, Frank mutters "Jenifer".
WOW!! I actually liked this episode of MOH. The few that I've seen have kinda been snooze fests, but this one was good. I think overall I'd give it a solid 3 out of 5. It's got everything you need in a horror movie all crammed into about 58 minutes. You've got blood and guts, murder, sex, and 2 out of the 3 B's (That is boobs, butt, and box of course!). I think so far this is definitley my favorite MOH episode. And since you're here, don't forget to check out Zanes review of The Corpse Vanishes, starring Bela Lugosi. And yeah, you know what I'm about to say, check back next week for all new stuff, here at Dead End Horror.
Heya! Zombie Zane here. Just wanted to let you know that Sasha and I will be back with all new shit next week. So in the meantime, we're re-posting some of our shit from the archives. For those that have followed since the beginning, you shit outta luck. But for you new readers that haven't read our old shit, happy day for you!
Anyway, this post is a little thing I did. Maybe its flash fiction, maybe not. But whatever. So, yeah, I wrote this a while back and decided to re=post it. Here's my short story, 'The Junkie.' Enjoy and we'll see ya on the flip side.
Kurt Jacobs hunkers on the third step of the Hollow Oak Apartments, scrawny knees tucked up against his emaciated body, insides burning and wrenching.
He’s sick. Junkie sick. There is only one conceivable way to eradicate his sickness and that’s one more fix. Just one more.
Living in a junkies world, on the corner of east hell and two blocks from south suffering, Kurt Jacobs is all to aware where this road will end.
He rocks and trembles with excruciating cramps but he needs to venture out into the cold night and search for the one thing that will ease his anguish. And that means he is going to need all of what little strength remains in his broken down body. The quest could be perilous.
If he doesn’t acquire his drug, he will waste away. His last meal was a box of cold fried rice from a Chinese take out place that he can’t remember the name of.
"I need it. I need it so fucking bad. This is killing me and driving me bat shit, but I need it. And I don’t care, I gotta have it." He whispers to himself.
At 6'2 and 100 pounds, Kurt Jacobs is a mere shell of the man he was once was. At one time, he tipped the scales at 230. His pale face and dark sunken eyes tell the tale. A junkies tale.
Just ten days ago he was sitting on his designer sofa watching his beautiful wife play with their beautiful son. All was right in the world. All was right until he met her. The bitch and whore that took his life, his mind, his soul, his everything. Took it not by force, but took it by invite.
Traveling with empty pockets and a rapidly debasing mind, Kurt will hit the streets in search for his drug. His drug is a woman named Mara. Mara is a vampire.
He wants to see her he says over and over as he walks the streets.
Maybe he can will himself to quit the endless searching. He’s been searching for the past nine days. And he’ll continue to scour the streets for six more before he will put a loaded .45 to his temple and pull the trigger.
