If You Made A Horror Movie..

[Homicidalheathen]

Personally I think something about evil spirits you can't get rid of.....

Anything with good ol satan......

Incredible mind powers.

Family curses too.

Cause I suffer from all of these inflictions lol

[DJ Nocker]

amazingly gory and pornagraphic

[Draco1958]

Personally I think something about evil spirits you can't get rid of.....

Anything with good ol satan......

Incredible mind powers.

Family curses too.

Cause I suffer from all of these inflictions lol

A movie about the family??

Sorry, couldn't resist.

[phee]

I don't like horror movies

[Homicidalheathen]

Anthropormoprhic animal costumes of a very Beatrix Potter variety living together in a small forest town. It would feature several different forms of violence at surprising occasions from spousal abuse to self-mutilation and the drowning of infant animals.

[Scales]

I don't like horror but as far as my dream zombie flick goes.. A zombie movie where there are two vicious biker/raider parties that are both as concerned with killing off each other for the last of the continents rations as they are for killing off the undead.

[Hellion]

My version of my own kind of movie would be called "Machine Shop of Horrors" quick plot

after an employee at a tool & die shop gets fired for no apparent reason he seeks revenge upon all the workers ,and one by one they are viciously killed at the factory,and how they are killed would be in a very sadistic way.

[Scary Guy]

I'm not telling, because I don't want anyone to steal my awesome ideas. If I ever get motivated enough I might just do it.

[Homicidalheathen]

My version of my own kind of movie would be called "Machine Shop of Horrors" quick plot

after an employee at a tool & die shop gets fired for no apparent reason he seeks revenge upon all the workers ,and one by one they are viciously killed at the factory,and how they are killed would be in a very sadistic way.

Dont you work in a---never mind.

I am thinking with all those saws and tools there would be plenty of gorey ways to die.

[Brenda Starrr]

I would make it about a spelling nazi who slowly and methodically kills shitty spellers. The killer would also knock out a tooth or cut off a joint for each and every grammatical error.

[the eternal]

I would make it about a spelling nazi who slowly and methodically kills shitty spellers. The killer would also knock out a tooth or cut off a joint for each and every grammatical error.

Hat wood B suite!

OH shid!

Watt hav eye dun?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgh

That's right, she killed me for a good cause so, I'm among the greatfull dead.

Oh that was bad.

(But I love any pic that lets me show off my sword)

[Gaf The Horse With Tears]

A flesh eating plague spawned from one of the 3 main toxic waste dumps used to store the cows that injested PBB back in the 70's. It would take place in Michigan... cause thats where all the cows were buried in thier steel barrels and coverd with cement. 30 years those cows have sat in a sealed enviroment... their chemically infussed bodys rotting slowly... the harmless bacteria and germs that promote decay constantly under a barrage from chemicals that are known to cause mutation on a cellular level....

Then someone accidently cracks one open....

[Fin]

An aberrant spree from the point of view of a psycho-killer.

The movie would be disturbing mostly because it would be incoherent--much like a psychopath's mind.

"American Psycho" started down this path but didn't cross the threshold.

[Hellion]

Dont you work in a---never mind.

I am thinking with all those saws and tools there would be plenty of gorey ways to die.

Especially in a stamping press,or a wet(surface grinder)being strapped down to the table and seeing that grinding wheel getting closer and closer,and you can't get loose.

[Brenda Starrr]

Hat wood B suite!

OH shid!

Watt hav eye dun?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgh

That's right, she killed me for a good cause so, I'm among the greatfull dead.

Oh that was bad.

(But I love any pic that lets me show off my sword)

ROFL!

I can see why Bean loves you!

[Fierce Critter]

Scene:

A dimly lit, suburban grocery store. Bland, unidentifiable canned muzak plays from speakers that pop and go in and out sporadically. The floor is dirty, chipped linoleum tile, it appears to have at one time, been some shade of infection grey. Now it's dirty, dark infection grey. The aisles are poorly stocked, cans unfaced and toppled, boxes skewed. The produce aisle is a horror of just-about-to-be-rotting vegetables and fruit - wilted lettuce, spongy tomatoes, hairy strawberries, brown bananas. There are tiny flies flying around, alighting on food, cans, and people indiscriminately.

Enter: Typical Suburban Housewife (TSH). Thirty-fourish. Unkempt, blondish shoulder-length hair carelessly tucked back in a plastic, tortoishell headband. Grey t-shirt doesn't have too many stains. Jeans are last decade's fashion. Feet scuffed into slip-on, K-Mart moccasins.

She's pushing a cart with one wheel that consistently shudders, spins like a possessed child desperately in need of exorcism, and squeals like a butt-fucked swine. The rusty, germ-infested cart is laden with a small selection of unremarkable packaged goods.

TSH does multiple laps of several aisles. There's a look of deep consternation on her face as she alternates between glancing at a shopping list in her hand, and glancing up at shelves as she walks by. This goes on for an interminable amount of time, until she finally stops, sighs, closes her eyes in a look of defeated resignation, and puts the list in the front of the cart.

She again starts to push the squealing cart, now looking around as if searching for somebody. As she turns the corner into the feminine hygeine aisle, she stops short as she almost runs into...

Emo Stock Boy (ESB): looks to be maybe seventeenish. Maybe closer to twenty-five. It's hard to tell, as he rarely looks anywhere but somewhere in the vicinity of his unlaced, knock-off, dirty, holey black hi-top sneakers. Greasy, unstyled hair hangs over his eyes. As he blinks, we can see oily strands get caught in his eyelashes, making the TSH's eyes water as she brushes non-existent hair away from her own eyes.

His t-shirt is black, worn, but surprisingly clean. The graphic on the front is of an odd, lonely winter scene, with the words "Weezer" and "Pinkerton" near the top. His black, twill pants are oversized, the hems tattered and dragging behind his heels, there are countless straps, chains and other baubles hanging from seemingly endless d-rings sewn into hems and scattered pockets. The tag on the back is sticking up and out from the waistband, the nambrand "Tripp" embroidered in lime green and purple. A very worn, black "hoodie" jacket completes the ensemble, unzipped, one drawstring hanging 3-times longer than the other at the neck.

She stops. She sees him. He briefly glances furtively out of the corner of his downcast eyes at her, but continues stamping bright green price tags on packages of tampons with a black pricing gun in near slow motion.

TSH: Excuse me. I can't seem to find Stovetop Stuffing anywhere.

There is no response from ESB. Not even a hesitation as he continues to shoot tampon boxes with green price tags.

TSH: Excuse me? Can you help me find it?

His gun hand stops. We see the barest waver of his hand, a slight tremble. He seems to be weighing unknowns in his tormented head. Without looking up, or moving any part of his body but that necessary to speak:

ESB: It's over by the rice.

He continues to shoot tampons.

TSH: I looked by the rice. I didn't see it.

Once again, the gun stops, the hand trembles. The mouth - and only the mouth - moves.

ESB: It's there.

He continues his slo-mo work.

TSH (impatience tinging her voice): I looked everywhere in that aisle. If it was there, I would have seen it. Can you take me over there and show me?

The ESB stops. His gunhand drops to his side. Seemingly minutes tick by as again, he seems to be weighing the future of mankind in his tormented head.

The gun wavers.

He looks up.

And smiles.

Fade to black.

End scene.

[Hellion]

How about a good slasher film about some psycho dressed up as the Burger King dude.after he kills them he leaves a whopper half eaten next to every corpes.

[Fin]

How about a good slasher film about some psycho dressed up as the Burger King dude.after he kills them he leaves a whopper half eaten next to every cores.

Great idea but that would never work

WHO can't finish a Whopper???

[Homicidalheathen]

This one is actually very good.

A flesh eating plague spawned from one of the 3 main toxic waste dumps used to store the cows that injested PBB back in the 70's. It would take place in Michigan... cause thats where all the cows were buried in thier steel barrels and coverd with cement. 30 years those cows have sat in a sealed enviroment... their chemically infussed bodys rotting slowly... the harmless bacteria and germs that promote decay constantly under a barrage from chemicals that are known to cause mutation on a cellular level....

Then someone accidently cracks one open....

[freydis]

I don't like horror movies