“Monsters are real and ghosts are real too, they live inside of us and sometimes they win.” In Stephen King’s horror novel, ‘The Shining’, Danny’s dad becomes the caretaker of the Overlook Hotel in the off season hoping to cure his writer’s block, and then strange things begin to happen. Five-year-old Danny Torrance is a ‘shiner’ (aglow with psychic voltage), this allows him to detect spirits and he begins to have terrifying visions as the hotel takes on a life of its own. Danny has the ability to read minds and mentally converse with others who read minds. Danny he sees glimpses of danger before and after it happens thanks to his ‘imaginary friend’ Tony. In the movie ‘Sixth Sense’ a troubled, isolated boy named Cole Sear is able to see and talk to the dead people who are walking around like regular people. They don’t see each other, they only see what they want to see and they don’t seem to know that they are dead.
I actually never believed in the Boogey Man and I never looked under my bed or checked to see if he was hiding in my closet. There was scary stuff around when I was a kid, but nothing like what exists today. We had Frankenstein, the mummy, vampires, the swamp monster, Godzilla, King Kong, the Twilight Zone, Vincent Price, Norman Bates, the Texas Chain Saw Massacre and even the Night of the Living Dead, but none of this stuff compares to Jason, Chucky or Freddy Krueger. The only horror film that I ever enjoyed watching was Hotel Hell, but I guess it is because this is actually a horror comedy. A rural hotel does not have a lot of guests, but they get business from their world-famous sausages. There is a the neon sign that reads “Motel Hello”, but the final ‘O’ burns out and now it reads Motel Hell. Farmer Vincent has a special recipe for his smoked sausages, using tourists that visit his hotel to fill up his secret garden. I love watching burlap sacks moaning and gurgling as bags are used to cover the heads of the people buried up to their neck and that had their vocal chords cut, so that can’t cry out for help. He and his portly sister feed the victims until the meat is tender and well marbled with fat. Afterward they are promptly slaughtered, minced with a few secret herbs, and stuffed into sausage skins. The movie is gory, but is also a parody of slasher movies like Last House on the Left, which I lived in.
Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 49 sentence prompt.