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Wednesday, 13 April 2016
Hell Reviews: The Devil's Detective by Simon Kurt Unsworth
Synopsis: Welcome to hell....... where skinless demons patrol the lakes and the waves of Limbo wash against the outer walls, while the souls of the Damned float on their surface, waiting to be collected.
When an unidentified, brutalised body is discovered, the case is assigned to Thomas Fool, one of Hell's detectives, known as 'Information Men’. But how do you investigate a murder where death is commonplace and everyone is guilty of something?
This is a book my mum recommended to me on Goodreads at totally random, purely on the basis of me liking horror and I am so glad she did.
On a normal basis I don't do crime, but mixing mysteries and demons? That's right up my alley.
Saying this book doesn't hold back is an understatement, there's gruesome demons, tons of blood, lots of fire, shining angels and a nice array of characters.
One thing I tend to dislike about crime books is the detective work and initially I was worried that this book would be like a basic crime book just based in Hell, but despite the focus being on one of three Information Men in the book I didn't find the investigation segments dragged at all.
The added horror elements really made the background information more interesting than if it had been a basic human detective, the fact the entire story is based in Hell gave the author a whole world to explore and delve into and Simon wastes no time in creating his own awful place.
He created various races of demon, the differences of classes and treatments that parallel the modern rich against poor society we live in today with a devilish twist and that made it all the more interesting.
Our lead character, Thomas Fool, begins as a seeming novice at his job and slowly builds as a character as the book progresses and the characters he interacts with all affect him in some way. It was nice to see a character who doubted himself, perhaps a little too much at times which could get tiring at points, but compared to the amount of self assured, strongly independent and always right detectives you get in other books it was a pleasant change.
I like the look into the relationship between angels and demons and those souls belonging in Limbo.
Michael and Balthazar were strong characters in themselves and I enjoyed the short but many segments that they showed up.
The crimes themselves were interesting and I like how the killer used various methods to destroy his victims, although I did find myself figuring out what was going on before I'd reached halfway in the books, but I wasn't completely correct in my guesses and the need to find out what was going on amongst the demons and tainted souls pushed me forward towards the end.
I had very few complaints honestly, aside from Fool's constant doubt and moping about being rather useless I never found myself groaning, sighing or rolling my eyes at anything
It's a book I would definitely recommend for those who can hold their stomach on some sicker details and I for one am looking forward to buying the sequel.
Monday, 11 April 2016
Tek Tek by Hell.R.
She was beautiful, undeniably beautiful.
Her hair cascaded down her back as her eyes sparkled with a
smile with unexplained joy as she looked at me, she was like a siren. Calling
me in with her smile.
Something about her had me rooted to the spot, unable to
move despite my will to continue home and rest for the night. It wasn’t like I
had the urge to investigate this mysterious beauty further I just genuinely
could move no further, like my legs were frozen solid.
A strange feeling began crawling through me, a feeling of
unease. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and my blood ran cold as I saw
her move, an unexplained feeling.
This woman had never done anything to me in the past in fact I had never met her before, so why did a single movement from her make me shudder?
This woman had never done anything to me in the past in fact I had never met her before, so why did a single movement from her make me shudder?
I glanced around in hope of finding something else that
would peak my interest, anything that could take my mind off the mystery woman
and perhaps let me move again. Sadly there was nothing apart from buildings
that were hidden behind rows of trees.
When I looked back towards the wall where the woman was
leaning I was surprised to find that she was gone but that I still couldn’t
move and the feeling of dread was still rushing over me. My hands were shaking
and my stomach was full of butterflies.
A movement across the floor caught my attention, making me
jump in shock. Considering its size I didn’t know how I had managed to over
look the figure crawling across the floor, part of me wished I hadn’t noticed
it just now.
My heart instantly faltered with a few beats and the lump
got bigger causing my breath to catch in my chest, my shivering turned into
full blown shakes as I surveyed the figure on the floor.
It was the woman, she was skeletally thin and her skin was
deathly grey, her lips had turned blue whilst her once blonde hair had become
more of a grey colour, matted with dirt and blood. There was no denying that
she looked a lot healthier and…alive…when she was leaning against the wall a
few feet away.
My eyes slowly scanned down her body which was led out on
the concrete, nausea hit me in a second and I felt the colour drain from my
face as I saw the trail of blood where her legs should be.
How was this woman still moving?
Her dead eyes looked up at me as she slowly reached out to
me, her cold lips parting slowly and strange strangled noises left her throat.
My own throat went dry as I stared into her eyes and my body
continued to betray my mind which was still crying out
for me to move, run away and not to look back.
for me to move, run away and not to look back.
It started screaming for me to move as I watched her reach
down to where her legs should have been and pulled out a scythe that was
covered in dried blood, where that had come from I couldn’t tell and it was the
last thing I was capable of thinking about right now.
With the fear of death looming upon me my mind went blank;
no life flashed before my eyes, no last wishes for friends and family….just
fear.
She was going to make me like her, take my legs and let me
bleed to death where I stood and it all started with a simple look her way.
Hell Reviews: Knock Knock - May contain minor spoilers...like it's awful.
Synopsis: Keanu Reeves stars in this home invasion thriller directed by Eli Roth. Left at home alone while his wife and children are away for the weekend, Evan Webber (Reeves) receives a late night visit from two attractive rain-soaked young women asking to use his phone. But after letting the girls inside and allowing them to use his shower and dry off their clothes, the night takes a turn as the two girls seduce Evan to thank him for his hospitality. Reluctant at first, Evan eventually gives in to temptation but not without suffering the consequences...
What happened Keanu?
Was this a quick money maker?
You actually had talent years ago and now this shoddy film
has made me wonder if maybe I’m having nostalgia over an actor I haven’t seen
in enough movies to have nostalgia over.
But Knock Knock was just so bad.
The premise of the film had so much promise, so how the hell
did it fall this far?
The story of a father and husband being seduced into a
threesome and then tormented for his mistake sounds like it could be a great
idea, if it had been written better.
It goes without saying that this particular films seems to
have gained a wonderful title of one of the worst films to come out that year
and it’s not hard to see why.
Unfortunately it’s another of Eli Roth’s films that I will
mentally slap myself for watching, and I know it’s bad when I can remember who
the director is as I don’t pay attention to such things usually, but he’s
proven in the past to be a disappointment.I’m looking at you Hostel…and Cabin Fever….
To start off with Keanu’s character, Evan Webber, made such
a drastic shift in a matter of minutes that it made no sense.
He goes from loving and devoted husband and father, hard
working architect type to a cheater and a complete imbecile in mere seconds.Now I know some people would defend it with; “But it’s two hot girls being easy and asking for it, who wouldn’t go for it? Heheh.”
Let me tell you, most men who give a damn about their family like he is originally shown to be, as weird as it may sound to say it, a man like my dad wouldn’t fall into such a pitiful trap because he has more respect for my mum than he would for two random women who think they’re clearly all that and can simply get away with it just because.
But we got to get the plot rolling somehow!
It’s one of the things I dislike about such things, rather
than give us good story telling they’d rather get into showing the sexy women
and torture so screw logical characters and motivation, and sometimes this may
be forgivable but when the story you’re given leads to nothing and you’re
supposed to live with “It happened just because,” then it makes Hell a very
unhappy girl.
This isn’t to say that I need things painted out for me, but
sometimes it’s nice to have a little motivation to go with your torture.It wouldn’t have even taken much, a small change to make him in an unhappy marriage whilst not creating a masterpiece would offer some form of reasoning to why he’d go for it and I’m not buying that moment of weakness crap either.
Sometimes ‘just because’ isn’t enough, at least in The Strangers they said it was just because they were home, but Knock Knock feels like it’s trying to deliver a message and falls on its face halfway to your post box after tripping out of its delivery van.
The two girls were the worst antagonists ever, everything
they did made my eyes roll.
From their more than obvious innocent act to the ‘we’re
insane and can kill you’ act.Who thought these characters up?
Never once did I get the impression that these girls are veteran cheater killers like they seem to imply that they are.
I also don’t understand the logic of going to relentless seduction attempts to make someone cheat and then punishing them for it.
I’d rather have seen this based on a character who is shown to be a serial cheater and scumbag than on someone who hasn’t seemed to do anything to anyone until pushed to it.
It just doesn’t make sense to me, it’s like making someone eat cake and then laughing at them and calling them fat because you made them eat the cake.
I admit that I am guilty of enjoying a good home invasion
movie, they don’t even have to make sense but the feats in this film are just
impossible. From how destructive they’re being around the house to how quickly
they can move around and get changed seemed inhumanly quick, unless there’s
meant to be a time lapse that isn’t even implied.
I can really enjoy characters who are a bit screwed in the
head, take Mileena from Mortal Kombat and Tira from Soulcalibur, they are two
of my favourite characters in video games and they’re bat-shit crazy, so why in
films do the nutty women always make me groan and roll my eyes or physically
cringe at the way they’re acting?Not to mention that people with the attitudes they showed annoy the hell out of me and I honestly can’t suspend my disbelief to rationalise some of the stuff they managed to accomplish.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to think that girls can’t accomplish anything involving a man, but there are also natural limits when you look at basic physics of two tiny, scrawny girls who look like the wind could blow them over and someone of Keanu’s build.
Why did Evan not just punch one of these girls in the throat and then take out the other one whilst her friend was down?
He slapped one of them and choked another so clearly harming them isn’t a moral issue, so why didn’t he fight back like his life was genuinely on the line…which it was!
They were open on so many occasions and yet somehow they managed to outwit and overpower him ludicrously easily multiple times.
I also dislike it in these kind of films where anyone who comes into the picture that could actually help always gets easily taken out, with the most minimum of effort at that.
Even worse is that we’re supposed to believe that they’ve done this multiple times and haven’t been caught?
That’s absolutely ridiculous.
Then again I’m one of these people where I get irrationally annoyed when we’re supposed to believe this character is able to outwit everyone and pulls the wool over everyone’s eyes when it’s clear as day it’d never work in real life. (I’m looking at you Amnesiac.)
Technically I have no place to be taking entertainment from the fictional world if I’m that finicky about things.
The creators clearly had no idea how basic things seemed to
work either, like when you call the police. Here I was thinking that if you
hung up on the emergency services that they’d attempt to call you back and then
dispatch the police to investigate if you don’t pick up, especially after you
just spoke the words; “I’d like to report a break in.”
But I’m not part of the police force nor a dispatcher, so
what do I know?
Who are we supposed to be rooting for?
At first you want to try and sympathise with Keanu Reeve’s
character, but he cheated and cheating is a massive ‘no’ in my books. Not to
mention the fact that he wasn’t man enough to stand his ground and decline
their awfully obvious seduction tactics, how are we supposed to root for
someone who just went for it?
That and he’s a completely unrelatable character, and that’s
mainly because he’s so wooden and dull that there’s no personality there.
The girls aren’t the type I’d root for either, crazy for
crazies sake doesn’t get me excited and I have, quite often, in the past found
myself slightly disappointed when the antagonists I can actually wave a flag
for get their comeuppance.
But that takes good writing and dialogue, something this
film needs drastically.
The acting was simply horrific, but it goes along with the execution of the story really, completely crap and not worth your time, and I have seen some terrible acting in my life (I mean let’s face it, I’m a Supernatural fan and some of the acting on there can be questionable at best.)
The dog, Monkey, however was pretty cool, can’t fault that stellar acting.
The constant 'sexy' acting got tiring really fast, but I'm not part of the audience who these two moderately attractive girls are supposed to be appealing to.
Their act got tired quickly, especially the blonde Bel's constant 'daddy' talk during one scene, it wasn't sexy, it wasn't cute, it was just annoying and went on for too long.
If executed in a half decent way this film could have done
for tormenting cheaters what Hard Candy did for tormenting suspected paedophiles,
too bad it just seemed to be an excuse for the director to show off his ‘hot
wife’.
Take a back seat Resident Evil, there’s a new wife flaunter
in town.
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Wednesday, 6 April 2016
Through the Eyes of an Innocent by Hell.R.
My heart beats erratically as I pull the covers up higher until they touch my chin; my eyes were wide open as I stared towards my ceiling. Granted I couldn’t see anything through the darkness but I didn’t care, I needed to stay awake.
There’s something in the corner of my room and the second I close my eyes it’ll get closer and spring on me I just know it, I’m not stupid I know what happens in stories. The minute someone’s back is turned the thing attacks, the only advantage I had at this stage of the game was that it couldn’t attack when my back was turned because I was led down.
Yeah…I’m winning this round.
I could deal with no sleep for one night, its 2am now meaning there’s only about three more hours before the sun will start to rise and the thing in the corner will disappear. Sleep is over rated anyway.
A content smile crosses my lips before a jolt of realisation shot through me, the thing in the corner doesn’t attack unless my eyes are closed…but what about the thing at the end of my bed?
My eyes slowly lowered towards the end of my bed where a large shadow loomed over me, perfectly still but terrifyingly threatening. My blood ran cold and I found myself frozen in fear, I’ll be ok as long as I don’t move.
No sleep and no moving that’s easy.
But wait! What if I needed to use the bathroom?!
The thing under my bed was sure to reach out and grab me the minute I set my feet on the carpeted floor, it would drag me under and I’d become a slave to the bed goblins and ghouls. Dragged into their world to be tortured and then sold off as a slave, forced to work until my skin melts off.
A soft whimper escaped me as I shivered at the thought of Goblin Hell.
Wait…the thing at the end of the bed…did it just move? Did that one little shiver catch its attention?
Or did the thing in the closet tip it off?
The thing in the closet is the worse of them all, parents tell their children bogeymen live in the closet but I know better. The thing in the closet is no bogeyman but something far worse, more ferocious and blood thirsty.
I’ve seen it move around in there, knocking my things over whilst pacing back and forth. It’s waiting for me to go and investigate the noise before throwing the doors open and pulling me into the unknown.
There’s no protection from these things, even in the day they hide in the shadows but because they can’t go into sunlight they are stuck there until nightfall.
My mum tells me there’s nothing to be scared of but what does she know? Has she seen the things I have?
I know things are out there to get me, the darkness can hide many things and they all want to get me.
My eyes start to feel heavy and I couldn’t stop them from slowly sliding shut, the thing in the corner was sure to get me now but I couldn’t help myself, I was so tired.
Oh well maybe I’ll have more luck tomorrow night
There’s something in the corner of my room and the second I close my eyes it’ll get closer and spring on me I just know it, I’m not stupid I know what happens in stories. The minute someone’s back is turned the thing attacks, the only advantage I had at this stage of the game was that it couldn’t attack when my back was turned because I was led down.
Yeah…I’m winning this round.
I could deal with no sleep for one night, its 2am now meaning there’s only about three more hours before the sun will start to rise and the thing in the corner will disappear. Sleep is over rated anyway.
A content smile crosses my lips before a jolt of realisation shot through me, the thing in the corner doesn’t attack unless my eyes are closed…but what about the thing at the end of my bed?
My eyes slowly lowered towards the end of my bed where a large shadow loomed over me, perfectly still but terrifyingly threatening. My blood ran cold and I found myself frozen in fear, I’ll be ok as long as I don’t move.
No sleep and no moving that’s easy.
But wait! What if I needed to use the bathroom?!
The thing under my bed was sure to reach out and grab me the minute I set my feet on the carpeted floor, it would drag me under and I’d become a slave to the bed goblins and ghouls. Dragged into their world to be tortured and then sold off as a slave, forced to work until my skin melts off.
A soft whimper escaped me as I shivered at the thought of Goblin Hell.
Wait…the thing at the end of the bed…did it just move? Did that one little shiver catch its attention?
Or did the thing in the closet tip it off?
The thing in the closet is the worse of them all, parents tell their children bogeymen live in the closet but I know better. The thing in the closet is no bogeyman but something far worse, more ferocious and blood thirsty.
I’ve seen it move around in there, knocking my things over whilst pacing back and forth. It’s waiting for me to go and investigate the noise before throwing the doors open and pulling me into the unknown.
There’s no protection from these things, even in the day they hide in the shadows but because they can’t go into sunlight they are stuck there until nightfall.
My mum tells me there’s nothing to be scared of but what does she know? Has she seen the things I have?
I know things are out there to get me, the darkness can hide many things and they all want to get me.
My eyes start to feel heavy and I couldn’t stop them from slowly sliding shut, the thing in the corner was sure to get me now but I couldn’t help myself, I was so tired.
Oh well maybe I’ll have more luck tomorrow night
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
Never Apart by Hell.R.
Her skin is beautiful.
A perfect milky white, the complete contrast to my previous
girlfriend, her skin had been a wonderful dark colour.
I don’t care about the colour of their skin, it’s always
been about the condition of that skin. Always soft, no unsightly blemishes such
as acne or scars.
They could only be perfect.
I like distinguishing features, the odd mole, perhaps cute
freckles as they add personality.
My girlfriend has the cutest little line of moles down the
right side of her stomach.
Her sparkling eyes follow my hand down her body as I trace
it down her perfect skin, tears rolling down her cheeks whilst I smile in love
and admiration.
“You will be the best one of them all,” I whisper.
Those eyes flashed with an all too familiar look that I am
still yet to understand, all of my previous girlfriends had the same look as
the blade first sunk into their skin. An angelic scream echoes around the room
and makes my heart skip a few beats, I love that sound.
I sink the silver blade in at an angle in jagged movements
to separate the skin from anything else, blood poured over my hand that was
resting on her side. With each movement she’d let out a cry and a whimper and a
smile just broke my face in half.
Once an edge was established I began to peel the skin back
to reveal the red underneath and continue to dissect a large portion until it
had finally fallen away completely.
One beautiful piece of milk coloured skin, stained red.
I set the knife by her hip and get up, stepping away from
the table she was strapped to. Pulling the side of my shirt up, I place the
piece of skin across my side, holding it there until I reach the mirror across
the room.
The contrast of the skin sample against my own was
beautiful, the white contrasted against my own scarred, tanned skin
wonderfully.
“Simply magnificent.”
The skin makes an almost delightfully sickening noise as it
slaps against the counter of the wooden table beside the mirror, right next to
a needle and thread.
I move the mirror around so that I could sit at the table
and have a perfect view of myself.
After removing my shirt I hold the skin against my own once
again, admiring the sight with distraction before snapping out of it and
grabbing onto an already prepared needle.
The first stitch always hurts the most, having the end of
the needle push through the flesh stung every time, but after that it becomes
an almost addictive feeling. The need to feel the piece of thread moving
between your skin and tightening the new addition was euphoric.
Watching as the loose and flapping piece of slowly dying
flesh attaches to yours with each new stitch was addictive.
It only takes about five minutes until it’s over and the
feeling of bliss subsides, my body tingles all over as I take a wet wipe from a
packet on top of the table and begin wiping the excess blood from my newly
grafted skin.
With my new, milky skin all cleaned up I make my way back to
the table. Leaning over this beautiful woman I smile so lovingly that my cheeks
hurt, she stares back at me as her chest heaves up and down with large pants.
“Well I think that went very well, shall we continue?”
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