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Reviews - A Christian documentary diving into the sex trafficking industry in the US exposing the darkness that fuels demand, highlighting survivors' transformations through Christ, and showing Christ as the hope for all involved
Larry Wiezycki
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Artist: Taylor Swift Album: Lover Released: 23 August, 2019 Label: Republic Records Listen: Spotify / YouTube / Apple Music / TIDAL r/popheads megathread #1 / r/popheads megathread #2 ‘The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die. ” “You will not certainly die, ” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil. ” Genesis 3:2-5 When I think of love, I think of this picture I took of my best friend on her graduation day, in a bright yellow dress (though you dont see much of the dress, only the gold shade of her skin in the sun, and when I say that she is gleaming and brilliant, like some precious metal, I need you to know that I am not exaggerating) lying in green grass, her hair tangled and her eyes darkened as she squints. The look on her face is one of such pure, unrestrained joy that her smile creases from the width of it. My best friend, it should be said, cant stand Taylor Swift, or her music (the separation of these two things is important, and will come up many times in this write up) and would probably be annoyed with me mentioning her in the same sentence as Taylor. (Too bad. To me, Fi, you are the embodiment of love, and I cannot talk about love without talking about you. I have a more complicated relationship with Taylor Swift. I grew up with Taylor. She was a deity among us young, lovesick (or desperately waiting for someone who would make us lovesick) Southern girls, and we did what the devoted do for any deity: we worshipped her. I still remember the first time I heard ‘Our Song (in my middle school gymnasium, in 2007, on the recommendation of a girl Im not friends with any longer) and at the time, I did not understand the concept of ‘having a song, but I knew ‘Our Song was going to be my song. Over the next nine years, loving Taylor Swift came in and out of fashion. My friends and I adored her gowns and cut pictures of her from magazines for our walls and screamed about short skirts and bleachers in the backseats of our parents cars. Then we said she wrote too many songs about her ex boyfriends. We had opinions about her relationship with Harry Styles. (We didnt care about Jake Gyllehaal yet. But, still: hers was the first episode of SNL I ever watched. (I still have her monologue song memorised, partly because my brother and I rewrote it to be about our dog, and we called it the dog-alogue song. Loving her and hating her feels now like it was a fundamental part of our (Southern) girlhood, because when we loved her, it was an act of defiance — we loved her in spite of the hateful words of those who did not, who called her gendered slurs like ‘slut and ‘whore, words that had their claws in us from early ages — and when we hated her, it was an act of a different kind of defiance — we were girls, so we were supposed to love Taylor Swift and her pretty dresses and love songs about the famous men she had dated and we wanted to date too. We were girls, so we were meant to want to be her: tall, thin, blonde, beautiful, heartbroken. (Sometimes, we did. Often times, I still do. Girlhood, as Taylor and I both know, means never being able to win. By the time Taylor Swift started making pop music, two things had happened: everyone I knew now loved Kanye West, and I had learned what intersectional feminism was. Over the last few years, my opinion on Taylor Swift has not wavered: her music has shaped who I am and fostered my understanding of what I find important and beautiful, and I treasure all of it. At the same time, I can no longer love the image of Taylor Swift, or the person who wears that image, in the blind, devotional way I once did. I think this is important to disclose, as it shapes my interpretation and adoration of Lover. Before we move on: think of what love is to you. Keep that thought in your mind. PART ONE: EDEN Lover is not a complex album. In the final minute of it, on a distant-sounding voicemail recording that suggests shes moving out of frame as it fades, Swift lays the albums thesis bare: she ‘wants to be defined by the things she loved, not what she hates, or fears [interestingly, this could be considered the exact opposite of a statement she had made more than a decade prior: in the liner notes of 2008s Fearless, she says, “To me, ‘Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. and, accordingly, Fearless is an album almost entirely about what the then-18 year old Swift feared] or is haunted by”. (The text of this voicemail is also the album booklets opening. Lover was never really a guessing game, and its made obvious by the voicemail that Taylor herself (and not the person she sings “youre my lover” to on the title track, though whether she labels them as such as an act of deception or to align them more closely with herself is ambiguous) is the titular lover. But, like all Taylor Swift albums, her seventh album, arriving nearly thirteen years after her debut (for the uninitiated, thirteen is Swifts subversive choice of lucky number) is made richer by its context, and then, it becomes something else entirely. This write up is centred around a thought that did not strike me until I rewatched the opening of the music video for ‘Me. those few seconds when a snake dissolves into a cabal of pastel butterflies, one of the first images of the post- reputation era) and thought extensively (and self-reverentially) about being a girl in the American South in the 2000s: Lover is Taylor Swifts Eden, untouched by the ‘sin of a womans choice (to bite the apple, to defy God, to listen to a snake, to be the snake. Briefly, the story of Eden, for those who may need it: in the Judeo-Christian narrative, Adam and Eve were the first humans, modelled in Gods image — Eve having been created from the rib of Adam in order to serve as his companion. They lived in the lush garden of Eden, a microcosm of the world God created, and had been allowed to eat the fruit of every tree but one: the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. A snake in the garden deceives Eve, convincing her to eat the forbidden fruit. She gives the fruit to Adam and convinced him to eat too, and the pair gain the knowledge of the Tree. As a result, God banishes them from Eden, and in particular, curses Eve and her descendants (childbirth, menstruation, and obedience to her husband) for disobeying him and listening to the snake. (The story of Adam and Eve varies across the Abrahamic religions, this is the Christian tradition — Adam and Eves decision to eat the fruit is know as the fall of man, and created the state of original sin, the foundation of the belief that all humans are sinners. Lover, as both an album and an era, is Eden in the moment just before Eve listened to the snake, when all the players (God, Adam, Eve, the snake, the fruit and the Tree) existed and were perfectly placed to act, but did not yet know what game they were playing. In general, the album and many of the statements made by Swift during promotion of the album, are an attempt at reversion and reconstruction (to keep things simple, lets say now that the public image of Taylor Swift is the Eden she is trying to return to with Lover, as it was what was damaged by her self-referenced fall from grace) but, at the same time, she keeps an eye on the future she already watched play out (the album is littered with parallels and references to reputation that come up suddenly and loudly, like warning sirens. Resultantly, Lover is a transitional album, existing in the space between the self-immolating Taylor Swift that made reputation and the Taylor Swift that the former explicitly killed off; it is an Eden that is aware of the fall and seeks to undo it before it can occur. This might explain, but not excuse, some of the most frequent criticism of the album — that it had large amounts of filler (there are 18 songs on Lover, four of which were released prior to the albums release) and the songwriting was weak. Viewing it through these two parallel lenses, as an album that seeks redemption and in doing so is mostly transitory, lends a hesitance to its moments of bombast and garishness (such as the lead single, ‘Me. which well discuss as a product of Eve-Taylor later on) but the narrative that surrounds Eden is not the only thing that Lover resembles: Lover is, visually and sonically, an album that blooms and, at points, withers. It arrived in a haze of fauna (there were seven palm trees and she was definitely, wink, counting down to something) and pastel tones, with a spring-release lead single and beginning-of-the-end-of-summer album release date, entirely new territory for Swift. The albums aesthetic has been lush and careful; the cover of Lover itself (designed by 24 year old Colombian-American artist Valheria Rocha) is a sunset of pinks and oranges and pale blues, a pink heart painted in glitter surrounding one eye. The rest of the albums imagery has had the same shades, and Swift dresses whimsically and in colours, a stark contrast to the dark gradients that dominated reputations visual messaging. And then, of course, there are the snakes that have been turned into butterflies, their populations bolstered by CGI and back tattoos and emojis. There are other moments of magical realism (talking traffic lights and haunted clubs, the former bearing a certain resemblance another Jack Antonoff line, from Lordes ‘Green Light, “I whisper things / The city sings them back to you”) on the album, interspersed between warbling piano keys and drums that resemble a heartbeat. Swift maintains her appearance as a master of multiple genres, moving from a sugary collaboration with a Disney-esque hue (‘Me. to a ballad with a Dixie Chicks feature (‘Soon Youll Get Better) and the stylish pop that she had perfected on 1989 (‘Cruel Summer. While there are fewer songs that seem purpose-built for experimentation than there were on reputation, there are still some obvious risks: the childrens choir on ‘Its Nice To Have A Friend and ‘Careless Whisper saxophone on ‘False God are standouts in a fairly diverse (bearing in mind that this is, ultimately, still a Taylor Swift album) sonic landscape. The last part of the resemblance Lover bears to Edens garden is a thematic one: literal and figurative growth. Taylor turned 30 on the 13th of December, and the end of her twenties was a key point of focus in both her promotion (for her cover of Elle, in March, she wrote a list of 30 things she had learned before her 30th birthday, the insights ranging from practical to gut-wrenching to cheeky) and critical (and tabloid) contemplation of Lover. Taylor Swift had more or less come of age in the public eye by the time she released Red in 2012, and Lover is an extension of and meditation on her growth, both as an individual and in her relationship with the English actor Joe Alwyn (now her longest linear relationship to date — Alwyn was also, presumably, the subject of several songs on reputation, and while a rare few boyfriends have seemingly been referenced on multiple albums [Joe Jonas, Harry Styles] none have ever monopolised two albums like Alwyn) coveting both senses of the word ‘lover she uses on the album. As was mentioned earlier, many of the first images of the era involved butterflies, which are commonly used to note change through references to the process of metamorphosis, and from such a meticulous artist, this could not have been anything but deliberate. Next: we discuss 2016, both for Taylor Swift and the world as a whole, as the fallout from her recorded phone call with Kanye West shapes Lovers promotion in the same way it shaped reputations lack of the same. PART TWO: THE FALL My favourite song on 2017s reputation was (the ridiculously underrated) ‘Dont Blame Me, where Taylor sings, voice echoing and sultry, “I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy / And baby, for you, I would fall from grace / Just to touch your face / If you walk away / Id beg you on my knees to stay. ” The parallels between Taylor Swift and Eve are not exact, but they do not need to be: both Taylor Swift and Eve listened to ‘snakes (take this only figuratively, who the snake is in Taylors narrative depends on who you are) and initiated their own downfalls as a result. Taylor has, for most of her career, painted herself as an innocent figure; actions are mostly done to her instead of the opposite. (This began to shift around the time of Red, when she first started creating music outside of the country music bubble (with its defined roles for women and men) and began to engage more fully with pop and not the crossover pop she had built her career on. One of her most sonically striking songs, and a strong example of the fact that Taylor Swift is capable of making perfect pop music, ‘Style features her admitting blame for a relationships rockiness (“I said, ‘Ive been there too a few times”) these admissions continue on reputation (despite ironic titles like ‘Dont Blame Me and ‘Look What You Made Me Do) and then is mostly absent from Lover. On Lover, Taylor is mostly the picture of youthful arrogance and innocence (barring, of course, moments of cheek [“He got that boyish look that I like in a man / I am an architect Im drawing up the plans / Its like Im 17 / Nobody understands”] and the entirety of ‘False God, with its latent sexuality) and Lover, both aesthetically and musically, is charged with that combination. However, on Lover, something interesting does happen: a number of songs are about things Taylor did to someone else, or with someone else, rather than what was done to her by them — ‘Paper Rings being a key example. The year of her fall, 2016, was a difficult year for Taylor personally, between the end of her relationship with Calvin Harris and the beginning of a cultural war with her at the centre, and it shattered the careful construction of Taylor Swift as an innocent third party. Its unnecessary to rehash what happened for the thousandth time, but given that Swift did not do press during the reputation era (allowing the album to serve as her immediate reaction) her most clear feelings were expressed during Lovers media tour. Simultaneously, 2016 was also a politically harsh year; in Britain, where Taylor now spends a great deal of time (her boyfriend, Joe Alwyn, is a Londoner, and shes seemingly adopted the country as her own) populism lead to a referendum win for ‘Brexit-idealists that has sent the country into ceaseless turmoil, much of which she would have witnessed as she spent more and more time in the UK. In the US, a president who has now been impeached for abuse of power (and this is before we touch on his history of virulent misogyny, racism, xenophobia, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, and corruption, and as we all, hopefully, know, this is only the tip of the orange iceberg) was elected, and many Americans, myself included, were seized by terror. Taylor didnt comment on the US 2016 election, or its contenders, beyond telling people to vote. She clearly regrets this, as a great deal of Lovers promotional efforts have been related to activism: industry-related (masters ownership and sexism, both of which well touch on in the next section) and plainly political (LGBT+ rights in particular, and shes clearly learned more about the experiences of people of colour. She, and her mother, Andrea, endorsed a Democratic candidate in Tennessee's 2018 mid term, and while he lost, her vocal disgust with the political landscape of the United States has continued. (In November, it was announced that she was the subject of a documentary, and it was later revealed that Netflix will be premiering ‘Taylor Swift: Miss Americana at Sundance, ‘Miss Americana being a reference to ‘Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince, the dazzling political allegory at around the midpoint of Lover. The documentary will presumably look at Taylors involvement with the field of American politics, and much remains to be seen about the behind-the-scenes of her decision-making. Lover is, from the, until recently, apolitical Taylor Swift, a political record, a direct response to both her fall (and what she gleaned from it, particularly her relationship with Joe Alwyn, which began, as well, in 2016) and the fall of her country: “American stories / Burning before me / I'm feeling helpless / The damsels are depressed / Boys will be boys, then / Where are the wise men. Darling, I'm scared” Next: on fear, loathing, and femininity. PART THREE: ADAM (OR: GIRLHOOD II) In Billboards retrospective of Taylors albums prior to the release of reputation, Jonathan Bradley described Self-Titled Taylor as a contradiction, “a lovestruck naïf who slices her enemies with precision”, one of my favourite descriptions of her, because it describes what drew me, and many, many others, to her when I was young: there was a pervasive and graceful violence to the way she dispatched her ex-boyfriends that made us root for her, even as her sabre teeth grew dull over time and her hints at misandry took on new forms — red, wet eyes and hands clasped for Red, wine glass in hand, ready to be shattered, for reputation. Whether you believe her advocacy self-serving or encompassing, Taylor Swift has contended with and spoken out against misogyny for much of her career, and began identifying as a feminist in 2014. In many of her Lover -era interviews, she spoke about the creation of her ‘squad (a mostly white, mostly thin, mostly conventionally beautiful — and if you remove Lena Dunham from this group of women [as Taylor did after Lenas breakup with Jack Antonoff] the mostly thin and conventionally beautifuls become all thin and conventionally beautifuls) as a decision born from bullying when she was young, and how the criticism of her feminism as white woman-centric (shorthand: white feminism, as opposed to intersectional feminism, which accounts for race, sexuality, disability, gender, social capital, economic class, and a host of other things) allowed her to learn and develop her understanding of feminism and misogyny further. Originally, this section was created to discuss Lover as a ‘healthier option: it is the first album whose master recording Taylor Swift legally owns, and after six albums with Nashville-based Big Machine Records, her first with her new label, streaming giant and Universal Music Group member Republic Records, making her a colleague-of-sorts of artists like Drake and the Weeknd (and her friend/popheads favourite Lorde. Taylors navigation of her relationship, and subsequent breakdown of that relationship, with Scott Borchetta (the man who signed Taylor when she was 14, as Big Machines first signing, and was part of her development as an artist, as well as a man she considered a friend) hangs over Lover. (My deluxe edition of the album has diary pages referencing him. But Borchetta and Swift (and the catalyst for everything, Scooter Braun) have been discussed at length on this sub, and instead, Id like to talk about female anger: in this era (and to a degree, the reputation era, though then her reaction to what happened to her was manifested as an avoidance of media coverage, anchored by the phrase, “there will be no further explanation, there will just be reputation ”) Taylor Swift was furious. Returning, briefly, to Eden: Eve is a controversial figure in feminist theory (there is some debate as to whether or not it is degrading to refer to her as the first femme fatale, given that the archetype has deeply sexist roots that deny women their agency and sexuality, and given how women have attempted to both destroy and reclaim this archetype, including Swift, on ‘Blank Space) and, in her myth, she chose to disobey a man and was faced with far harsher punishment for it than the man who did the same action as her (in the Christian interpretation, anyway, in the Islamic tradition, Adam and Eve were punished as equals. In the 2010s, mostly white) female rage became more acceptable in the mainstream; the release of Gillian Flynns ‘Gone Girl (as a novel in 2012, and as a David Fincher feature in 2014) was a cultural turning point for the successful depiction of evil women, and Flynn has constructed an empire on the sharpness of her writing and the inherent violence of her novels, writing with a brutality that both conforms to and rejects patriarchal models: in ‘Sharp Objects (a book and HBO show. trigger warning: self harm) the main character carves words, including gendered slurs, into her body, hurting herself with them before anyone else can. One of Taylors mentioned favourite TV shows, Killing Eve, is strong representation of this evil white woman on the outside of acceptability: one of the shows two main characters is Villanelle, a childish, ruthless killer for hire, who tangles an unwitting Eve in her web and is sexually fascinated by her, creating an erotic atmosphere that hovers just over all of Eve and Villanelles shared scenes. (This sinister sexual tension is not a stranger to Taylor, shes flirted with it for years, pre-dating her most explicit references to sex on reputation and then Lover. Lover is not an inherently angry album. Its actually the opposite, purposefully covering very real issues in a sheen of pop gloss (‘You Need To Calm Down is the most glaring example of this, a song that references the LGBT+ community, but trips by attempting to compare Taylors brushes with being hated by the public to homophobia. Her most pointed song, about sexism, and appropriately titled ‘The Man, is watered down to hooks and obvious insights, with twinkling digs at Leonardo DiCaprios refusal to date women (models) over the age of 25, and even throwing in a gendered slur (bitch) shes expressed discomfort with being called (and which made an appearance in her ‘Look What You Made Me Do music video with a volleyed, “Dont call me that! ” that is never responded to) in the past. Taylors anger is most palpable, and palatable, and righteous in her interviews about, and personal statements on, Big Machine Records (and her masters) sale to Scooter Braun. She openly expresses disgust with and hatred for Braun and Borchetta, after what she referred to as years of loathing Braun (particularly his participation in acts of misogyny and assorted pettiness against her) privately. For many (even, I think, most, if not all) women, privately hating a man for things they have done to you, but which you cant speak about if you want to keep your job, or your friends, or your family, is an achingly common feeling. The fear, and the sadness, and most of all, the rage, palpable in Taylors statements about her politics, both personal (the sale of her masters) and public (the general political landscape of the United States) are painfully familiar. Its difficult not to think about how the fate of her master recordings must have hung over her as she made Lover, and regardless of whether it is done for a self-serving purpose, Swifts push for reform of industry practice regarding masters ownership is important, bringing an occasionally-cared-about issue back into the mainstream. Next: having covered a great deal of Lovers context, we finally discuss the music itself. PART FOUR: EVE Lover is built on a foundation comprised of three themes: religion, marriage, and youth (or nostalgia, whichever you find more fitting a description of what Taylor is singing about. Every motif that crops up with regularity on the album (alcohol, sex and sexuality, her lover) can be categorised under one (or two, in the case of wine, which is both a religious symbol and a symbol of adulthood, and sexuality, which is related to adulthood and marriage) of these themes. I said in my initial thoughts on Lover that this is a redemption album. Ive figured out how to word it more concisely since then, so what I mean to say is that the most central theme of Lover is not, in actuality, love, it is redemption: as I said in August, and have not figured out how to say any differently in the time since) what is love (and a lover) if not the embodiment of redemption? To be loved despite what you have done — is that not the peak of redemption? Religion / Religious Dichotomies ‘Cruel Summer Cruel Summer has cemented itself as a sub (and fan) favourite, sparkling pop with an undercurrent of danger. Opening with the phrase “fever dream high”, its some of the sharpest writing on the album (invoking past Taylor Swift albums with imagery like Taylor in the glow of a vending machine, a spiritual successor to the fridge light she danced in on Red) and has moments of pure ear candy (the screamed “I love you, aint that the worst thing you ever heard? ”, for one. Thematically, its an extension of reputation single ‘Delicate, about a fragile, secret relationship, and Taylor makes extensive use of dichotomies in the songs lyrics, angels and devils in particular, that lend themselves to a feeling of sinfulness and create a vaguely sexual charge to the song. The title, too, showcases another dichotomy: summer is typically regarded, and portrayed, as something sweet. Taylor calls it cruel, and accuses it of being a knife (and not merely knife- like, it is a knife) that cuts her to the bone, singing about both her relationship and the season as violent. (“If I bleed youll be the last to know” is a damning line, regardless of how you interpret it, but paired with the first verses “Bleed slow”, the song has an unmistakably gory tinge to it. ‘The Man A meditation on the dichotomy of men and women, The Man is, in essence, a breakdown of the things Taylor has done during her career and in her personal life that would be regarded differently if she was a man. (The title is a double entendre, referring to both being ‘the man, as she sings about in the chorus, and to The Man, the patriarchal authority. Its an unsubtle, bouncing takedown, and Swift rightfully points out that shes been subjected to extensive criticism for things that famous men, Leonardo DiCaprio being named and shamed, get away with in the eyes of the general public. I think the most concise summary of The Man comes from Taylors testimony at her 2017 sexual assault trial, in response to having been called cold (a descriptive term usually reserved for women who arent as warm as theyre expected to be) “I have an uncanny ability to solicit all kinds of new criticism. ” ‘The Archer Lovers pre release promotional single was mostly lost in the discussion of the rest of the album, but its a stunning ballad with an unanswerable question at its heart: who could ever leave a woman like Taylor Swift? Who could stay? The song is deeply personal, quietly delving into her insecurity (shes had issues with disordered eating, and has spoken about her issues with her body image and weight in the Lover era) and being torn apart by the expectations (the repeated line about being ready for combat, but not wanting it, but maybe wanting it, that eventually just becomes “Im ready for combat”, is not an unfamiliar feeling to me and my Southern girlhood. The dichotomy in The Archer that made me categorise it here is mostly contained in its title and chorus (shes been both the archer and the prey, she sings in the chorus, over a sparse instrumental with a soft drum that acts like a heartbeat) but it also touches on the theme of youth (“I never grow up / Its getting so old”, and a reference to the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme that is somehow brutal) and has one of the albums references to ghosts. The Archer is agonising (the line, “All of my heroes die all alone”, while a Jack Antonoff sentiment hes vocalised before, is a gut punch when you listen to it at the wrong moment in your life) and agonised, and it is absolutely crucial to Lovers narrative. ‘Cornelia Street Cornelia Street is easily one of Lovers best songs, with its echoing keys and backseat drinking. Referencing the house in New York Taylor lived in when she met Joe Alwyn, the sentiment of the song is one so strong it should be added to the pantheon of horrible, dangerous feelings Taylor managed to put into words: if her relationship with (presumably) Alwyn were to end, she sings, shell “never walk Cornelia Street again”, unable to go down it without thinking about him or their relationship. The beauty of Cornelia Street is in its lack of subtlety; the chorus takes place almost entirely in Taylors higher register, and while not screaming, like ‘Cruel Summer, it paints her love as something terrifying, something mystifiying. The song aches so much that the hypothetical (“if I ever lose you”) doesnt make sense until the “again” is added, an intriguing hint that, at one point, their relationship nearly broke down. ‘Soon Youll Get Better (featuring the Dixie Chicks) Soon Youll Get Better hurts. It hurts, and it hurts, and it hurts, and its brought me to tears and onto my knees. A ballad in honour of Taylors mother, Andrea, who loves the Dixie Chicks (it should be noted that the Dixie Chicks rise and fall in country music, due to speaking out against George W Bush in 2003, was tinged with the sexism Taylor contends with on Lover, and was an act of political activism in a hostile word) and has breast cancer, the sentiments in Soon Youll Get Better are deeply personal, and their expression is painful: Taylor explicitly makes reference to Jesus for the first time in years (shes had a relatively a-religious career, considering her country roots) saying she prays to him because of desperation. She canonises her mothers “holy orange bottles” (for those of you not from the US, here, most of our prescription drugs come in plastic orange bottles) and “paints the kitchen neon”, because Andrea has to get better. Theres a danger in talking about the illness of someone you are close to, because you dont want to make things about you. (I am often the sick person, having discovered that I have a life-threatening illness that attempts to kill me every so often when I was a pre teen, and I have experienced people talking about my illness in a way that makes me feel as though it, and I, am a burden to them. But Taylors adoration of her mother is plain, and she explicitly says, “I hate to make this all about me”, managing to walk the narrow line between expressing her feelings about her mothers cancer and harming her mother by expressing them. Its difficult to imagine Andrea would be angry with such a tender song, especially because Taylor admits the impossibility of her understanding what her mother is going through — but, she sings, shell never stop trying to. ‘False God Immediately following the agony of ‘Soon Youll Get Better is the ecstasy of False God, a song that can only be described as ‘sonically chill with a George Michael-invoking saxophone in its veins and an extended religious metaphor for oral sex. (The altar is Taylor Swifts hips, and an altar is where kneeling takes place. False God is patently hedonistic and even more patently sacrilegious, with Taylor admitting that, regardless of whether or not her and her lovers relationship is a false god (that new religion she mentions in ‘Cornelia Street) theyll still worship. It comes in sharp contrast to Soon Youll Get Better not only sonically, but in sentiment, but their pairing makes a certain kind of sense: Swift quietly shows the spectrum of human interaction with religion, from desperate prayers for healing to ‘oh my god! s when their religion meets her altar. Marriage ‘Lover Lover being about marriage is obvious, Taylor creates a set of vows in the middle of the song, and sings about a beautiful domesticity, referring to her boyfriend (or fiancé, or husband) with pet names (including the titular ‘lover. Its a sweet little song, and its obvious why Taylor loves it so, joy plain on her face during every performance of it to date. Its a purpose-built wedding song, too, and itll be unsurprising if we learn her relationship with Alwyn has progressed. ‘Paper Rings Paper Rings is earnest and honest, its chorus stating explicitly that shed marry Alwyn. (With paper rings, despite her noted love of sparkle and shine. Its a bouncy, fun little song, perfect for singing along to, and touches on more of the domesticity in ‘Lover with a wink, referencing dirty dreams to match the dirty jokes of her lover. Youth / Nostalgia ‘I Forgot That You Existed I Forgot That You Existed is a paradox, because by virtue of its existence, Taylor hasnt exactly forgotten their existence (‘they being speculated to be anyone from Kanye West to Calvin Harris to Karlie Kloss. Its the opener of Lover, and in the second verse, she makes explicit reference to her previous album: “Got out some popcorn / As soon as my rep started going down, down, down”. She says that the person at the centre of the song taught her some lessons, but shes since forgotten them, and the track is ultimately a misstep, with her cackling and spoken “So. yeah” taking on a forced tone given the songs paradoxical nature. But, in Taylor Swift fashion, it is catchy. ‘I Think He Knows A song that, like much of Taylors pre- reputation discography, hints at the act of sex rather than couching it in obvious metaphors, has a moment of self awareness that is stunning, previously referenced in this write up: “Its like Im 17 / Nobody understands”. The year she turned seventeen, Swift released her debut, self-titled album: she was still a teenager, and the nature of a teenager is to be misunderstood, but its difficult to imagine that no one would understand her, especially since she has, from the beginning, laid herself, and her emotions, bare in her music. ‘Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince Miss Americana is, at points, an allegory, comparing American politics (and possibly a dash of British politics too) to a high school movie set, with more explicit references to Taylors teenage years. Its a pretty song, one of the albums highlights, and there are moments of it that are sonically beautiful, like her “darling Im scared” and “voted most likely to run away with you”. Its not her best metaphor, but it is easy to understand how Taylor Swift would see America in 2019 as a high school that alienated her (and millions of others. ‘ME! featuring Brandon Urie) Me! has been discussed at length as a misstep, and it really, really is, the worst of Taylors terrible lead single choices, but what is striking about Me! is how blatant it is: when she wanted to shed her snakeskin, left over from reputation, she really shed that skin. Me! is aimed at another demographic entirely (“Hey kids! Spelling is fun! ”, which was removed from the album, but we all know is there) and sounds like it should be in a Disney movie. Its a strong departure from reputation, but, like that album, gives the impression that it was something Taylor had to get out of her system, for better or worse. ‘Its Nice To Have A Friend Its Nice To Have A Friend is my song of the year, and it is here because it is the most important song on Lover, at the centre of all three themes. The writer Donna Tartt said, in ‘The Secret History, that “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it”, and Its Nice To Have A Friend is, somehow, with the plucked notes and the childrens choir at the backbone of it, terrifying. I said, when I first wrote about its importance, that it feels as devastating as one of my favourite Taylor songs of all time, ‘Treacherous, if in a very different way, and I think the ability to make such a sweet sentiment (a love that extends from childhood into infinity) feel terrifying and ominous is rare and precious. I also said that I believe it ties the album together: there's the idea of redemption (being with her lover from the beginning, so she never had to suffer anything else) of youth/childhood/nostalgia (the first two verses) a wedding, the minutiae of love (details like a shared glove and rice that looks like snow, tying back to the first verse) and religious imagery (the church wedding, the concept of fate. Its been months, and I still dont know how to talk about this track as anything but a masterpiece that I do not know how to describe except as the embodiment of beauty and, to a degree, terror. Which is interesting, because I know many people hate it (sometimes with a passion) and its in the bottom half of the subs ranking of Lover. This post will be continued in the comments, as it is past the character limit. And: please enjoy this meme I made when I saw Raykel also quoted the Bible in her write up.

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[Aftermath] Vark glanced at the human standing beside him, handing out drinks with that polite little smile of his. Today they were crowded. Humans and nonhumans alike mingled in the barely-gravity, drifting between tables and leaning over the side of the bar, chattering. Constant babble hung in the background, a white noise of content conversation that was the mark of any reputable establishment. Pinkwood tables and chairs (each of which had cost a small fortune. hung from the ceiling and had been attached to the walls. The ones still on the ground were tied there. This prevented the denser patrons from bumping into them and sending them flying, a catastrophe that would doubtless have injured the lighter customers. “Can you hand me that? ” Marshal nodded at the bottle of cleaning fluid behind Vark, who handed it to him. The assortment of creatures on the bar stools watched with interest as Marshal poured the contents into the glass attached to where his hand should have been. Marshal was not the same. When Vigilant showed up to the station they had annihilated all nine of the brood ships in a shower of missiles and explosions. The crew of Never Gonna had never cheered louder than Vark had ever seen them cheer before, and he remembered watching Marshal race away to thank them, Syegone trailing behind him on all fours. Vigilants sensors had picked up the last of the hunters still on the station, destroying them in the ruthless bombardment that followed… …or at least most of them. But the hunters had seen the gravity sword. Had seen the human with eyes like fire wielding it, killing scores of their fellow monsters, even the betas. Had determined that this was the one among them they must not fail to kill. An ambush of their best brood fighters equipped with knives and flamethrowers and cloaking devices had lain in wait by the cutting humans ship. Had waited until he and the fur-face had entered it… Marshal was not the same. He was by all appearances dead and by large devoured by the time the rest of the deathworlders arrived, killing the hunters who had stalked him in a blind rage that still gave Vark nightmares. But even that was a pleasant memory compared to the sight that greeted them. His friend was not dead…but doubtless hed wished he had been. His sword hand, the whole arm in fact had been ripped form the socket, presumably to be eaten as it was nowhere to be found. Both his legs had met a similar fate; gashes and hideous burns covered the rest of him though his face remained oddly intact. A blessing: if theyd needed to identify him it would have been impossible. Syegone had fared little better. The gaoin had obviously taken the brute of the damage done by the flamethrowers; the entire right side of his body was scorched, furless and bloody. His ear had been torn to shreds, the foot on that side ending at the ankle in obvious teeth marks. The pair of them were a terrible sight indeed and had been rushed to Vigilants medical wing the second they were stable enough to be moved there. Theirs became one of the few civilian cases okayed for emergency Crude-D treatment; Emily had confronted the general on it herself. And miraculously…both had survived. But Marshal was different. “Here. ” The humans voice jerked Vark out of the memory. He was staring at him, a knowing look in eyes that should never have been so serious. He held out the now emptied bottle. Marshal was still friendly. He still joked and smiled and was happy to participate in a friendly game of truth or dare whenever his friends came to the station to visit him. But the puns were less frequent, the smiles less lasting. Every now and then Vark caught him staring off at nothing, quiet and intent as though expecting an ambush to materialize in front of him…again. Sometimes the laughter seemed forced. Whether it was caused by the loss of his brother or the physical trauma hed suffered, the change was obvious. Marshal was quieter. He was calmer. Marshal was serious. Vark did not like it. None of the others did either; it was a long time before they got that first laugh out of him. It was a day after the ‘grand opening of the Trudar-Bar, the sole reward any of them claimed for their efforts in saving the station. Grateful creatures swarmed them moments after the battle, intent on repaying the impossible debt they owed. Dominion news crews and scores of human journalists and had been surprisingly swift to pick up the story. “Im here because I wanted to be. Because I wanted to help. ” Ariel told the cameras. Shelby voiced her agreement. “I did what what was necessary. ” Marcus told them. The big deathworlders team had scored the most hits on the hunter boarding craft, and not a single injury between them. Jones stood behind him, smiling with those crooked teeth of his. The blond hair that hadnt been singed in the explosion on Precision and Skill had been scorched in fiasco with the flamethrower. A movie-perfect scar dragged in a straight line over his left eye and he flexed for the cameras, grinning and showing off the burns and scratches along his muscled arms for them. An image that graced many a magazine cover for weeks to come. “Mate, this is a fight that affects all of us, human and nonhuman alike. Evil is real and alive and its our job, all of us, to fight it wherever it strikes. The bastards had it coming to ‘em. ” The cameras ate it up. Moses opened his mouth to make a joke but halted at a pointed look from Syegone. He sighed. “…and I am a callous fool with no regard for oth-” “No. ” Syegone interrupted him, the cameras swiveling to catch what he said. “…You are one of the bravest humans…one of the bravest people I have ever had the pleasure to know. ” The gaoins ears did not move; he meant what he said. His injuries were less mutilating than Marshals had been, but far less flattering than Jones. Interestingly, hed refused the offer to have a corti surgeon reverse the disfiguration. Syegone wore his scars with pride. He would have fought to keep them, especially after the Great Father himself had recognized him for their cause. “and it was an honor to fight alongside you. ” He finished, chittering. Moses opened his mouth and closed it, stunned, the whole thing caught on video. At last he settled for “You know, youre not so bad yourself fuzzy. ” Before shaking his head and directing the army of microphones to Marshal. “Im here because a friend needed me. ” Marshal told them, his eyes resting on Vark. Hed still been bandaged and sore for that initial interview, temporary prosthetics attached to his side and his hips. Yet hed insisted on being there. He paused, grimacing. The image of it circulated news networks everywhere, the embodiment of sacrifice and determination. “Thats what do you when people need you. You go. You fight even when youre afraid, because if you wont fight for them they sure as hell wont be there for you when you need it. Friends help each other, even if…” another grimace. His arm (or lack thereof) was obviously bothering him. “…even if they dont ask for it. And you sure as hell go when they do. ” Another one of his lessons Vark took to heart. Marshal elected to stay on the station despite the groups protests. Marshal was not persuaded. He asked for and was immediately given a space to set up the business idea hed come up with in the medical wing of Vigilant, while hed lain awake, his body unable to sleep after the astonishing amount of trauma it had endured. The laughter was gone, but a spark of the original shenanigans that bounced around in that curly haired head of his remained. Hed called his creation the Trudar-Bar (and yes, the gaoin captain eventually found out about it. The day after it opened the eight of them gathered inside, joking and nudging each other while all but Vark and Syegone downed generous amounts of svar. Marshals prosthetics had been upgraded. More than upgraded. Hed used the rest of the viribus and a team of the Gaps lab technicians to craft more… sturdy, and quite customizable prosthetics. Gravity suspenders were installed in them. Hed left them a polished silver (because reasons, all of which were articulated as “Dude! This is sick! ”) and had purposely drawn lines on them in the appearance of a generous amount of muscles. The hand prosthetic could be replaced by any number of items Marshall had spent hours creating and assembling. Among these included drinking containers, an ‘all-purpose” knife, a hook (another human reference Marshal had to explain) a cardholder, a ping pong paddle and of course a fully functioning, mechanical hand made with the viribus metal. At that moment the bottle had been equipped, and Marshal was downing svar from it. “Luke Skywalker eat your heart out! ” Hed exclaimed, holding out his hand-bottle. A phrase that alarmed Vark as much as it confused him. “Shame we couldnt do anything about your face. ” Moses had snickered, the face in question frozen in shock. And the laughter returned. Vark made it his mission to extract as much of that laughter as he could, even though Marshal had never asked it of him. He really had taken the humans words to heart. His friend needed him. Trudar-Bar became wildly popular. Humans and nonhumans alike flocked to visit the hero of station 774-3. Word spread of a rrrrtktktkp'ch who made puns of all things, and humans crowded the bar as much to get a taste of the increasingly popular svar as they did to hear the disastrous jokes. Then they had the genius idea of mucking with the gravity. People loved it. Even the nonhumans enjoyed drifting up to their tables and bouncing about the room as they ordered their drinks. Strict warnings and rules were implemented to keep the human customers from getting too carried away with it. And as it turned out, Varkss tripled number of limbs made him an excellent bartender… …and specific kinds of cleaning fluid became very expensive. The rest of the group did not stick around. Though they kept in touch and planned the occasional rendezvous at Marshals bar, the five of them disbanded shortly after the battle. Marshal was not the only human it had changed. The Never Gonna Let You Down was not retired. That would have ruined the joke. Instead the other ships each spared a member to man it, who aside from a crew formed an immediate friendship. Among them were Niviri and her friend, the pilot of I Saw That. Shelby eventually joined the crew of Vigilant as a weapons deployer, after working her way through a ridiculously challenging officers program. The battle had unearthed a side to her she had never known existed. Her and Emily became instant friends, the latter going on to become the maid of honor at Moses wedding. Syegone did not enjoy the suit they more or less forced on him. In addition to the scarring, the gaoin had become rather distinguished by the sleeved outfits he wore, forsaking the overalls most gaoins preferred. Hed been wearing sleeves ever since Moses called him a hillbilly, ditching the overalls the second hed seen the resemblance. Ariel abandoned the shenanigans altogether and immigrated to Cimbrean. The growing community there was desperate for anyone with a bachelors in a STEM field, and Ariel had obtained her masters in chemistry on the first go around, a bachelors in general sciences on the second. She was welcomed as the overhead sciences professor at the budding college in Folctha, and settled down with a family of her own, all of whom loved visiting Vark and Marshal and the rest at the bar. Marcus and Marshals remaining brother returned to the Gap, experimenting with the arenacraft and working together to perfect the shielding technology that might have saved their friends lives. Moses went in a different direction entirely. Nirvaq was missing. Quite a few people turned up missing once the dust from the battle had settled, and it seemed likely she had been eaten before the humans arrived to rescue the station. Marshal blamed himself, just as he did with his brother though Vark argued and assured him there was nothing he could have done to prevent it. The construction of The Reparation was already underway before the cortis disappearance was discovered. In what came as a surprise to everyone, it was Moses who took over its ownership. Hed had enough of “this damn station to last me a lifetime. ” Moses was leaving, off to explore the galaxy. Hed been bankrolled by the Gap to bring back anything even remotely marketable. …and Syegone had gone with him. Another surprise. The gaoin did not fancy returning to the mining vessel Digging Claws. The humans had corrupted him; now he longed for more, though he could not yet articulate it. Moses had grinned when hed asked him and ruffled him between the ears… …and somehow had lived to tell the tale. Finally, Marshal stayed right where he was, serving the steady stream of visitors to the station alongside his six-armed friend. They were always busy, especially during the days the humans referred to as ‘the weekend. They both spent so much time there that eventually they had to close early on Tuesdays and Thursdays (more human arbitrations) just so they could go and work out the muscles that never saw much strain in the lowered gravity of the bar. They did this every time in the strange patterns Vark finally learned were called ‘Hawaiian. The bar was far larger than any of the customers could see; Marshal had bought the four spaces behind it as well. He turned them into what he dubbed “a big ass bomb shelter”, a massive area the stations occupants could retreat to if they were ever attacked again. The generous gesture laid to rest any complaints the stations officers or the civilians had about the humans presence there. They had banned human parties similar to the one that caused the explosion on Precision And Skill from taking place on the station, siting them as a safety concern. The humans responded by permanently docking a ship they named Stupid Laws Have Stupid Loopholes at the station, hovering it an inch away from the stations docking port whenever they felt like resuming their usual shenanigans. Filling four cups at a time and cleaning an empty container with the other two arms, Vark turned to Marshal, who was busy with his own customers. “What do you call a star thats gone supernova? ” He asked. His friend bared his teeth and glanced over at him “s a tough one. What? ” Vark looked around at his surroundings, the humans at the counter listening in over their own conversations, the swell of music and the happy sound of alien chatter depositing a warm, happy feeling deep within him. Marshal grinned. “Super no-thanks! ” The humans who had heard groaned good-naturedly and bared their teeth at him, a gesture hed long grown used to by now. A few of them clapped and rolled their eyes. Marshal held up a hand to them and turned to Vark. “What do you call this? ” He asked, spreading his hands to gesture to the scene around them. Vark didnt understand and so answered with a question of his own. “What? ” “The end. ” CLICK THIS Previous All Shenanigans {Note: I had SO much fun writing this. As always leave a comment it you liked the story. Also check this out, you don't even have to donate anything just enjoy the lols. Catch you next time!.

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Blind eyes opened review. He had cut himself that morning when shaving. As he was sitting across from me at the restaurant, I noticed the tiny cut on his jaw and my heart swelled up with love. It was these little things I noticed about him - a little cut, a mole even he may have never seen, a freckle on his nose so small you could only see it if you were very close to him, the way some of his eyebrow hairs looked golden blonde in the sunlight - that made the love I felt for him feel the strongest, because they made me feel like I knew him better than anyone else. "I love you, James" I told him softly and his eyes darted up from the menu he had open in front of him and lit up with joy. "What a kinky thing to say to your husband" he laughed, squeezing my heart over the table. It's true that I hadn't been my most affectionate self lately. With the baby coming, it seemed like almost anything could trigger my anger, an anger that I never even knew existed inside me before. I didn't like myself when I snapped at him. But I always apologized right after and he always forgave me. And he knew I loved him, as sure as I knew that he loved me. There were no doubts between us. We left the restaurant giddy and giggling like two teenagers. We had definitely needed that date, probably our last one until the baby came. It brought us closer again. It reminded us of our first nights out together. We stopped in the middle of the alley leading into the larger street we had parked our car on, so that he could zip up my jacket over my pregnant belly. As I was looking down to his hands fiddling with my uncooperative zipper - his beautiful, strong hands, that felt as familiar as my own after all the years I had held them - I heard a cold, raspy voice coming from behind him. "Turn around, asshole. It took my brain a few seconds to process what was happening. The voice came from a man wearing a black ski mask over his face. By the way he was standing close to my husband's back, I could only assume that he must have been holding some kind of weapon. My hands instinctively went to the belly, my brain screaming that I had to protect the baby. James' baby, who would undoubtedly have his ocean blue eyes. Our baby. James turned around slowly. As he did, I could see the glistening blade of a serrated knife pointed towards him. A scream stopped in my throat. My legs started shaking, my knees feeling like jello. I tried to analyze our attacker, memorize any details that would help the police identify him later. Average height, average weight. All black clothes. No visible tattoos. I couldn't distinguish the colour of his eyes. He could've been anyone. I could barely hear James telling the man that we didn't want any trouble, that we had money, that nobody had to get hurt. It all sounded like lines from a movie. This couldn't be really happening. We were happy. My due date was in almost two weeks. It wasn't possible. My ears were ringing. I felt dizzy, nauseous. James reached to his back pocket, grabbed his wallet and handed it to the man. He had a little picture of us in there - us on the beach one of our vacations, our faces beaming with big smiles. We were flushed from the cocktails we had been sipping all day. It was one of the last times I would have alcohol - a week later we found out that I was pregnant. Our lives were only just starting. Next to that picture, he had folded the baby's first ultrasound. I felt even sicker remembering these details. Next, James took off his wedding ring and his watch. The watch had been a present from me for his thirty-second birthday. It had the message "I love you forever" engraved on the back. I had obsessed over which watch model to get, what message would perfectly express everything I felt for him. I slowly pulled my wallet out of my purse and, with trembling hands, handed it to James to give to our robber. Then, I took out our phones. The fact that I had his phone in my purse, because he kept putting it in his back pocket along with his wallet and inevitably cracking the screen sitting down on it, felt like such an absurd detail in that context - the subject of so many of the jokes between us contrasted with the blade of the knife held against my husband. The man took both phones with a swift movement. With them, so many of our pictures were gone. My growing belly throughout the months of the pregnancy. Several years' worth of travel pictures - cities we explored hand in hand, foods we tried for the first time together. Hundreds of pictures of our old, spoiled dog. "Rings" the man said flatly. I took off my engagement and wedding rings with mechanical movements, not fully feeling myself move. Nothing felt real. I remembered James kneeling in front of me and opening the little box in which the engagement ring was nestled, his gorgeous eyes fixing mine hopeful and full of love. I didn't even let him finish the question before saying "yes" and jumping into his arms. Remembering this, my eyes filled with tears and I started crying silently. "That's everything" said my James. He reached back and grabbed my hand, holding it softly, drawing tiny circles with his thumb on mine in an effort to calm me down, while he still had his back turned to me. Always taking care of me. Always protecting me. The robber didn't leave. For several seconds, he didn't even say anything. He lingered, seemingly debating what to do. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples. Suddenly, the man seemed to have decided. Faster than my brain could process, he punched James straight in the face. I can still perfectly recall the sound my husband's nose made when breaking. A second punch followed almost immediately - in his stomach. He stumbled back and collided into me, my back hitting the wall hard. A sharp pain burned in my belly. James was wheezing and gasping for air, bent at the waist. The man prepared for another hit, his fist tight. I started saying something, screaming something. My voice felt alien to my ears. He stopped, relaxed his hand. He was looking at me, not at James. Was that pity in his eyes? That's when my brain registered the blood running down my legs. The pain in my belly was hot and strong. I could feel myself getting way to dizzy. I forced my body not to slip into unconsciousness. I had to be there for my husband, for the baby. James straightened himself up and looked at me, noticing the blood too. He had tears in his eyes as he started whispering my name with worry. Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the attacker. "I hope you rot in hell, James, you fucking monster. His voice was guttural, pained. He was shaking with anger as he plunged the knife into James' stomach. Once, twice. Again and again. Angry and quick, thirsty. I must have put my hand in front of the knife at some point, because he cut me too, although I don't remember doing it. I remember the blood. So much blood, everywhere. I remember the sound of the man's steps as he ran away, leaving me crying and howling, screaming for help, holding James' body as he started to shake. I remember trying to put pressure on the wounds, but not being able to cover all the sources of blood. I remember being frustrated with my small, useless hands. And I remember his voice right at the end, as we were waiting for help to arrive, as people started gathering around us. He was saying he loved me, repeating it over and over again, stuttering over the words, as I felt his body grow colder with every second. The baby was fine - a healthy, beautiful little girl, with my dead husband's eyes. I can't say I really remember the birth, just like I don't remember the funeral. Everything was a haze, a blur. I wasn't numb, not exactly. I was blind with pain, more pain than I could process. Everything hurt me. Holding the baby girl, the slight resemblance to my husband gutting me. Walking into our home, where we spent countless days together, where I slept in his arms every night, where we shared meals and made love, where we fought and made up. Seeing our dog curled up at the end of James' part of the bed as usual, where his feet would've been, the poor animal grieving too. Having to go through our usual routine alone, to sleep in our bed alone. That fraction of a second when I woke up and instinctively searched for his warm body, before reality hit me. But, as the days passed, one by one, the pain started becoming more bearable. I started living with it, as a part of me. I stopped crying every morning. I started being more aware, more myself again. I had to keep going. My baby girl was growing every day. And I finally had a purpose again. After some time, I was even able to bring myself to put some of his things in storage. His clothes, which still smelled so strongly of him that I felt like I could turn around and he'd be there behind me, with his usual little half-smile, ready to pull me into a hug. His toiletries. His collection of books. His old college textbooks. That's when I found, under what turned out to be a fake bottom of a wooden box inside which he kept all of his old high school yearbooks, a little silver-coloured thumb drive. Tiny. Cold on my palm. Inconspicuous. Plugging it in my computer, I discovered it contained five videos. In each video, there was a new little girl. Two redheads, three blondes. Fair-skinned. All but one curly-haired. Tiny and adorable. All of the videos followed pretty much the same scenario. The girls, usually already crying, their innocent eyes filled with pure fear, would receive several hits with a black paddle. Their desperate cries would be deafening in the silence of the dark room it was all filmed in. Then, they'd be hit with bare fists, angrily and mercilessly, focusing on their eyes and their teeth. The fists - obviously my husband's. Maybe not obvious to someone else. But I knew him. I knew his hands better than I knew my own. I noticed the little details, like the pale freckle at the base of his left thumb, getting covered in the children's blood. My husband's hands, that had held mine everywhere we went, that checked my forehead for fever, wiped my tears and gave me back rubs at the end of the day, colliding repeatedly into their small, fragile bones until they'd break. The abuse would keep going and going, each video hours long. After their pretty faces would be disfigured and unrecognizable, swollen, bruised and bleeding, he'd use various tools to lacerate their bodies. Sometimes he'd burn their skin with a lit cigarette. Again and again, until their bodies would be covered in burn marks, seemingly enjoying the repetition of the action. He'd whip, kick, cut, choke, but nothing sexual ever happened. His thirst seemed to be for violence, for the brutality of everything. At some point, their eyes would become glassy and unmoving. By that point, the crying and screaming would have stopped for a while, their spirits broken long before they died. He'd stop. The video would end suddenly, the last image a mostly indistinguishable mess of blood and bruised skin. From there, it wasn't hard to figure out who would have hoped that my husband would rot in hell, who'd consider him a monster. I found the girls in local missing children reports. There was no doubt that it was them, their little faced had been burnt into my brain. Their parents came on the news, crying and begging for their return. They'd look into the camera with a kind of exhaustion only the eyes of a desperate parent can have and plead for whoever had any information to come forward. They'd address the girls directly and tell them that their favourite plush toy was waiting for them at home, that their beloved pet was missing them, that they'd cook their favourite meal as soon as they'd come home. Only two of the bodies had been found. One of the girls, Abby, had a father that seemed beyond devastated. But he was undoubtedly considerably more overweight than our attacker. Not him. The other girl, Beatrice - Bea for her family - was an orphan, but she was in the care of her uncle and aunt. The uncle, David, fit the height and weight. But most importantly, I recognized his voice. I had been replaying "I hope you rot in hell, James, you fucking monster. over and over in mind every day, hoping that I'd just recognize the voice one day. In a supermarket. At a gas station. I had heard that voice in my nightmares every night. And there it was now. There was no doubt for me. It was him. David raised little Bea as his own child after his older brother died in a car crash along with his wife. Bea had saved his life. She was his purpose. She gave him the motivation to recover from his lifelong battle with addiction. He built his life back up in order to give his niece the future she deserved. He said all of this through tears in interviews, begging for her to be brought back. She was brought back, but only so she could be buried. She was found in a river, her small body bloated from the water, one foot missing, seemingly chewed off by some animal. But the effects nature had had on her were nothing in comparison to the abuse she had suffered before she died. She had been bludgeoned to death. She had tens of cigarette burns on her body. Her fingertips had been burnt off too. Some parts of her skin seemed to have been poured scalding water on. Several of her teeth were missing, having fallen out as a result of the force she had been punched with. Knowing the torture she had been subjected to must have broken David. He hunted Bea's murderer and somehow found him, which even the police hadn't managed to do. He took justice into his own hands. He must have considered that even being put in prison for life would've been a mercy for my husband after what he had done. He deserved death. And most importantly, he had to be stopped. What had been done to Bea couldn't happen to another little girl. Finding James, he must have found out about my pregnancy too. He might have even found out we were expecting a girl. I was going to be bringing an innocent baby girl in the same house as a monster. James had to be stopped forever before I gave birth, for the sake of the baby. And then he never came forward about who James had been. He mercied me, allowed James to remain the wonderful person I knew him as in my mind, the love of my life. He mercied my little Jamie, allowing her father to keep being known as the strong, smart, loving man he had always been known as, instead of a heartless monster. I had thought that the attacker had stolen the most important part of my life. But really David was trying to protect both me and my baby. I killed David, of course. He was an intelligent man, clearly more capable than the police. But he had become careless. He wasn't cautious. He thought he had defeated the monster on that alleyway. He thought he was safe. Breaking into his home in the middle of the night was ridiculously easy. Just as easy as it had been when abducting Bea. He hadn't even installed a security system. Stupid David. When the effect of the sedative wore off, he woke up tied up. Defenceless. I had his girlfriend tied up too, in between us. Anger was radiating off me. I was impatient to make him suffer like my husband had suffered. But I kept myself in check. Control, patience, covering your tracks - I had learned it all from James. Shock washed over David's face as he recognized me. Enough patience. I grabbed the girlfriend by the hair. One hard punch in the face. Nose crunching as it broke, a spray of blood rushing from her nose. Another punch in the stomach. Then exactly seventeen stabs with a knife - one of David's kitchen knives, funnily enough - just like the ones in James' body. Now we were as close to even as we could be. This chick was nowhere as important to David as James had been to me. They couldn't have had the kind of connection we had shared. But she was everything David had left and I had to take everything away from him, just like he stole my everything, so that he'd experience the same pain as I had, before I murdered him. David's eyes are wide with shock, panic, fear, pain. He's crying, moaning uselessly against his gag, as life runs out of his girlfriend's body. Snot is running down his chin. Pathetic. "Did you think I didn't know, you moron. I growl at him, careful to keep the volume of my voice in check, so that the neighbours won't hear. "Did you think he hid something from me? We loved each other. I knew him better than anyone else. If this need was part of him, him, of course I'd accept it. Of course I'd help him. We were partners - in life and in everything else - do you understand. His eyes grew wider with realization. "Yeah, you underestimated me. I'm not some clueless, helpless wife. Did you think you were protecting me? Did you think you were protecting our baby? Did you think James would have hurt our baby? He would've killed a million others like your precious Bea before he hurt something that was part of me. And I would've been right by his side as he did it...

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Blind eyes opened full movie. When he opened his eyes I got the chills. Idk why. She is an amazing actress, singer, and amazing at drawing who else thinks so. What was I doing 3 years ago? Daydreaming What was Sabrina doing 3 years ago? This! 😍😍. Blind eyes opened imdb. (2019) Midsommar 9. 5/10 This movie isnt for everyone and I dont mean that in a pretentious way. I do think almost anyone can understand the plot, the subtext and motifs strewn throughout. However, the way its presented, isnt always traditionally palatable. Astor is just such a student and fan of film that you can see this kaleidoscope of homages and influences throughout this movie, all while making it feel like his own project. Florence Pugh really surprised me. She had huge shoes to fill and my favorite aspects of the film were brought to light through her performance. Her character arc is the entire movie and I really felt like I related to her character, while being terrified by how much I also didnt relate to her, if that makes any sense. This is just a movie you need to see for yourself. (2019) Us 9/10 Im thankful that I can say, put simply, this film lived up to the hype. I was slightly concerned that it was going to be Peeles attempt at a home invasion horror movie but the script is spectacularly original and I can say with all honesty, its very unpredictable. I love how its once again, like his previous film, set in an idyllic location. It opens with tons of effective humor, coupled with the cheery atmosphere; its inviting nature just makes the tonal switch hit that much harder. (2019) Little Monsters 8/10 Lupita is absolutely exceptional. She blew me away in Us and she blew me away here. Her performance, character and delivery are so exceptionally genuine here. Really everyone is fantastic. Josh Gad and Alexander England are hilarious and deliver some really witty dialogue. It's just a surprisingly sweet and funny zombie movie. I loved it. (2019) Furie 7/10 (2019) Godzilla: King of the Monsters 7/10 (2019) Glass 8. 5/10 M. Nights superhero universe is so special to me simply because its different. He took the task of creating and growing these characters in a realistic space, which wasnt guaranteed to work. Its pretty much universally agreed that Unbreakable is a fantastic film and Split while respected, was divisive. Now with Glass, everything has only become even more divisive as this universe is fully established. I respected this film so much for not hiding behind itself, the entire plot puts all three characters in the forefront and shines light on all their strengths and weaknesses. Its clear James McAvoy is the star though. His performance is absolutely incredible. (2019) Ma 7/10 (2019) Crawl 7. 5/10 (2019) I Am Mother 8/10 I Am Mother is an incredible sci-fi horror film that while borrowing from previous successes, manages to add a whole new human element that makes it unique. I thought Clara Rugaard did a great job. My initial thoughts were that the role didnt require much but the subtleness of her role arguably required a greater effort than a traditional dramatic role. (2018) Dragged Across Concrete 8/10 S. Craig Zahler is unlike any other filmmaker out there. His style is akin to an NFL ref who really doesnt care to step-in too much to call penalties. His films are lengthy because he really just likes, natural, raw, uncut scenes and that aspect is pleasantly subversive to traditional filmmaking. It comes with some potential pitfalls like actual missed editing (more so complete omission) opportunities of certain scenes and overall this project can seem too long. Despite the length though, it kept me engaged the entire time and has such a unique, albeit potentially racist perspective. (2018) Lords of Chaos 8. 5/10 I've been a black metal fan forever and this is a biography-ish (who knows what actually went down exactly) film about the band Mayhem. Man, some scenes are so brutal and dark bur most importantly, I loved how it portrayed most of these dudes as neo-nazi incels. I still fucking love Burzum and Mayhem but I'm glad they got this one right. Rory Culkin is pretty fantastic in his role and I feel like the horror community should be interested in this. (2018) Incident in a Ghostland 9/10 Im so grateful for a psychological horror film of this magnitude and frankly, the best twist since the M. Night-era. Im filled with questions but ultimately I thought it was one of the smartest films of the year. I found the sound design to really play into the gut-wrenching meat of this project and its something I could discuss for days. The cinematography is also fantastic, violence is fast and impactful. (2018) Climax 8/10 The dancing in this film almost feels like its intertwined with every aspect of both the story and the production. Its almost hypnotizing at times and evolves eventually into a brutally intense sequence of dizzying follow-cam style shots as you watch these incredible performers contorting their bodies. It all eventually sort of decays as characters separate and reality from the drugged-up trip seems to blur. Actual horrible things are happening in real life but because these characters are consumed by delusion. I think people need to watch this and just sit with it for a bit before forming an opinion; I definitely needed to. (2018) The House That Jack Built 9. 5/10 In my mind, this is Lars Von Triers masterpiece and Matt Dillons best performance to date. Its hands down the most fun, engaging, darkly humorous, disturbing, bleak and creative film Ive seen in a long time. (2018) Braid 8/10 Braid is a fantastic film and one that I cant jump to compare to anything else. Its such a fresh new take on the psychological horror genre. I loved how I actually didnt understand what was going on in the beginning but was so enamored with the visuals that my attention didnt waver. The film really excels in storytelling and all three actresses did a great job at selling their roles. Its one of those great mystery projects thats hard to talk about because you so badly need to go in blind. (2018) Venom 7/10 (2018) Head Count 7. 5/10 (2018) The Witch in the Window 8. 5/10 First off, this film has the funniest fucking spotlight negative review on iMDB about a festering rotten cup of piss and I love that. Unfortunately, or fortunately rather, I wholeheartedly disagree. It was one the most emotionally impactful movies Ive seen in months. The cinematography is so clean and correlates with the tight knit story itself. Nothing is hidden; the dialogue and visuals are very much the focus. It blends scary with intriguing in a way thats truly unpredictable. (2018) The Strangers: Prey at Night 7/10 (2018) Suspiria 9/10 Its definitely a lengthy film but the narrative is fantastic. The visuals are muted in stark juxtaposition to the original but theyre so fucking raw and twisted that it works. Theres also several performances to note, Tilda Swinton, Mia Goth and our lead of course, Dakota Johnson. I dont think theres any competing with Goblins original soundtrack for Argentos film but Thom Yorke did a good job. It took a re-watch to fully appreciate his work but I like that its different and very melancholy. (2018) The Man Who Killed Hitler and Then The Bigfoot 7. 5/10 (2018) Bird Box 8/10 The creature design in this film is so incredibly unique and almost intangible at points. Its not without its minor flaws, such as some shoe-horned characters and flirtations with over-used tropes but they dont seem to detract from the big picture. (2018) Hold the Dark 8/10 Jeremy Saulnier is an incredible director, usually putting forth visceral experiences that both speak for themselves and hit the viewer hardest from a visually artistic standpoint. Hold the Dark is completely different. It contains the same expert level cinematography, sound design and photography but where it differs is its story driven aspects. The tale of this film so-to-speak, is fucking insane. (2018) Halloween 8/10 I absolutely loved this movie, if not simply for the fact that it balanced that difficulty of paying homage to the original series, while using modern techniques to elevate it. Its extremely well-produced but still forces itself to break away from the obscured angles and macro shots to give us these raw, long follow-cam sequences. (2017) The Crescent 7/10 (2017) Cold Skin 7/10 (2017) Jungle 8/10 For a religious-themed film about survival and hope, McLean did decide to pull from his horror-film roots for the most intense, seemingly hopeless portions of the film. The ominous music, tense visuals and crushing psychological twist is for me, what sets it apart from many other films of the same vein. (2017) Pyewacket 8. 5/10 I fucking love occult horror and this film was downright scary. Thats truly one of the greatest accomplishments because I dont usually get scared watching horror films anymore. Its somewhat of a slow burn but in a way that really creeped me out. (2017) A Ghost Story 9. 5/10 Its really difficult to put into words why I loved this movie so much because it was less about the mechanics and more about that way it made me feel. I never thought I would come close to crying watching Rooney Mara eat pie for what seemed like a half hour but here we are. Its an arthouse film. They fuck with the aspect ratio. They fuck with every shot, oftentimes by not fucking with it at all. It was touching to me; sweet at times, dark, lonely and ultimately hard hitting. (2017) The Bar 7. 5/10 (2017) Tigers Are Not Afraid 9/10 It didnt even really register to me that even films that portray the Cartel in the most violent way, still tend to be glorifying the culture. This film weighs the innocence of childhood directly against the gangs ruthless nature to deliver a seriously moving project. I absolutely loved the art direction and cinematography. Theres a certain simplicity to it all which seems to oscillate between endearing, depressing and terrifying. The child actors are also remarkable, Im not sure how these directors manage to even find them. The story is really tight-knit as well, which makes the pacing almost impeccable. Scene after scene, the film just gets more “real” while also losing itself in fantasy. Its just wonderful. (2016) Sam Was Here 9/10 Never in my 4 years of reviewing on here have as so firmly disagreed with an iMBD score but this movie is fucking fantastic. It's evil, it's mysterious, well shot, well acted and one of the most suspenseful films I've seen this year. I was absolutely rocked by the ending and I have nothing left to say. The mystery is the most fun part so just go watch it and pay attention to detail. (2016) Are We Not Cats 8/10 This is a film that, at least for me, beckoned some further understanding or hidden meaning. Now that I sit with it though, I've very satisfied with the experience. It felt desolate yet intimate, gross, strange and helpless. I feel like it's a fantastic project about acceptance, hardship and empathy. It seems like it was comprised with all amateur actors and filmmakers but I'm impressed with every aspect of the film. (2015) Southbound 7/10 (2015) Baskin 8/10 The first 40 minutes are a horror-filled dreamlike sequence of dialogue only. Given the explicit nature this film eventually gets into, the fact that its my favorite portion of the film says so much about the quality of this script. (2015) Remember 9. 5/10 This is an absolutely enthralling and heartbreaking revenge film. Its the type of movie where I dont want to mention a single detail about the story because the story is the entire film. The acting and script are top notch; cinematography clean and focused. Its one of the most immersive experiences Ive seen this year and something that felt hard to even pause. (2014) Tusk 7/10 (2014) Dead Snow 2: Red vs. Dead 7/10 (2014) The One I Love 7. 5/10 (2014) Life After Beth 7/10 (2014) Honeymoon 8/10 There is definitely overt horror as the film climaxes but its a very performance driven film. Rose Leslie is to thank for that that, her character is genuine and believable throughout. Harry Treadaway deserves a mention too because hes great as well. Its really the contrasting highs and lows of their on-screen relationship that build tension and create this anxious atmosphere. (2014) Creep 7/10 (2014) As Above So Below 7/10 (2014) Girl House 7/10 (2013) I Spit on Your Grave 2 7/10 (2013) Horns 8. 5/10 This film has so many different faces and its an absolute grab-bag of emotions depending on what scene you to choose to examine. The reason that mix isnt to its detriment though is because that constant tonal shift if present throughout the entire fucking film. I love religious based horror like this and this sort of filled me with that wide-eyed fascination that Erremenatri gave me. (2013) V/H/S 2 7. 5/10 (2013) Coherence 8/10 I absolutely love this movie. Ill be upfront in saying its difficult to talk about without spoiling anything. However, I genuinely found the events that transpire during this normal dinner party setting to be unsettling. (2013) Bad Milo 8/10 This movie is so fucking funny. As a person with anxiety and acid reflux, it was just wonderful. Ken Marino was absolutely hilarious and its one of the most ridiculous films of the decade. (2013) Afflicted 8/10 The found footage genre isnt new but a version dominated by POV shots, such as this one, is less common. In this instance, it works incredibly well. Considering Im writing this in 2019, its a damn shame directors Derek Lee and Clif Prowse havent released another film. Theyre such standout filmmakers, writers and even solid actors as well. The story itself isnt mind-blowing but its absolutely engaging and definitely not a weak spot. I feel like without it the production efforts would have felt gimmicky but as an entire package, the film is a vicious, fun ride. (2012) Vamps 7. 5/10 (2012) V/H/S 8/10 Anthologies are one of my favorite mediums to consumer horror but can also be the most difficult to pull off. This film has writing and directing credits in the double digits and with that many creative minds working together as well as separately, its very common for a portion of the film to fall short. V/H/S is incredibly special for defying this common pitfall by delivering shorts that are diverse but consistent in quality. (2012) The Bay 7. 5/10 (2012) Sinister 8/10 I found Sinister to be a perfect blend of bleakness and scary. It has some effective jump scares to reel in that horror, cinematic experience but also casually injects some incredibly fucked-up content. For a wide-released, ultra-popular horror film, it pushes the limits quite a bit. The fount footage aspects are the best part. Ethan Hawke is great and everything but theres something about these tapes, coupled with very eerie audio that just throw you off balance. (2011) Youre Next 7/10 (2011) Apollo 18 7/10 (2011) The Cabin in the Woods 9/10 Its literally a statement on the instability of the horror genre itself. The production is fantastic and however goofy it may seem, its actually thrilling. The film has the ability to create and break stereotypes simultaneously. (2011) Source Code 8. 5/10 I always pay attention to films that require a character to accept an entirely new reality. With a normal films runtime, it can be difficult to balance that pacing of that sort of character development. This film is a great example of it done right. Gyllenhaals characters reluctance vs. acceptance are two aspects that work in tandem throughout most of the film. Its a very human and a definite point of praise. (2010) The Crazies 7. 5/10 (2010) Tucker and Dale vs Evil 8. 5/10 This movie is one long gag but its both completely genius and absolutely hilarious. Its truly a masterpiece of satirical meta-horror. (2010) I Spit on Your Grave 9/10 This is the most gruesome, violent revenge film Ive seen to date and a shining example of a movie that holds back nothing. Its 50 min of an elongated rape scene followed by a Hellraiser level revenge sequence that will make the most seasoned horror fans wince. (2009) Zombieland 8/10 This is an incredible zombie film and despite feeling like a time-capsule of 2009, the core components still hold up really well. Its a short, sweet, easily digestible and simply, fun to watch. I love all four main characters but the dynamic between Eisenberg and Woody was my favorite. Woody in particular is fucking hilarious and oftentimes I felt as if his energy actually was actually the backbone of the entire film. (2009) Jennifers Body 7. 5/10 (2009) Triangle 8/10 Its a movie thats strangely simplistic while being really complex. Theres a ton to be gleaned from the details and, outside of the exposition, I actually had the most fun simply pondering what the bigger picture was. (2008) The Ruins 8/10 I actually had put on this movie looking for a schlocky, vacation horror that I could semi-tune out to but I was so impressed. I feel like Im the first person to say this but I saw a few big connections to Annihilation. Theres some super creepy shit with plants and relevant to that, a very familiar misdirection. The gore is also fantastic. (2007) The Poughkeepsie Tapes 7/10 (2007) Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street 7. 5/10 (2007) 1408 9. 5/10 John Cusack helms what to me is one of the scariest haunted house films ever made. Its a project that breaks free of the traditional tactics and roots itself in psychological horror. I highly recommend this for literally anyone and everyone. It feels like being water-boarded by supernatural/psychological horror and by the end, I felt spent, in the best way possible. (2007) Stuck 7/10 (2006) Slither 7/10 (2006) Bug 7. 5/10 (2006) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning 7. 5/10 (2006) Final Destination 3 7/10 (2006) Hatchet 7. 5/10 The predictable characters, campiness and outrageous special effects arent just essential to this film but slashers in general. I love Victor Crowley. Does he bear some resemblance to Jason? Sure, I can see it but this inbred mongoloid also happens to have his own unique charm. Despite the film being called “Hatchet”, Victor isnt afraid to use anything and everything around him to kill. (2006) Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon 7. 5/10 (2005) Hostel 7. 5/10 (2005) Doom 7/10 (2005) Shaun of the Dead 9/10 This movie is just wonderful. I find it hilarious on a personal level but also so intelligently funny that it could go down as one of the greatest horror-comedies of all time. (2005) The Butterfly Effect 8/10 Alright so I watched the directors cut and wow, I fucking loved it dude. I should note I think it can take an open mind to fully accept and appreciate the new ending but I found it made the entire film much more complex. I highly recommend checking out this version of the movie. (2004) The Village 8/10 One of the saving graces for this film was the writing of William Hurts character. Hes such a uniquely sensitive and honest injection into what lays out on paper as one big deception. M. Night chooses to lift the veils fairly early on about the more thrilling aspects of the film, which is a complaint for many. However, it rightfully reverts the focus back onto the characters in my mind and the sense of desperation that embodies this village. Ultimately what the film represents to me is hope. Id recommend not listening to what youve heard and checking it out for yourself. I think that after over a decade has passed since its misguided marketing, the film deserves a second chance under fresh perspectives. (2004) Dead Mans Shoes 8/10 One of my favorite sub-genres is revenge horror and this low-budget film implores its characters to be as human as possible. Beyond the veil of violence and even characteristics indicative of slasher films, Considines character is a deeply flawed, psychologically broken man. Oftentimes in revenge films, we see this unstoppable omnipotent protagonist fueled by pure rage but here, his fearlessness goes hand-in-hand with recklessness. (2003) Jeepers Creepers 2 7/10 (2003) House of 1000 Corpses 7. 5/10 (2003) Alexandras Project 7. 5/10 (2003) Scary Movie 3 8/10 As much as both horror and comedy films can succeed without actually being scary or funny, those are still some of the most important aspects. If Im scared, its an effective horror film and the same goes for comedies. Basically what Im trying to say is that as dumb as a movie like this is, its so fucking funny. It also strays away from just making fun of horror with parodies of 8 Mile, which is just delightfully retarded. (2003) Final Destination 2 7/10 (2002) The Ring 9. 5/10 This was one of the scariest fucking movies I saw as a kid and it still is to this day. It also happens to be, what I consider, one of the few powerful uses of grey-scale film in existence. It's bleak, expertly paced and really just pure tension from start to finish. I love everything about this film. Gore did a fantastic job directing but I have a huge amount of respect for Ehren Kruger as well for the screenplay. The original film is iconic but frankly, this is better. (2001) Jeepers Creepers 8/10 Id go as far as to say this is the best demonic horror film, post 2000s. Justin Long is a breakout star. A lot of people shit on him but his wide-eyed looks alone made this film the success it is. He was more successful in portraying fear than most modern actors. (2001) Dagon 8. 5/10 Stuart Gordon doing Lovecraft isnt something I could ever envision as being anything but fantastic and this film confirmed that. Stuart working with David Marti this time on the visual effects; I cant even begin to describe how excellent the body-horror is here. Its fucking fantastic. (2001) The Others 8/10 Its a film to be that blends drama with horror in the fashion that tends to suit a really good haunted house film. For me personally, I felt the séance sequence is what stood to me most. Its not the most violent, lengthy or erratic scenes Ive seen of its type. However, its reveal and overall fluidity is something that just came off very eerie and hopeless. (2000) Final Destination 7. 5/10 (1999) Sleepy Hallow 7. 5/10 (1998) Disturbing Behavior 7. 5/20 (1997) Event Horizon 7. 5/10 (1996) Scream 9. 5/10 Scream just may be the best meta-horror film ever made. Its so special to me and was probably the film that sparked my fascination with horror. I watched it the year after it came out, at 8-years old, alone in my dark basement. I shut it off after the opening scene with Drew Barrymore and never saw the rest until years later. However, if I had just stuck with it, it actually evolves into this darkly funny, poignant statement on slasher films. I could talk about a ton of performances but Matthew Lillard blows me the fuck away every time I watch this movie. I literally get chills during the climax seeing him become and own this fucking character. Hes just incredible. (1994) Mary Shelleys Frankenstein 9/10 Absolutely, hands down the best modern Frankenstein movie Ive ever seen. Robert De Niro brought life to a character that was fucking meant to have life. Its one of the most entertaining, gothic interpretations of the original story. (1992) Army of Darkness 7. 5/10 (1991) Sometimes They Come Back 8/10 This is a simple story by King standards but I think it was incredibly effective. It's childhood based and emotionally impactive. It incites bravery with acceptance and mostly, just makes me want to hug my younger brothers. (1991) The Silence of the Lambs 9. 5/10 This film is a model in dialogue-driven horror and both Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster are incredible in it. I only say dialogue-driven horror because while the film does stand out in blatant, suspenseful, scary moments; it's the conversations between Clarice and Dr. Lecter that make it so memorable. It just adds this timeless psychological horror element that helps establish it as a classic in my eyes. (1990) Gremlins 2: The New Batch 7. 5/10 (1990) Tales from the Darkside: The Movie 7. 5/10 (1989) The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover 9/10 This film is so exceptionally cruel. Even when theres a clear bad guy it seems as if everyone is fighting to get to the bottom. Its unapologetic, violent, with dynamic characters that thrive on hedonistic impulses. Visually, its remarkable. You would think its a Giallo film before you heard people speaking non-dubbed English. Im not just speaking aesthetically too but every color choice and wardrobe decision seems fully intertwined with the films central message. (1989) Intruder 7. 5/10 (1988) Following 8/10 Following is actually Nolans debut film and seeing that hes one of my favorite directors, Im almost mad it took me this long to see it. Shot in black and white, this super low-budget crime-noir, psychological thriller is an incredible feat in storytelling and sets the tone for Nolan as a career director. It features his classic non-linear plot as well as really being a character driven film. For a big-budget director, its almost heartwarming to know that he could accomplish something like this on almost nothing. Its reminiscent of Man Bites Dog and Hitchcock films but very much stylistically, and most importantly, Nolan himself. (1988) Brain Damage 7/10 (1988) Halloween 4: The Return 7/10 (1988) Beetlejuice 9/10 This film is, head-to-toe, one of Burtons strangest films to date. Not only is it just a strange original story but the production and overall execution is absolutely insane. (1987) Evil Dead 2 8. 5/10 Just from a technical perspective, everything is so fucking impressive. Its all basically hand-done, practical effects and the camera work is just remarkable. The film leans more towards the humor side of the series but it does so both intentionally and gracefully. I adore this movie, its on par with the original. I dont think I can necessarily rate it the same from an analytical perspective but from an enjoyment perspective, hell-fucking-yeah dude. (1987) Angel Heart 8/10 Mickey Rourke is incredible here and its simply a satanic, thriller epic. Theres not a huge twist per-say but the entire film slowly reveals something horrible about the main characters. (1985) Re-Animator 8/10 Its probably one of the goriest movies of the decade but its also endearing in its humor. Dont get me wrong, its brutal. Its ultra-violent, perversely sexual even but the way fans revere it is what makes it so special. (1985) Day of the Dead 7. 5/10 (1984) Gremlins 7/10 (1983) Cujo 7/10 (1982) Cat People 9/10 I love the original film to death but I couldnt be more satisfied with the direction this pseudo-remake went in. Its less of a psychological thriller and more of an erotic, body-horror fever dream. Also features a great score by Giorgio Moroder, as well as an excellent theme song by Bowie. (1982) Poltergeist 8. 5/10 Sans maybe one scene of CGI, this is one of the 80s best displays of practical effects. I sometimes dont even think of Tobe Hooper as an elite director until I watch his films and instantly Im clicked into the magic. I just love how the characters are rough around the edges. The parents smoking weed together and playing around is endearing and humanizing. Humor is strewn throughout very naturally to make the film more fun. (1981) The House by the Cemetery 8. 5/10 People love The Beyond but this film does a much better job at devolving into that hellish landscape from a simplistic approach. The gore is unreal and coupled with his absolute best camera work to date, I cant see it as anything but his masterpiece. (1980) Cannibal Holocaust 7. 5/10 (1979) Apocalypse Now 9/10 Its a long film and the scale, especially in certain combat scenes is just fucking huge. I mean the actual production itself, the budget, the scope of this fucking movie is massive. The entire time I was struggling to really understand the narrative, what the actual goal was but really, that confusion was intentional. This is Coppolas profound statement on the pointlessness, and specifically so, of the Vietnam War. Its an incredible film and a must watch. (1977) The Hills Have Eyes 7/10 (1976) Carrie 8. 5/10 This film was fantastic. I love Sissy Spacek, she just really embodies this role and its one of those performances that I couldnt see anyone else playing. (1973) Dont Look Now 8/10 I felt this film was a great study into ambiguous filmmaking vs overt horror, really relying on the former. Theres tons of fantastic performances suggesting a really sinister narrative, all leading up to a decently insane finale. (1972) Raw Meat 7/10 (1972) Tales from the Crypt 7. 5/10 (1972) The Last House on the Left 8/10 Ive always respected Wes Craven immensely for both influencing the genre as a whole and also, always having fun with making the films he wanted to make. This film forgoes a lot of traditional horror filmmaking and just filmmaking in general. It doesnt attempt to conceal anything to build tension. Quite frankly, it has the restraint of a snuff film. That style, berthed a whole new generation of exploitation horror movies. (1953) The House of Wax 7. 5/10 (1953) The White Reindeer 7/10 (1950) Sunset Boulevard 9/10 It totally brings a smile to my face to say this this is, yet again, another film that had to inspire David Lynch. Its certainly film-noir but the melodrama itself is so creepily in-tune with the struggles of Hollywood actors and actresses. (1949) The Queen of Spades 7. 5/10 (1947) Black Narcissus 9/10 This film is absolutely breathtaking. For anyone whos ever considered technicolor to look fake, blown-out and oversaturated, this is a shining example of it done right. Its an entirely created set with gorgeous artwork. Its not just in how its looks from an artistic standpoint but even on a technical level, Powell was able to blow up a studio space with fantastic, wide-panning shots. There is not a better looking film out of this decade. (1946) Bedlam 7/10 (1942) Cat People 8. 5/10 I actually consider this film to be one of the best early psychological-horror films. Masquerading as a b-movie of sorts, I surprisingly found a lot of depth in it. Simone Simon is a fantastic lead and even with the short runtime, I came to understand her character rather quickly. Tons of anxiety as well as repressed sexuality sort of hone her into this timid and frightened woman who brings her own fears to life. (1938) They Drive by Night 8/10 This is a great fucking movie that totally embodies crime-noir. It reminds me a ton of early Hitchcock and for the 30s, the narrative is spectacularly clean. (1937) Song at Midnight 7/10 (1914) The Egyptian Mummy no rating/10 (just a cool slapstick early short.

 

Source: This Week at Bungie, were calling in reservations.  Its been a wild week in Destiny 2. Inotam, Oblivions Triune, made their grand entrance into the Sundial. Guardians descended upon Mercury, weapons in hand, eager to protect the timeline from certain annihilation. While youve prevented the Psions from changing history, this isnt the last trial youll face - not by a longshot. Image Link imgur The first three Empyrean Foundation goals have been met with haste. One billion Fractaline isnt enough for the Foundation, and the next goal is currently in reach. Your next stop: 2. 2 Billion Fractaline donations. We knew youd rise to the challenge, but this? This is absolutely insane. Keep that Fractaline coming. Were seeing quite a few Guardians investing in their Fractaline futures, but many hitting the donation button to quickly earn some sweet Timelost weapons. The final triumph for the Savior Seal will be completed once the community completes the seventh stage of this event. Were excited to see a new title in the wild. Players will also unlock the ability to pre-order the Savior Bungie Reward pin once they have completed all Triumphs for the Seal. Image Link imgur Now, lets look at the calendar. We have some beats to cover that are coming up quick, with a new Season on the way in just over a month! Below, youll find details on Crimson Days, Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. 7. 1. 1, and a patch note preview for Season 10. Love is almost in the air Have you been feeling a bit lonely lately? Lacking a partner by your side in the heat of battle? Crimson Days is on approach, bringing the perfect opportunity for you to form an unbreakable Crimson Bond with a fellow Guardian. Video Link Crimson Doubles returns to the Crucible during the event, bringing explosive 2v2 combat to the fold. Stay close to your partner: youll each have heightened ability regen as long as you retain your Crimson Bond. If you stray too far away from each other, opponents will be able to see your every move. If youd rather take your partner out for a stroll in one of Destiny 2s PvE activities, Shaxx will offer bounties for you to complete in a two-person fireteam. As you complete Crimson Doubles matches and bounties, you and your partner will be showered in delicious candy hearts. To sweeten the deal, Daily and Weekly bounties will offer double XP. Bright Dust will also be rewarded when completing your weekly bounties. As you begin to stockpile Confectionary Hearts, they can be exchanged with Lord Shaxx for Crimson Days themed rewards, including two new Exotic Sparrows. Ride in tandem to show the strength of your Crimson Bond! Image Link imgur If this is your first Crimson Days event, or you didn't earn enough hearts in years past, rewards from previous events will also be available to earn alongside the new Sparrows. Image Link imgur Additionally, spare Confectionary Hearts may be exchanged for Warmhearted Gift packages containing Glimmer, with a slight chance for legendary loot. Once youve collected both Sparrows and claimed the associated Triumph, an exclusive emblem will become available through  Bungie Rewards. Image Link imgur Eververse will feature many items from previous events for Bright Dust, including two new items exclusive to Crimson Days. One new item will be available for Silver only, the Heartfelt Union Multiplayer Emote. Image Link imgur Here's the emote in action: Video Link Crimson Days will be available from February 11 to February 18, 2020. Cutting Edge Were a little over a month out from the next Season of Destiny 2 and this seems like a good time to start talking about Sandbox. Over the next few weeks, well be covering upcoming changes to weapons and abilities. Some changes will be PvP-centric, while others will bear more of a PvE focus. Our first subject: Swords. Some are sharp. Some are blunt. One lets you bend space and time to teleport through enemies. Another has projectiles that can take down foes at range. Since the launch of Destiny 2, weve been seeing feedback on general functionality and the team has been kicking around ideas on how to make things a bit more enticing. After some brainstorming and development time, Swords are receiving a sort of tableflip when it comes to light attacks, heavy attacks, and guarding. While youll still rip and tear through opponents, as you would expect from a Sword, most of what you know needs to be unlearned. The blades have been rebalanced, and a new energy meter is making its way to swords. Below, youll find a full rundown from our development team. Dev Team: Swords are getting a little more love this Season. While Swords have been a staple of Destiny ever since their introduction in The Taken King, we felt they were due for an update both to freshen them up, but also to allow us more room to work with them in later releases. Sword Energy Swords now have their own reserve of energy that recharges naturally on its own, and is not to be confused with ammo capacity. This energy will overtake your melee slot while youre wielding a sword and is spent on various actions. Guarding Guarding now uses sword energy instead of consuming ammo. Different guards have different consumption rates, damage resistance and behaviors, so be sure to experiment and find a guard type you like. Youll still need at least one ammo to begin guarding, though. Back during Season of the Drifter, the Stronghold exotic for Titans was introduced, allowing them to guard with relative impunity and opening up a more interesting opportunities for swords to shine in a variety of content which caused us to take another look at the guard function itself. Although the guard function has always existed, it was never really considered worth the cost. With this change, we hope that players will use their guard intelligently to protect themselves instead of it being an almost unused button. Rest easy, Stronghold has also been modified to still allow Titans a unique guarding experience. Light Attacks Grounded light attacks for all Swords will now loop for an infinite combo, and all Swords can cleave. While the basic three hit combo is quite a staple of melee weapons in many games – In a shooter this leaves the player extremely open to enemies. By letting the light attacks loop, we also push them and the heavy attacks apart further. Cleaving on light attacks was previously only on the Aggressive Swords, but we opted to add it to the rest of them for more hack ‘n slash. Heavy Attacks Heavy attacks now consume Sword energy. While you are always able to perform a heavy attack, the attack is stronger when you have full energy, and weaker when you dont. A lot of swordplay in many situations simply boiled down to endlessly mashing the heavy attack button instead of mixing up attacks which wasnt quite the most interesting experience. Do note that aerial heavy attacks as a general rule do not consume Sword energy, but that can vary based on the Sword. Shield Bypass A portion of most Sword attacks can partially bypass elemental shields. We added this to give Swords a little bit of a personality difference from shotguns who share a very similar role in combat as powerful CQC  weapons. In general, Swords have also had some of the damage amounts for different attacks changed, and the various Sword perks have been adjusted. So youll want to experiment a bit after the changes hit. We do hope youll enjoy the changes. Blinded by the Light Image Link imgur Hotfix after Hotfix, Destiny Player Support is here for you. Timetables, known issues, and frequently asked questions are handled with care. They approach each conversation with white gloves and gold standards. This is their report. CONTRIBUTING TO EMPYREAN RESTORATION On Tuesday, the Empyrean Restoration went live. Player Support noticed that some players were confused on how to participate and contribute their Polarized Fractaline. To do so, players must complete the Bright Light quest from Saint-14. To unlock this quest, players must complete the following prerequisites: Complete the following quests from Osiris: A Matter of Time. Then, complete Saint-14s quests: Tribute to the Colonies, Cornerstone, and A Guardians Duty. CRIMSON DAYS AHEAD Next week, Crimson Days returns to the Crucible. Our Help article will update on February 11, 2020, to bring you updated information about the event, including that it will end at the weekly reset on February 18. Here are a few known issues about the event: Players will be unable to accept Lord Shaxx's "Fire of the Crimson Days" emblem if they already have this emblem in their inventory. Deleting the emblem will allow them to accept the new one and complete the “Welcome to the Crimson Days” Milestone. Players who are removed from a match and rejoin will not be able to respawn until the current round ends. These player will see "Waiting for Ally to Revive" for the remaining duration of the round. Crimson Days bounties do not advance the Crucible Bounty Vendor Challenge. HOTFIX 2. 1 AND RESOLVED ISSUES Next Tuesday, February 11, we will release Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. This update will resolve some issues currently affecting players. Here is another preview of some of the issues that will be resolved: The Efrideets Gift Triumph will retroactivity unlock for players who turn in 50 Iron Banner packages in Season of the Dawn. The Get Closer pursuit will no longer have its progress reset when resetting Infamy. This is retroactive and will auto-complete for any player who has already been above Mythic rank this season. A Season 9 Iron Banner Triumph has been added that tracks purchased packages from Lord Saladin. This is also retroactive. Additionally, heres the timeline for the Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. 1 release on Tuesday: 8:00 AM PST (1600 UTC) Destiny 2 maintenance will begin. Players may experience sign-on issues during maintenance. 8:45 AM (1645 UTC) Players will be removed from activities and will be unable to log in until 9 AM. 9:00 AM (1700 UTC) Destiny 2 Hotfix 2. 1 will be released and players will be able to log in. 10:00 AM (1900 UTC) Destiny 2 maintenance will end. CURRENT KNOWN ISSUES While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum: Players are continuing to report increased Tower load times after Update 2. The Playin the Odds emblem doesnt drop and cannot be reacquired from Collections. While we investigate, the only way to receive this emblem right now is to reset your Infamy rank three times in one Season. In the Bright Future quest, Orbs of Light that are collected sometimes are not accurately reflected in the quests progress. Some players have reported that deleting or claiming a bounty may help with progression issues. For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article. Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help forum. Variety Image Link imgur Over the years, there have been quite a few “metas” in Destiny 2. Different Legendary weapons will take the spotlight from time to time, sometimes usurped by a truly Exotic underdog. This week, our winner brings a montage using every exotic in the game. Movie of the Week: SoaR-ing Video Link Honorable Mention: Guardian Bowl LIV Video Link Winners will find their new MotW-themed emblem in their collections within the next year or so. If you have some sweet clips or a fun montage, make sure to submit it to the Community Creations page. For carnage, or a chance for a sweet emblem, apply within. Were almost to the weekend, but well be scouting the Destiny Fashion scene for combinations worthy of an emblem. In case you missed it, we kicked off another Fashion Week on Tuesday. Only requirements: the Star Light, Star Bright emblem from the Guardians for Australia foundation effort, and a good eye for fashion. Reply to this tweet with a picture of your Guardian and the emblem equipped. If we retweet you, the Levantes Prize emblem will be granted to you within a week. Heres a quick example of a recent winner: My titan is a Lucha libre. He's ready to wrestle the fire. — Ivan ( Im_mudkip) February 3, 2020 I cant wait to see what combinations you cook up. Have a great weekend, and well see you next time. Cheers, Dmg04.

Dam! They be following Samuel L Jackson as if he real nick fury. Every night, no matter the weather, something walks down our street whistling softly. You can only hear it if youre in the living room or the kitchen when they walk by and it always starts at exactly 3:03. The sound starts faint, somewhere near the beginning of the lane near the Carson place. Were towards the middle of the street, so the whistling moves past us before fading away in the direction of the cul de sac. When I was younger, my sister and I would sneak into the kitchen some nights to listen. Mom and dad didnt like that and wed catch Hell if they found us out there but they were never too hard on us since we always stuck to the one Big Rule. Dont try to look at whatever was whistling. My neighborhood is a funny place. Ive lived here since I was six and I love it. The houses are small but well-kept, good-sized yards, plenty of places to roam. There are a lot of other kids here my age, I turned 13 back in October. We grew up together and would always play four square in the cul de sac or roam around from back porch to back porch in the summer. This was a good place to grow up, Im old enough to see it. And theres only the two strange things here; the night whistling and the good luck. The whistling never bothered me much. Like I said, I couldnt even hear it from my bedroom. But mom and dad dont like talking about it, so Ive stopped asking questions. My dad is a strong guy, tall and calm. He has an accent since he moved to the US as a kid. His family, my grandparents, theyre from the islands. Thats what they call it. My dad, the only time he isnt so calm is if the whistler comes up. He talks a little quicker then, eyes move faster, and he tells us not to think about it so much and to always remember the one rule, the Big Rule: dont try to look outside when the whistler goes past. Not that we could look even if we wanted. See, there are shutters on the inside of every window, thick pieces of heavy canvas that pull down from the top and latch to the bottom of the window frame. Each latch even has a small lock, about the size of what youd find on a diary. My dad locks those shutters every night before we all go to bed and keeps the key in his room. My mom…I dont know what she thinks about the whistling. Ive seen her out in the living room before at 3:03 when the sound starts; I could see her if I cracked my door open just an inch to peek. Shes not out there often, at least I havent caught her much, but once or twice a month I think she sits out there on our big red couch just listening. The whistler has the same tune every night. Its…cheerful. Da da dada da dum. Remember how I said there are two odd things about where I live? Well, besides our night whistler, everyone in my neighborhood is really lucky. Its hard to explain and dad doesnt like us talking about this part much, either, but good things just seem to happen to people around here a lot. Usually its small things, winning a radio contest, or getting an unexpected promotion at work, or finding some arrowheads buried in the yard, you know, the authentic kind. The weather is pretty good and theres no crime and everybodys gardens bloom extra bright in the fall. “A million little blessings, ” Ive heard my mom say about living here. But the main reason we stay here, why we moved here in the first place, is my sister Nola. She was born very sick, something with her lungs. We couldnt even bring her home when she was born, only visit her in the hospital. She was so small, I remember, small even compared to the other babies. A machine had to breathe for her. We moved into our house here to be closer to the hospital. As soon as we moved here, Nola starting getting better. The doctors couldnt figure it out, they chalked it up to whatever they were doing but we all could tell they were confused. But my parents knew, even I knew, Nola getting better was just another of the million little blessings we got for living in our neighborhood. So thats why we stayed even after we found out that, for every small miracle that happens here every day, now and then…some bad things happen. But they only happen if you look for the whistler. See, our neighborhood has a Welcoming Committee. They show up with macaroni casserole and a gift basket and a manila folder whenever someone new moves in. Theyre very friendly. Four people showed up when we moved in seven years ago. The committee made small talk, gave me a Snickers bar, and took turns holding Nola. It was her first week out of the hospital so they were extra careful. Then the committee asked to speak to my parents in private so I was sent to my room where I still managed to hear nearly every word. The Welcoming Committee told my parents about how nice the neighborhood was, really exceptionally, hard-to-explain kind of nice. And then they told my parents about the even harder-to-explain whistling that happened every morning at 3:03 and ended at the tick of 3:05. The group, our new neighbors, warned my parents that the whistling was quiet, would never harm or hurt us, as long as we didnt look for what was making the sound. This part they stressed and I pushed my ear into the door straining to hear them. People who went looking for the whistler had their luck change, sometimes tragically. A black cloud would hang over anyone that looked. Anything that could go wrong, would. The manila envelope the committee brought over contained newspaper clippings, stories about car crashes and ruined lives, public deaths and freak accidents. “Not everyone dies, ” I heard the head of the committee tell my dad. “But the life goes out of ‘em. Even if they live, theres no light in them ever again, no presence. ” My mom, I could tell she wasnt taking it seriously. She kept asking if this was some prank they play on new neighbors. At one point my mom got angry, accused the committee of trying to scare us out of our new home, asked them if they were racist on account of my dad being from the islands. My dad calmed her down, told her he could tell our new neighbors were sincere and they were just trying to help us. He explained that he grew up hearing these kinds of stories from his mom and that he knew there were strange things that walked among us. Some of those strange things were good and some were bad but most were just different. After the committee left went out to the hardware store, bought the canvas blinds, the latches, and the locks and installed them on every window in the house after dinner. That first night in our new house, I crept out of my room at 3 a. m. only to find my dad awake sitting on the living room couch, holding my baby sister. My dad held up his finger in a shh motion but patted the couch next to him. I sat and we waited. At exactly 3:03 we heard the whistling. It came and it went just like our neighbors said. The whistling returns each night and we never look and we enjoy our million little blessings every day. Nola breathes on her own and shes grown into a strong, clever girl. My dad even joined the Welcoming Committee. We dont get new neighbors often, why would anyone want to leave? But when a new family moves in, my dad and the committee bring them macaroni casserole, a gift basket, and the manila folder. I can always tell by the look on my dads face when he comes back if the family took the committee seriously or if wed be getting new neighbors again very soon. Not long ago a family moved in directly next to us. The previous owner, Ms. Maddie, passed away at age 105. Shed lived a good, long life. Our new neighbors seemed like theyd fit in just fine. They believed the Welcoming Committee, took my dads advice about the locking shutters since they had a young child of their own. Whatever newspaper clippings were in that manila envelope, whatever evidence, my dad never let us see. But I imagine it must have been awfully convincing since our neighbors got along with no issues for the first month. One night, when our new neighbors had to leave town, they sent their son, Holden, to stay with us. He was 12, a year under me in school. I didnt know him well before that night but as soon as his parents dropped him off after dinner I could tell it was going to be a bad time. “Do you know who is always out there whistling every night? ” Holden asked the moment the adults left the room. The three of us were sitting in the den, some Disney movie playing idly on the television. My sister and I exchanged a glance. “We dont talk about that, ” I said. “I think its that weirdo that lives in the big yellow house on the corner, ” Holden said. “Mr. Toles? ” my sister asked. “No way, hes really nice. ” Holden shrugged. “Must be a psycho killer, then. ” Nola tensed. “We dont talk about it, ” I repeated. “Lets go in my room and play Nintendo. ” We spent the next few hours playing games, eating popcorn and then watching movies. A typical sleepover but I could see Holden was getting antsy. After my parents had wished us a good night, locked the blinds, and gone to bed, Holden stood up from his bean bag and walked over to where Nola and I were sitting on my bed. “Have you ever even tried looking? ” he asked. “Its nearly time. ” Like most sleepovers, wed conveniently ignored any suggestion of a bedtime. I was shocked to see he was right; it was almost 3 a. I sighed. “We dont-” “See, I cant, I cant even try to look because my dad looks the blinds every night and hides the key, ” he continued, ignoring me. “So does our dad, ” said Nola. “No, ” replied Holden. “No he doesnt. ” “You saw him do it, ” I said, a little sharper than I meant to sound. Holden grinned. “Your dad locks the blinds, yeah, but he doesnt hide the key. He keeps it right on his normal key chain. ” “So? ” I asked, worried I already knew what he would say next. Because I had noticed that my dad didnt bother hiding the key anymore after all of these years. Because he knew we took it seriously. “So, after your dad locked up but before your parents went to bed, I went to the bathroom. And on my way I may have peaked into their room, and I may have seen your dads key chain on his nightstand, and I maybe went and borrowed the key to blinds. ” Nola and I stared and his grin only grew wider. “Youre lying, ” I said. Holden shrugged. “You can check if you want. Just open your parents door and look, youll see his keychain right there on the nightstand. ” “Stay here, ” I told both of them. “Dont move a muscle. ” I hurried over to my parents room but hesitated at the door. If Holden wasnt lying…my dad would be angry. Beyond angry. I was a scared thinking about it. But more scared of an open window with the whistler right outside. I opened the door, barely an inch, and looked in but it was too dark to see. Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room. Two steps into the dark I froze. The whistling started. And I could hear it clearly…from my parents room. I never realized but they must have heard the sound every night since we moved into the house. They never told us. I dont think I could have slept through it. I stood there, listening to the whistling come closer, unsure whether I should turn on a light or call out for my dad. Soft sounds from the living room brought me back to reality. “Nola, ” I yelled, running out of my parents room. Holden and Nola were standing near the front door next to a window. Holden wasnt lying. I could see him fumbling with the lock on one of the blinds. I heard a click. He did have the key. Holden let out a quick laugh. Nola stood next to him, hunched up, afraid but maybe curious. The whistling was right outside our house now. I think I made a sound, called out. I cant remember. Time felt frozen, clock hands nailed to the face. But I found myself moving. Im not fast, Ive never been athletic. Somehow, though, I covered the space between myself and Nola in a moment. My eyes were locked on her but I heard Holden pull the blind all the way down so it could release. I heard the snap of it start to raise, and I heard the whistling just on the other side of the window. But I had my arms around Nola and I turned us so she was facing away from the window. At the same time, I jammed my eyes shut. The blind whipped open. The whistling stopped. I felt Nola shaking in my arms. “Dont look, okay? ” I told her. “Dont turn around. ” We were positioned so that she was facing back towards the hallway and I was facing the window. My eyes were still closed. I felt her nod into my shoulder. I reached out with the arm not holding Nola and try to touch Holden. My hand brushed against his arm. He was shaking worse than Nola. “Holden? ” I asked. Silence. I reached past him and gingerly felt for the window, eyes still sealed shut. The glass was cold against my fingertips. Colder than it should have been for the time of year. I moved my hand up the window, searching for the string to the blind. The glass began to get warmer the further I reached and there was a gentle hum feeding back into my fingertips. I tried not to think about what might be on the other side of the window. Finally, I touched the string and yanked the blinds shut. I opened my eyes. In the dim light leaking out from the kitchen I could make out Holden, pale and small, staring at the now closed window. “Holden? ” I asked again. He turned towards me and he screamed. Everything became a flurry of motion. Lights sparked to life in the hall, then the living room. My parents footsteps thudded across the hardwood floor. I didnt turn to look back at them, my eyes were glued to Holden. He was pale, had bit his lip so hard there was a thin red line of blood running down his chin and hed wet himself. “What happened? ” my dad asked from behind me. I managed to swivel away from Holden and look back. “He looked. ” Id never seen my dad scared before but I saw it that night, in that moment, an old, ugly terror stitched on his face. A parents fear. “Just Holden? ” he mouthed to me. I nodded yes. My dad let out a breath. He looked so relieved I nearly expected him to cheer. But then he turned to Holden and my dads face changed. I wondered if he felt bad for feeling good that Holden was the only one that looked. There was a knock at the door. We all froze. Holden whimpered. “Dont answer it, ” my mom said. She stood at the threshold of the hall. Id always thought she was a skeptic and just humored my dad about the windows and the whistler but that night we were all believers. I noticed that both of my parents held baseball bats they must have taken from their bedroom. The knock came again, a little louder this time. “Please dont open the door, ” Holden whispered. My dad walked over to him, hugged him close. “We wont, ” my dad promised, still holding his bat. “Nothing is coming in here tonight. ” Thud thud thud This time the knocking was loud enough to rattle the door. Holden screamed again and Nola clutched her arms around my neck. My mom came over and knelt down next to us, wrapping my sister and me close. Thud thud thud “Call the police, ” my mom whispered to my dad. The knocking instantly stopped. My dad looked over his shoulder at us. “Do you think-” He was cut off by frantic knocking that trailed off to a polite tap tap tap. “ Police, ” something said from the other side of the door. The voice from outside sounded exactly like my mom, like a parrot repeating the words back to her. “ Police. Call. The police. ” tap tap tap “ Police. ” My mom pulled us closer. Police. ” “Please stop, ” I heard her whisper. “I dont think calling them will help, ” my dad said. “How will we know when theyre the ones at the door? ” The knocking came back harder than before. The door shook. Then it stopped. After a long moment I heard the knocking again but it was coming from our backdoor. We all turned together towards the backdoor but the knocking immediately returned to the front door. Front to back, back to front, loud then quiet then loud again. Suddenly, the sound was coming from both doors at once, big, heavy blows like a sledgehammer. Then something started rapping against all of windows in the house, then the walls. It was like we were living inside of a drum with a dozen people trying to play at once. Or we were a turtle and something was attempting to claw us out of our shell. “STOP! ” Holden yelled. The knocking died. “I wont tell, ” Holden said, staring at the door. “I promise I wont tell anyone what I saw. Just please go away. ” We waited for nearly a minute. Then we heard it, a soft tap tap tap coming from the window Holden had looked through earlier. Holden started to cry, sobbing like a prisoner watching gallows being built outside their cell. My dad held him, brushed his hair but never lied to him, never told him things would be okay. The tapping at the window went on for the rest of the night. We huddled together in the living room for I dont know how long. Eventually, my mom tried to take us kids into my room while my dad stayed to watch the door. But the second we moved into my bedroom the knocking came back, so loud it was possible to ignore. I was afraid the door couldnt take it. We went back to the living room and the knocking stopped. Only the tap tap tap on the window remained. None of us slept that night. The tapping stopped around 7 a. Thats about the time the sun comes up here. We waited another two hours before my dad opened the blinds from one window. He made us all go back to my parents bedroom first. I heard him open the door then come back in. “Okay, ” he told us. “Its done. ” Holdens parents came back around lunch time. My mom and dad walked Holden over to his house and they all went inside for quite a while. Nola and I watched from the window. She stuck to me the whole day, right at my side, sometimes holding my hand. When my parents came back they looked grim but wouldnt tell us what they said to Holdens family. It was a Sunday so we all spent the day together, ordered pizza and watched movies. That night everyone slept in my room, Nola and my mom in the bed with me, my dad in a chair hed pulled over. There was no knocking that night or any night since. We didnt see much of Holden or his parents for the rest of that week but by Thursday there was a moving truck in their driveway. Nola and I watched them packing up the whole afternoon after school. What sticks with me most is how tired Holden and his parents looked. All three had the same pallor, grim mouths and light-less eyes. Even from across the street I could tell something was very wrong. Holden and his family were gone were gone before sunset. I remember what the original Welcoming Committee said to my parents when we moved in. Not everyone who looks at the whistler dies, but even those that live have the light go out of them and the rest of their lives are full of misfortune. A million little tragedies. I think Holdens parents must have looked, either to comfort him if they didnt believe, or share the burden if they did. I watch Nola some days, happy and young and alive, and I wonder, if Id been slower, if shed looked out the window that night…would I have looked to? To comfort her? To share that burden? Im glad I dont have to find out. We still live in that house, in that neighborhood. We still hear our whistler walking past every night. The blessings, the luck, the good things here are too good to leave. But were careful. We dont have friends over to spend the night anymore. And my dad hides the key to the blinds very, very well. Not that Ive gone looking. Some things you just dont need to look for.

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I will never not get goosebumps when he runs through the front lines. Blind eyes opened film imdb. Jesus opened blind eyes. Blind eyes opened preview. Very good mayur n also to his team very emotional documentary i like this video. Blind eyes opened (2020. You know the type of story: Somebody gets a new apartment or a new job, and finds a list of weird "rules" to follow. "If someone knocks at 3:11 A. M., meow like a cat but don't answer. If the copier starts when nobody's in the copy room, go to the break room for ten minutes. They break the rules, and awful things happen. One afternoon in my room, Bryan and I were showing each other our favorites on Reddit. He started making up rules for our dorm, Millard Hall. "If you see someone picking their nose. he said, chant, Snot, Snot, Thanks a lot. or you'll get their booger in your nose tomorrow. I laughed and tried one. "If you penny the door of room 307"—my room—"only use pennies dated 2002. Or what. Umm… You'll fall asleep in your next test. The fun of "lists of rules" stories is the weird consequences of breaking the rules. We started trying to think of scarier outcomes, and from there to scarier-sounding rules. Pretty soon Bryan started writing them down. He intended to post them in the lobby as a joke. It was me who suggested slipping them under the doors of freshmen. We were both Resident Assistants: He was RA for second floor north, I was RA for third floor south. So we had an excuse to roam the halls any time of night, and we had lists of which residents were freshmen. Double-plus-uncool behavior for RAs, obviously. But I only intended it as a joke. Over the next couple of days, I kept having to stifle giggles in class, as new rules popped into my head. After class Bryan and I compared notes, culling out the duds. Sometimes we didn't agree. He really wanted a classic "If someone knocks. rule, and I flatly refused, bored with them. We hammered out a final list: rules only, consequences left to the imagination. This is part of it, the ones that became important: Diet Pepsi At the Pepsi machine in the lobby, NEVER get a Diet Pepsi right after a Diet Mountain Dew. If you're not sure what the last can bought was, buy a Mug root beer first. That's always safe. Howler If somebody starts howling in the courtyard at about 2-3 a. m. on a Friday night (Saturday morning) don't turn on any lights. You can look out the window, but don't even turn on your phone or a flashlight. They're watching for lights. They find your room by counting windows. Oven Pizza Don't use the oven to reheat anything from Patsy's Pizza, not even sandwiches. Use the microwave. Even if it makes the crust soggy. Water Fountain Don't drink from the lobby water fountain whilst there's sunlight on the thumb button. This only happens near the winter solstice, early morning. Dollar Bill If you find a brand-new dollar bill tacked to your door, Series 2003A, serial number starting with J804, you can take it. But spend it OFF-CAMPUS. DON'T put it in the lobby bill-changer. Dropping in a church collection plate might be lucky. Movie Poster Sometimes a poster appears on the lobby bulletin board, always on GREEN PAPER. Free movie in Chalfont Auditorium, Tuesday at 7:30. Ignore them. They go away by morning. DON'T go to Chalfont Tuesday evening. Pay Phone The pay phone off the lobby hasn't been connected for years. But it still rings occasionally. Don't answer it. Orange Rules Sometimes rules like this appear, printed on HEAVY ORANGE PAPER. If you get one of those, for the love of God DON'T follow the "Room 307" or "Blue Bathroom" rules. I formatted them as a little tri-fold pamphlet and printed off about forty on plain white paper. One night we slipped about twenty under the doors of freshman-only rooms on various floors. The next day I kind of held my breath. But nobody said anything, and we spread about fifteen more that night. The second morning I saw a kid in the lobby with one of our pamphlets. He stopped Stella Palecki, RA for 3 North, and showed it to her. She read it through; I saw a couple of quickly-suppressed grins. She looked up and said deadpan, Yah? So. So are these for real. Can't say. They just show up. But the last time somebody broke one, we never saw him again. The kid left so wide-eyed he looked like a seventh-grader. Stella walked the other way, grinning to herself. I hadn't counted on another RA playing along, but it tickled me. I printed off another twenty or so, and a couple of nights later we spread them to rooms where a freshman and an upper-classman shared. People were talking a lot about them, and texting photos of them to each other. At the lobby Pepsi machine I heard one girl shout at another, Hey! Buy a Mug first. People walked faster past the disconnected pay phone, and checked the sunlight before drinking at the fountain. A Post-It appeared on the Pepsi machine that said, STICK ME ON THE LAST BUTTON PRESSED. Twice I saw somebody shift it to the Diet Mountain Dew button, just to be a dick. Bryan said somebody'd given him free root beer, not once but twice, because they didn't want to take a chance. Shawn Brown, RA for 2 South, caught me in the hall one day. "Beth, have you seen these. I looked at the pamphlet he handed me. Obviously much handled, with penciled notes here and there; I've heard of 'em, haven't seen one yet. Hey, that's my room number. I pointed at "Orange Rules. What an asshole. Yeah. Well, Mom Franks"—Millard's dorm mother—"said to keep an eye out for whoever's passing these out. There's a couple of people pretty upset about them. I felt a twinge of guilt (I remember how stressful freshman year was) and more than a twinge of nerves. This really wasn't good behavior for an RA, maybe even enough to get me or Bryan kicked out. A few people, skeptics and attention-seekers, were deliberately flaunting the rules. Bob Wester hung a Patsy's Pizza box on the oven door, and when a freshman ran in the kitchen all frantic about the rules, Bob's roommate slammed a textbook on a table right behind him. The freshman nearly peed himself. Rosie Crowell, RA for 1 North, made a point of waiting until somebody bought a Diet Dew before she'd buy her Diet Pepsi. Just plain annoyed at how many people took the rules seriously, she was trying to debunk them. And the next two Friday nights, well after midnight, some joker in the courtyard howled, Aahh- wooooo. loud enough to wake people. Having a courtyard window myself, I began to wish we'd skipped that particular rule. As nervous as I'd gotten, though, I wasn't done. I printed a poster for a 20th-anniversary showing of The Matrix, on green paper left from a high-school art project (I had about fifteen sheets of orange paper, too. When I snuck it onto the lobby bulletin board, freshmen who'd been settling down freaked all over again. I prepared a second version of the rules: different font, altered formatting, and two new rules: Blue Bathroom - If your suite bathroom suddenly has blue walls one day, prick your finger and spread a drop of blood around the rim of the sink - The bathroom will change back overnight. If you don't, either you or a suite mate will die within a month. Room 307 - If you penny the door of room 307 with pennies dated 2002, you will come into money within a week - at least 125. I finished off my orange paper printing these, but I didn't slip them under doors. Instead I kind of dropped them here and there: lying on the stairs, in the kitchen microwave, tucked between lobby couch cushions. Soon people were arguing about them. I got a big kick out of threatening doom to whoever put my room number in the rules. I did more random hall prowls at odd hours, looking" for the perpetrators. It was perfect camouflage for my guilty secret. Even better: Someone really did penny my door! If you've never lived in a dorm, know that the room doors open inward. Take two pennies (or three, depending on the door's fit) slide them up to the gap between the door and the metal frame right above the knob, then hammer them into the gap. Pressure on the door latch makes it nearly impossible to turn the knob or, if the door's locked, to draw the deadbolt. In the middle of the night I heard two hard whams on my door; pretty common when people get rowdy. But in the morning I couldn't open my door. I called Bryan, who came across to check. "Yeah, it's pennies. And they're hammered right in there, not gonna be prying them out. Well, for some students, especially women, that might have been a problem. But I keep a small tool kit, so it only took me a couple of minutes to knock the hinge pins out. Bryan shoved the entire door into my room a few inches. I heard the dull tink of pennies falling, and murmuring from women who'd gathered. "Yeah, they're 2002. Bryan said. "2002-D. I heard gasps of fear. Bryan helped me wrestle the heavy door back onto its hinges. "So we just watch for whoever gets a chunk of cash all of a sudden. I said, and they can pay the school fine. I glared at the gathered women. "This's a safety violation, not just a prank. What if there'd been a fire and I couldn't get my door open. Not really a big concern, the walls and floors are all concrete, but I wanted to keep up my annoyed facade. "But that's an orange rule. a red-haired freshman protested. "You aren't supposed to follow them. Something bad's gonna happen to them. another girl said. "Serves 'em right. I grumped, winking at Bryan. I had one more escalation waiting. The "Dollar Bill" description wasn't random: I had about twenty like that, left from forty my dad had given me as a kid, to buy snacks while at church camp. I'd loved the crisp new bills so well I'd avoided spending them. Now I dedicated four to the cause, tacking them to the doors of people who'd been skeptical, like Rosie Crowell and a freshman named Celia. By the next afternoon, everybody in the dorm had seen one. Celia, a plump pretty Hispanic girl, was amused, but Rosie was distinctly rattled. "You can't just run to the ATM and get brand-new sixteen-year-old bills. she pointed out. She said she'd take hers to church. But Rosie continued to call the rules a prank. So when her Diet Pepsi tried to kill her, it scared the shit out of me. She'd made a point, again, of waiting until somebody bought a Diet Dew before getting her DP, and she'd nearly made herself late for class. So she popped the can, chugged it down, and tossed it in the recycle bin before heading out the door. From my seat in the lobby I heard screaming. Running to the door, I saw Rosie bent over. She'd dropped her pack and sat down cradling her hands, which looked swollen and red. By the time I got down the steps, her fingernails were spurting blood. She was scraping her Nikes on the sidewalk. I bent and unfastened them. I could barely pull the shoes off, her feet were so swollen; her half socks were already sodden red. People were dialing 911. Rosie passed out before the ambulance arrived. Later we heard she got transfusions and drugs to lower her blood pressure. Stella Palecki called Bryan, because I was hysterical. Bryan found me sitting on the blood-spattered sidewalk, one Nike still beside me. I kept crying, They're not real! They're all fake. Fortunately, I didn't say, We made them up. or some such; I came across as disbelieving, not guilty. Bryan hustled me up to my room, and I told him what had happened. He took it a lot better than I did, even though at this point we still didn't know but what Rosie bled out in the ambulance. "What'd I do. I kept asking him. "What'd I do. You didn't do nothing. he said. "Hush up. It's not your fault. I let myself be soothed, that time. But it was hard to convince myself of that when Celia Flores lost three fingers feeding one of my dollar bills to the snack machine. She wanted a cinnamon roll, so she fed in two dollars. Four people nearby said when the second bill sucked in, the machine attacked her. They all told it differently, but it came to this: The panel with the coin slot and push buttons opened up and grabbed her right arm. She tried to pull loose, and it closed on her fingers, chopping off all but her index finger and thumb. Three of them said the machine growled. Two said they heard weird music from it. Two said the room lights dimmed and turned blue. That afternoon I wrapped the rest of my 2003 dollar bills in the rest of my green paper, stuck them in an envelope, and mailed them home. I deleted all the rules files off my laptop, then ran an app to scrub deleted files. I didn't get Bryan's reaction. He was shocked at Celia's injury, but at the same time he seemed excited. We'd dated for over a year, but I began to wonder about him. Friday night I was in Bryan's room working on Psychology when a freshman, all upset, knocked at the open door. Oh, shit, I thought; what now? But he was asking if Bryan could help his roommate with a scholarship problem. "There's a whole office for that in Admin. Bryan said. "But they're gonna kick him out—he's gotta find three thousand dollars this week. Huh? Slow down, what's wrong. The roommate, Mark, had lost a state scholarship, from misreporting something on his application. But the money was already paid to the school for this semester. Now the state wanted their money back, and the dumb kid was about to get kicked out. Bryan asked an obvious question. "Why are you coming to me. Mark's too freaked out. He broke a rule. I froze, but Bryan burst out laughing. Mark pennied room 307! Didn't he. The kid looked guiltily at me, obviously knowing who I was. "Yeah. he admitted. "And a week later he gets a letter from the state. He was almost sniffling. "I told him it was an orange rule. Bryan wasn't just excited, now; he was absolutely hilarious. He chased off the freshman and took one of our original pamphlets off his desk (nothing incriminating; as RAs we'd both collected them. He went down the list, checking some rules, crossing out others, putting a question marks on a couple. "Nah, that's bullshit. he muttered; that one; maybe that one. I jerked the list away. "What's wrong with you? People are getting hurt! Rosie lost her fingernails; Celia lost fingers! Don't you care. Yeah, I care, but it's not your fault, so don't get flaky. I couldn't stand him in that mood. I went back to my room to sleep alone. I woke to the most blood-chilling sound I've ever heard. It was a howl, but way more than that. It went up and down like a yowling cat; it growled and screamed and hooted and wailed. It echoed in the courtyard like the ambulance that had carried off Celia, but I could tell it was a single voice. It wasn't human, but at the same time no one animal should have made all those noises. I knew I should go to the window, try to see who it was—the courtyard's brightly lit—but that horrible howl froze me to my bed. I pulled a blanket over my head and shivered. Then bounced right in the air when somebody pounded on my door. "Beth! Beth! Wake up. I kicked off the covers and grabbed my phone: 3:07 Saturday. Oh, shit. The girl at the door was a freshman named Carla, half frantic, in T-shirt and panties. "Rayma turned on the light! I told her not to, but she opened the window and called whatever it was an asshole. I tried to reassure her, but I was too damn scared to be convincing. "Can I stay in your room? I can't stay there. So I let her sleep on my spare bed, wrapped in my giant bath towel. After the sun came up we went to her room. Rayma, a junior, was gone. I said, She probably went to breakfast early. but Carla said Rayma always slept late on weekends. She didn't show up that day, or the next; she hasn't been seen since. I should have made Carla bring Rayma to my room, too. Bryan and I weren't speaking any more. If I'd thought there was anything anybody could do, I'd have confessed to Mom Franks. But there was no explanation for what was happening. We'd made up completely bogus rules, and now people were disappearing and being hurt. But Bryan still acted like it was all a joke. I'd thoughtlessly carried off the list of rules he'd marked up, the one I'd snatched from him. He'd checked or put a question mark on several; they're the ones I listed at the beginning. By now, I'd seen or heard of most of them affecting somebody. Then the rules came after me. The Tuesday morning after Rayma disappeared, I shuffled into the bathroom for my shower. Millard Hall used to be men-only, with big communal bathrooms, then was remodeled into suites, each with two double bedrooms and a shared bath. But the RA rooms, next to the stairs, have just one bedroom and a tiny bathroom. I turned on the shower, grabbed my hairbrush, and started yanking my hair around, waiting for the water to warm up. Looking in the mirror, I realized the wall beside me was blue. The walls in Millard are all a dirty white, the kind that never looks clean. The shower and the cabinets still were. But the concrete-block walls were a pale, powdery blue. I shot out of the bathroom like a spitwad from a straw. The pocket of my robe caught on the doorknob and ripped open. I stood shaking in the middle of my room, trying to remember if I'd seen the walls last night, if anybody could have been in my room. Well, Mom Franks could have been; she had a master key. But the RAs don't get them; if there's a bad problem we have to get her. I sniffed the air. Paint smell lasts for days, and my room smelled just like always. Oh, god, were blue walls an orange rule or not? I couldn't remember. I pulled out the pamphlets I'd collected. "Blue Bathroom" an orange rule. The white rules said to ignore the orange rules, but "Blue Bathroom" said if I didn't do the right thing, either you or a suite mate will die within a month. As an RA, I didn't have any suite mates. If it hadn't been for Mark and his lost scholarship, I might have broken down and bloodied my sink. Bless you, Mark, you poor dumbass. I shuddered at a sudden recollection: Just after I printed the orange rules, I imagined it would be hilarious if an orange rule said, Don't obey the white-paper rules Oven Pizza or Water Fountain. If I'd actually included that, I wouldn't know which rules to trust, Mark or no Mark. Wednesday morning my bathroom was dirty white again, and I cried with relief. But Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were rough in Millard Hall. Everybody, freshman to seniors, had shared copies of the rules on their phones, and everybody checked them frequently. When the disconnected pay phone rang Wednesday evening, a girl in the hall screamed and a guy in the lobby fainted. Thursday somebody visiting from Gartner Hall made the mistake of answering the pay phone; whatever he heard made him beat his ear to a bloody pulp with the handset, until he knocked himself out. Some jerk got caught shuffling the Post-It on the Pepsi machine, and a girl knocked him right out with a Calculus textbook. A dozen people saw her do it, but nobody "recognized" who it was. Somebody clogged the spout of the water fountain with superglue. Bob Wester's roommate rewarmed a Patsy's cheese pizza in the kitchen oven, took one bite, then started throwing up blood and huge earthworms. And Friday afternoon somebody else got a bad Diet Pepsi, and was taken away, blood gushing from his hands and feet. Just after midnight on Friday I was startled awake by knocking. "Shit. I did not want to hear what was wrong now. I jerked open the door, and there stood Bryan, my ex-boyfriend. "What are you doing here. Though the dorms are coed, we aren't supposed to have opposite-sex visitors in our rooms overnight. I mostly turn a blind eye to discreet overnights, but for RAs the rule is especially important, since we get called out at any hour. He pushed his way in like I'd invited him. "Somebody's gonna talk to you soon. he said. "You've got to say the right thing. Oh, shit, did Admin find out about us. I pulled on jeans and a flannel shirt, not wanting to talk to him in panties and tee. "Nobody in the school has a damn clue. I'm talking about the Circle. They're witches, a gang of witches. I laughed out loud. "Witches. You're not from around here. You wouldn't laugh if you were. It's true; a lot of the local kids believe in all sorts of weird shit. They say in the '70s a kid was killed right outside Millard Hall, taken right off the street by a monster from the bird sanctuary. "So, what, some Wiccans did all this shit with our rules. Wicca is bullshit for kids. These are real witches, hill magic that really works. And I'm trying to join them. You? You're gonna be a warlock. Warlock's an insult. I'll be—I am a witch. And this is, like, kind of an audition for the Circle. I mean, at first it was a joke, but then I decided I could use them. I just looked confused. "I did it. Bryan said. "I made a spell, that made our rules work, to show the Circle I could. He pointed a finger at me. "Somebody from the Circle's gonna find you in the next few days. You can tell them—" Live in dorms long enough, you learn to scream in a whisper. You shithead! Do you know how many people you've hurt. That's part of it. Witches can't be bound by human rules. I raved at him, keeping my voice low to not wake my neighbors. He just laughed off my fury and insisted I tell the Circle how he and I made up the rules between us. I raved some more; even without raising my voice I was getting hoarse. Then my fear of waking people came to squat, because some drunk bitch came upstairs yelling and slamming doors. Bryan wouldn't leave after that, afraid he'd get caught, but I made him use the spare bed. "You're not ever touching me again. I said. I didn't even undress to sleep. I spent a long time lying awake, angry and scared and wondering if Bryan was just nuts. Witchcraft couldn't be real, but how else could joke rules make people lose fingers and barf worms and disappear in the night? I finally dozed; that godawful hooting wailing howl in the courtyard woke me up. "No lights. I heard Bryan hiss. "I know. I hissed back. "It's my floor that lost somebody, dipshit. I went to the window and looked out, trusting the rules that it was safe. I couldn't see anybody, but I couldn't see the whole courtyard, and who knew but what the Howler was invisible? I didn't let Bryan see the phone in my hand. Quickly, before I changed my mind, I pressed it flat against the glass and hit the power button, and held it there until the screen went back off. Grabbing my keys and my Crocs, I told Bryan, I'm going downstairs. Don't fuck with my stuff. I left the door unlocked on my way out; I don't really know if that mattered to the Howler or not. That was three days ago. Nobody's seen Bryan since. I thought if the Howler got Bryan, the spell or curse or whatever he put on the dorm would go away. But today the old pay phone rang again, and I barely stopped a kid from answering. So now I'm hoping somebody from the Circle, whoever they are, really will come talk to me. Maybe they can remove the curse. Does anybody on here know how to undo a curse like this? I haven't been able to get into Bryan's room, to see if he left any instructions or formulas or anything; maybe I can convince Mom Franks I left some personal stuff in there. Maybe from now on we'll have to give everyone in Millard a real list of rules. Update: I've met somebody from the Circle. DTS.

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