Daily Speedpaints (5 of 25) (part 2 here) - Stefan Koidl
Event Horizon (1997) Directed by Paul W.S. Anderson
Ludwig The Accursed
i thought that “vein jewelry” was going to be. jewelry designed to look like veins, maybe? jewelry made out of real animal veins, at worst. it’s. it’s not.
vein jewelry is jewelry you insert into your veins
there should be a german word for when you prepare to experience horror, but are still somehow shocked by how it plays out
A rare 1-parter!
There is still an addendum tho
Mandy (2018) Directed by Panos Cosmatos
signs of an approaching tornado:
your mouth inexplicably fills with rainwater
the creaks that sneak out of your stairs when you walk down them are suddenly short bursts of a siren only you can hear
the sunlight comes in from odd angles lighting up everything you didn’t want to see
your ceiling gets as dark and thick as thunder clouds
you open your cabinets to find only hail golf ball sized spilling onto your floor
everyone decides to go to church instead of down to their basement
it seems like your neighbor has been mowing his lawn for hours maybe days
the corn is whispering more than usual
you can’t understand anything the weatherman is saying but when you look through your neighbors’ windows you notice they’re glued to their screens reciting every word of the forecast as if they already knew
the air turns yellow green and when you look into a mirror you find that the color has stained your own skin
it gets so humid you start to choke
there are terrifying noises in the middle of the night and you tell yourself it’s just the old abandoned barns succumbing to the high winds
as you drive out on the highway trying to escape you keep passing the same billboard
HELL IS REAL
you can’t figure out how you keep passing the same billboard if you’re driving in a straight line
there’s something in the air, a new kind of precipitation, old white paint chips signal that decay is approaching faster than you thought
you forget what rain smells like and the air gets stale like your dad’s breath after a couple of beers
don’t worry the farmer’s market is still open
there’s less roadkill than usual, death is busy with more pressing engagements during a natural disaster
the canadian geese stand in the middle of a field as if they’ll never move again
when the tornado finally comes, you forget all your prayers and only wind spills out of your mouth
the "it's just the wind/creaky floorboards/wild animals" horror cliche hits different when you don't live in the city
Because it is my Guilt, I claim you, Grievous Miracle.
Make my chest hurt with regret.
Forge your punishment and nail it deep.
Shape my Guilt, once again.