Celia’s Must-Watch Halloween Movies
Paranormal movies are on my family’s binge-list for Halloween month. Here are our top picks for you this year. Enjoy!
1. Alien (1979) - That first glimpse of the alien… Aaaah! Sigourney Weaver rocks.
2. The Lost Boys (1987) - Naughty vampires. A must-see, dark-comedy horror cult classic.
3. The Shining (1980) - Seriously spooky hotel. Psychological horror both riveting and haunting.
4. Poltergeist (1982) - A majorly haunted house. That bathroom mirror scene…shudder!
5. A Nightmare On Elm Street (1984) - Freddy Kreuger and those claws...don’t fall asleep! Ah!
6. The Ring (2002) / Ringu (1998) - A cursed videotape…creepy crawling girl!
7. Candyman (1992) - Urban legends can be super scary! Don’t say his name…
8. Cloverfield (2008) – A monster in NYC! A struggle to survive, seen via handheld camera.
9. Shaun of the Dead (2004) - Zombies! Super funny, a little scary and 100% worth a watch.
10. The Cabin In The Woods (2012) - Horror comedy at its finest from the fab Joss Whedon. For example: “Yeah, uh, I had to dismember that guy with a trowel. What have you been up to?” and, “Hey, shh, no. I totally get it. I’m sorry I let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.”
“Think he’s dead?” The whispered question quieted his internal whining.
Nice voice. Soft and smooth, like velvet. Feminine. Clearly, he wasn’t alone.
“He sure looks dead.” A second woman replied, louder and with a chuckle.
He suppressed a scowl and kept his eyes closed. She thinks this is funny?
Bodies shifted behind whatever his head had cracked into, edging closer to either side of him.
“There’s no blood, though,” she of the velvet voice murmured. “Shouldn’t there be blood? […].”
Ah, their business neighbor. She came to a halt near his head, her body heat and peaches-and-honey scent saturating his senses. He should open his peepers and say something, see if the female looked as good as she sounded and smelled.
Shit. Where had that reaction come from? He had no room in his life for a woman, especially not a mortal woman.
“Maybe we should check for a pulse,” the one Peaches had called Maya suggested.
“I’m not touching his body.”
Fast reply from Peaches. Jesus, did he look so horrible? And double Jesus, why did her opinion matter? He must have hit his head harder than he imagined.
“C’mon, girlfriend. It’s a big, beautiful body. How can you not want to get your hands on it?”
Listen to your girlfriend, Peaches. No. Wait. Belay that order.
“Really, M? One-track mind much?”
He tensed to haul his ass upward, but a soft, gentle hand landed on his shoulder, feather light, then slid down his bare arm, kicking up a riot of electric sensation along his skin. He should move, but damn if he didn’t want to see what she would do next. Or touch next.
Warm fingers palpated his inner wrist, right over his madly beating pulse. Racing for her? A human female he hadn’t even laid eyes on? Shit. […]
Eyes shooting wide, he sat up.