Dark Horror Tales

While this year has been horrible, the horror movies that came out, have been a little decent if a little inept at providing adequate scares. The Conjuring 2 This was one of the most awaited movies of the year. The sequel of the hit and terrifying movie The Conjuring, this was supposed to surpass all our expectations and deliver a horror story that would give us sleepless nights. Instead, what we got was an almost laughable first half and a confused second half. Save for the one scene with the nun, the rest of the movie was insipid and didn’t flow as smoothly as its predecessor. The only thing I appreciated in the movie is the idea that not all demon hauntings are real. Sometimes, it is the people who are haunted by their own inner demons. People who come from tragic backgrounds, often find themselves a victim of a mental disorder and not a demon. The movie asked a very important question: Are hauntings real or just a figment of an imagination of

 I think sometimes the reason I like Horror so much is because the things that are scarier than monsters under the bed, or demons hiding in the shadows, is the conflict we feel within ourselves. Our feelings can hurt us; actually break our hearts and destroy our lives. The monsters under our bed, they’re probably not real. Even if they are, the harm they cause us won’t last as long as a broken heart does. One doesn’t really recover from a broken heart so readily. It can last days, months and sometimes even years. It’s a torture that we inflict on ourselves because we cannot control who we feel for and who matters to us. When those feelings are not reciprocated, the hurt is far worse than any physical injury. It’s about living with gloom, the persistent ache in the chest, the feeling of despair that nothing could come close to what you felt for that person. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. The fear of falling for someone and ending up with such a suff

For days, I had this amazing idea to work on a story, but either something would impede my plans to write, or I would lack the inspiration to open up my laptop. I had a basic idea but no beginning and definitely no ending. All I had was a character, flawed and about to make the biggest mistake of her life. Of course, like in every story she would learn to forgive herself. How I will be able to cope with the obstacles I'll write for her, I'll have to see, but finally... Yes, finally I wrote the first chapter. There are two ways I can go with and I'll try to go down a path that is challenging but not complicated. Write what you know about, that is an advice I shall always heed. Now I'm off to imagine and re-imagine my story. So excited!!