Thursday, November 15, 2012


Penelope Crowe, talented author of ABSORBED & 100 UNFORTUNATE DAYS asked me to be part of The Next Big could I say no? After my interview, please find links to other Amazingly Creative Souls which I've tagged and are also part of the fun.

What is the working title of your next book?

I have two books coming out very soon. WISHBONE II and EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

WISHBONE came about when my friend was in a horrific motorcycle accident and was bedridden and bored. I had recently seen a B-Horror Film that was embarrassingly bad. It was about some little furry animal that turned on man. After the movie a friend asked what they could possibly come up with next. I tried to think of the least dangerous animal and said Killer Chickens...joke over, I began to think of ways a chicken could possibly kill you. The only thought that came to mind was choking...bones...WISHBONE! The wheels began to spin and WISHBONE was slow roasting in my mind's oven. A short time later, my friend had this accident and I began telling him a story off the cuff, bedside, to keep him busy...and so WISHBONE was born.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER came about when I was watching an afternoon talk show. They had given a major makeover (including plastic surgery) to a young woman who had been in prison for murdering her molester  She was the product of lifelong bullying and molested daily by someone she should have been able to trust. Now released from juvenile prison, she was receiving this makeover to help her to begin a new life. However, I turned to my husband and said "Does anyone else see that look in her eye when she talks about the bullying she endured in school?" Seriously, this chick had already killed once (however justified), she looked like she would do it again in a heartbeat- a sinister, tweaked out look in her forever damaged soul. EYE OF THE BEHOLDER began to piece together right then and there. I wrote the novel in 2000 but never did anything with it. I recently pulled it out from the boxes beneath my bed and cut it back from it's 547 pages to more of a novella, focusing mostly on the protagonist verses the supporting characters and police drama. It was fun to write and equally fun to re-write. I'm putting it out mostly to hold readers over until WISHBONE II comes out.

What genre does your book fall under?

WISHBONE is a mind-bending horror-thriller. It's mature horror, not slasher or gratuitous gore...more like The Sixth Sense, Premonition, Shutter Island, or The Butterfly Effect. There's a very strong thread of contemporary drama and complexity of relationships throughout WISHBONE, much more so than the horror aspect, but with a supernatural twist. I've been very blessed by fantastic reviews and a steadily growing and loyal readership; I hope WISHBONE II will give readers the same satisfaction the first installment has.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER is a true thriller. There is nothing supernatural about it and the horror is purely human. I like writing real-feel characters that you (hopefully) can't help but forgive for their sins.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

For WISHBONE, no one can bring the character of Julien Grenier to life better than Olivier Martinez. 

For the character of Jerome; the manifestation of Julien's darkest fears and memories who is manipulated by Sarah as punishment, there is a phenomenal French actor named Moussa Maaskri whom I wrote this character for. 

I would really like to see Francis Conroy in the role of Arlette, and Richard Attenborough as Dr. Lind. Other than this, the rest of the cast is up for grabs

For EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, I have no preference and, to be honest, I've never allowed myself to clearly envision the main character, Panda. She's faceless to me. I don't know why, but perhaps she is the product of a little bit of every on of us.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

WISHBONE...Be Careful What You WISH For.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER...Do you remember what you said to her? She Does.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER, will definitely be released by VIVID DREAMS PRESS, as was the first WISHBONE book. WISHBONE II is currently being held back as decisions are being made. We're not sure yet.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I wrote WISHBONE in three months from start to final edit. WISHBONE II was written in about two months. EYE OF THE BEHOLDER (in it's current length) took me three weeks; the original full-length version took about four months.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

WISHBONE has been compared to Misery, Pet Sematary, Carrie, The Shining, The Monkey's Paw.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER would be in a similar category to The Dexter Series.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

WISHBONE is slated to hit the Big Screen! The screen adaption is in the early stages of development and will be filming in 2013. It was also Amazon's #2 TOP RATED Horror-Thriller. It is consistently receiving 5 Star reviews and referred to as a Must-Read and a True Page-Turner.



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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

He Saw Dead People - Christopher Paul Guest Post

To Follow is the True Account of Christopher Paul, who wonders to this day, decades later, What He Saw...

     Just for the record, I’d like to state that I’m not the person who usually writes this blog. I’m just a guest star – sort of like Barbie Benton on an old episode of Fantasy Island. Or The Love Boat. She was on both – a lot. But this blog is about horror, and as bad as Barbie Benton’s acting was, she just doesn't qualify.

     I considered a number of potential topics to explore here – mostly about movies, such as analyzing the film Alien as a haunted house film set on a poorly-lit, decrepit spaceship instead of in a poorly-lit, decrepit domicile – but then I decided that it might be better to speak from personal experience. I’m going to tell you about something that happened to me, a long time ago. It was when I was very young. and it was the only time that I believe that I saw a non-human entity – although there was that weird guy on the subway this morning…

     I was about five-years old. My grandmother had taken me with her to run errands – the bank, the supermarket, etc. One of the stops was at the house of this woman she knew. The woman was a seamstress, and my grandmother was having some sewing done – having my grandfather’s pants hemmed or something. When we arrived, my grandmother started conversing with the woman, and we ended up standing there for some time. 

     I started looking around, but there was nothing there to interest me, so I quickly became bored. Then, another woman arrived, who also had some business with the seamstress. She wasn't alone. A little girl was following behind her. I couldn't get a look at her face, but she was about my height, so I assumed she was about my age. She wore a bright red woolen coat, like a pea coat. She had straight brown hair, neck length. I seem to remember a brown hat, like a beret, but I’m not certain about that detail – it might have just been her hair.

     The three women were gathered like hens, busily and contentedly chatting about whatever it is that grandmother-types chat about. So, deciding that I would get some of my own mojo going, I walked up to the little girl and said, “Hi!” That was when she turned to face me. . .and I received the shock of my young life.
Her face was not human.


 It had all the right parts, but it was unlike any face that I have ever seen, before or since. She looked old, and when I say old, I mean old – not like an 80-year old, or even a 100-year old. She looked the way I would imagine a 200-year old to look. Her face was lined with deep wrinkles, but they were strange wrinkles, running vertically down her face. And her eyes – they were too small, and round, and very dark. It sounds like a cliché, but the word “beady” comes to mind. Years later, when I saw Jaws, a line spoken by Quint, describing a shark’s eyes - “dead eyes, like a doll’s eyes” - would remind me of hers.

     I was taken aback, but I had been taught well by my parents – I had been told that when one encountered a person who was disabled or somehow deformed, one should simply treat them like everyone else. So, rapidly recovering from my initial shock, I said, “My name’s Chris. What’s yours?”

     There was no reply. The girl just stared at me, her strange eyes boring into mine. What’s more, she did not look happy. Her stare was angry, a venomous stare filled with malice. At that point, I backed off, stood by my grandmother’s side, and watched this girl, who never spoke a word, from a more comfortable distance. 

     When we finally left, I asked my grandmother, “Grandma, what was wrong with that little girl?” My grandmother looked at me, puzzled.

     “What little girl?”, she replied.

     “The one who came in with that other lady. She had a weird face!”
     “Christopher, that lady was alone!”

     “No she wasn't  There was this little girl in a red coat following her. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't say anything, and her face was all wrinkled and weird-looking!”

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

     And so it continued, all through the ride home. I couldn't understand how my grandmother could have failed to notice this little girl – particularly given her unusual qualities. Also, she was wearing a bright red coat - how could my grandmother have failed to notice her presence? Her eyes weren't that bad!

     When we got back to my house, I told my mother the story. My grandmother, however, was still mystified. "Vera," she said to my mother, "I don't know what he's talking about! There was no little girl!"

     I stuck to my story. My mother, most likely in an effort to appease me, said, "Well, maybe Grandma just didn't notice her."

     "But what about her face? What was wrong with it?"

     "Maybe she had been in a fire," she responded diplomatically. 

And that was the end of it.

     I still don't know what I saw. A ghost? Perhaps the spirit of a dead daughter or sister? Or was it something more exotic - something we would call a demon, or an alien, or an interdimensional entity of some sort. And why was it following that woman? Was it sucking her life energy out of her like a psychic vampire? I wonder to this day. . . did that woman sicken and die of some horrible illness soon after I saw her? And that nasty stare the "girl" gave me, like a vicious wild animal. . .I now believe I understand why she seemed so angry. She was unhappy that I could see her. She did not want to be noticed.

     It is said that children and animals can see things that adult humans cannot. Anyone who has owned a pet has likely seen their cat's gaze following something unseen through the air, or their dog barking and growling ominously at a corner of the room, a corner which to our eyes contains nothing at all. Children see and hear things beyond normal human ken as well. 

     Although I never again saw anything like what I saw that day, I had a few later experiences where I believe, to this day, that I was in the presence of something, some kind of other, something not human. I'm not convinced that all of these things which people think of as ghosts are truly the lingering spirits of the departed. For example, there are "recordings" - cases in which non-interactive ghostly images are seen performing the same action repeatedly, such as descending a staircase. These, in my opinion, are not actual hauntings at all, but simply a kind of naturally-occurring hologram, most likely due to the presence of flowing water running through crystalline rock strata beneath the site of manifestation. In the case of interactive hauntings, I think that in many cases, they are some form of interdimensional entity that extracts a sort of enjoyment out of deceiving us, making us believe that they are our dead Aunt Harriet, but all the time laughing at us. This is a theory originated by renowned paranormal investigator John Keel, author of The Mothman Prophecies, who referred to it as "the Trickster phenomenon". I think they might feed on our heightened emotional states - fear, happiness, sadness. Maybe they attach themselves to individuals and affect their brain chemistry, causing mental issues such as depression, then feasting on our misery like vultures on a rotting carcass. Remember that one epithet for Satan is "the Great Deceiver", and another is "the Prince of Lies". And no one - to my knowledge - has ever gotten good advice out of a ouija board.
And sometimes, sitting in the dark, I wonder. . .do I have some little imp following me? Do you? Do we all?

Happy Halloween!

Monday, September 17, 2012

My Visit to The Amityville Horror House

 The original Amityville Horror is one of my all time favorite films. Perhaps, growing up in New York, the true life murders committed at 112 Ocean Ave on the South Shore of Long Island, by the eldest son of the Defeo Family (owners of Defeo Cadillac), was my initial fascination - they were a traditional Italian America family, as was mine...who knows what gets a kid fascinated by creepy stuff -  anyway... 

The film definitely left an impact on me and my writing. Who can ever forget James Brolin running back to that house in the rain for Harry the dog, nevertheless...the flies...the hand smashing window, the fireplace, THE BABY SITTER LOCKED IN THE CLOSET!!! 

All of it great stuff! So of course, one of my fondest memories in life is of my brief visit to that feared and famed abode many years ago...

At the time I was still with my Ex, a rock musician. They tend to want big, outlandish toys and it was the very early 90's when the trend was for the MTV elite to buy spooky mansions...Trent Reznor was living in the Tate/Labianca house...I think Jimmy Page had the Alistair Crowley mansion...and so on. 

Having always been fascinated with The Amityville Horror lure, the true life DeFeo family murders and the supposed Lutz family haunting on Ocean Avenue, when I heard the house was for up for sale (and I happened to be selling a place in NY at the time myself) we decided to take a ride and have a look, and even potentially buy the place - we were young (I think I was 21 or 22 at the time). 

The Realtor agreed to meet us on a Sunday evening at something like 6pm. We arrived at the property early and at that time they had not yet built the giant wall/fences which hide the house today and it was still frequently visited by freaks and gawkers (the REAL reason no one ever lived there for long, I'm sure). 

The ornate Dutch Colonial is on a huge lot  and the back yard had a boat house that sits on the water. We walked around laughing and creeping each other out... he spent the better part of the tour trying to scare me, of course. So finally it's 6 and the Realtor isn't pulling up so we think maybe she's already inside and we go back around to the front and there's a note on the door saying the key is in the box and to have a look and call her if we're interested or have any questions. 

So right there, of course he starts with, she's afraid of the house and doesn't want to show it to know, like turning it into something scary, when in reality, it was Sunday night! She was probably with her family and sick and tired of idiots like us dragging her to this house most likely just to gawk. Anyway, we go in and the house is incredible! (In some ways it probably (unintentionally) serves as a subtle muse for the Kings Hollow house in my horror-thriller, WISHBONE). Ornate old wood, large staircase, intricate molding...a really cool old house. 

When you first walk in the stairs are in front of you and slightly to the right and the first room to your left is a dining room, to your right the living room, and past the staircase directly ahead of the front door is the kitchen. So we look around downstairs and continue with the giggling and spooky crap. He wanted to check out the basement but it turned in to one of those YOU GO FIRST...NO YOU GO...NO YOU! So I said let's go upstairs first. 

The second floor had a lot of small rooms and finally we get to one where I can see the boathouse from the window and I said, I think this is the room where the kid's hand supposedly got smashed by the window and... (He pipes in)...The Flies. As God is my if on cue...a FREAKIN FLY (loud as hell, in that empty, echo-y room) comes buzzing by my face and lands on the glass window which I'm standing beside. 

So half laughing, half freakin-the-hell-out, I'm like, I'm out'a here! And he's saying Nooo...don't be silly and trying to act all cool. I took off like a bat out'a hell and practically flew down the stairs to the front door (I don't think my boots even touched the ground), and when I went to turn and call back for him (as I'm opening the door) he slams in to the back of me (freakin, Mr. Macho was terrified to be left up there alone!). The two of us are  fumbling with the doorknob (more like an episode of Abbot & Costello than a horror flick!). We get the door open and scurry out of there at top speed. 

We sat in the car for like ten minutes before finding the balls to take the key back in and lock up (as the note instructed). We left, and of course, never bought the house. Now, I wish I the time it was dirt cheap, in need of some TLC, but exquisite, and is surely worth millions today. 

Can someone get Jimmy some cooler undies? 

As for the flies...I'm sure it was one solitary fly but once I saw that thing I was positive there would be hundreds of its friends on that glass seconds later and I was not about to wait around to find out. 

That visit was truly one of the greatest, most fun memories of my life! 
I will never forget that day.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

WISHBONE's Jerome...His Back Story (and Poor Excuse)

Readers often ask for more information about WISHBONE's manipulated (and volatile) manifestation, Jerome Grenier, father of Protagonist, Julien. 

Jerome haunts Julien's nightmares and is inevitably manifested to teach Julien a lesson or two (or three!), keeping him in line. Here is some back story on Jerome... Perhaps he is a bit misunderstood.

Jerome & Gabrielle

Jerome was a French Boxing Champion. He came from hard working farmers...a successful dairy farm, but not wealthy by any means. One could say...from the wrong side of the tracks

As a champ, Jerome met Gabrielle through a friend who had brought her to a boxing match (a popular Friday night event in mid-sixties Paris). Gabrielle was beautiful (He called her his Princess). For a beat up, aging boxer, he never would have dreamed a stunning angel like Gabrielle would look at him twice, but she had and she loved him dearly. 

Gabrielle was diminutive beside Jerome's hulking frame, yet one look from Gabrielle would bring Jerome jumping to her every command. At first, her family was not pleased by their union. Her father owned a chocolat shoppe in Paris and did well providing for his family. He wanted his daughter to meet an educated man who would care for her with equal or better means than she had been raised. Regardless, Jerome won Gabrielle's family over quickly. Jerome was gregarious and could tell a story that would hold the ears of even the loudest room. Most of all, Gabrielle's father quickly realized that no one would love, protect, and care for Gabrielle more than Jerome Grenier. They were married.

When Gabrielle became pregnant, it was the second happiest moment in Jerome's life (second only to the first moment his eyes met Gabrielle's). Jerome retired from boxing and moved Gabrielle to the dairy farm where he would be working alongside his father. Gabrielle took to the country immediately. She loved everything about it and especially long days of baking  and making cheese 
with her mother-in-law which reminded her of working with her father at the chocolat shoppe. 

At night, together in bed, Jerome would regularly ask her, "Are you happy here? We can live in Paris." Gabrielle would softly laugh, her tiny hand dwarfed by his calloused palm; she would press it to her belly, "Say goodnight to your son, Jerome." Jerome asked again and again how she knew the baby would be a boy, but she would only say she knew

A few months into her pregnancy she began referring to the baby as Julien and Jerome followed without question. The thought of having a son so overwhelmed Jerome and he couldn't wait to do all the things he had done with his own father, now with Julien.

One evening Jerome was out in the field repairing a fence at the end of a long work day when his father called to him, "Jerome! It's time." Jerome hurried back to the house where the mid-wife had already arrived. From the salon Jerome could hear his wife cry. He paced and paced and stepped outside to smoke hand rolled tobacco cringing at the sound of Gabrielle bringing their son into the world. It pained him to hear her and as her screams became more dire he left the porch. 

Pacing on the dirt pathway he could not escape Gabrielle's agony until everything ceased and stillness fell upon the farm. He stopped pacing and froze still, he looked back to the house and waited to hear his son's voice for the very first time when seconds later, he did. 

A missing toothed grin from ear to ear he bounded toward the porch steps but before he could reach them, his father stepped out with the baby swaddled in a soft white blanket held snug in his arms; his mother followed and dropped to her knees, genuflecting and sobbing as she gripped the chipped wood railing. 

Jerome was confused...he took a few steps closer and slowly came up the stairs. Through the screen door he saw the midwife in the middle of the salon, her face cupped in her hands as she bawled. His father reached up and placed one hand on Jerome's shoulder as if to stop him from entering the house. The baby began to wail in his grandfather's arms and Jerome knew his beautiful Gabrielle was gone forever.

...and READ about Jerome's revenge on his son for taking the life of Gabrielle in FIVE-STAR BEST SELLER WISHBONE, By Brooklyn Hudson...

A Manhattan power couple survive a tragedy and attempt a fresh start only to be plagued by unexplained and disastrous careful what you wish for.
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Sunday, September 2, 2012


Almost everyday I'm asked about the various viral ads floating around for WISHBONE, and it seems everyone has their favorite. 

Here are some of the most frequently shared WISHBONE ads floating around the net...Which one is your favorite?

WISHBONE, by Brooklyn Hudson is currently 

Look for WISHBONE II...Thanksgiving 2012
...and The WISHBONE Companion Book Christmas!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Julien Grenier's French Roast Chicken...WISHBONE IN ;)

He's moody
...He's opinionated
...He hides behind some thick emotional walls

Julien Grenier 
Leading man in Best Selling Thriller,
by Brooklyn Hudson
(Read Chapter One **Free**---> Here!) 

May have some faults, but he's one loyal husband and
...This guy can cook!

Julien Grenier’s Roasted Chicken Francais
Wishbone in!
...The most moist chicken you've ever tasted...

1 Whole Roasting Chicken
2 TBS Extra Virgin Oliver Oil
1TBS Minced Garlic
1 TBS Fresh Thyme (or 1 tsp dry)
1 tsp Fresh Oregano (or ½ tsp dry)
½ tsp Fresh Rosemary (or ¼ tsp dry)
1 tsp Black Pepper
2 Lemons (1 whole + 1 Zest & Juice)
1 Small Apple

1. Preheat oven to 350° F (175° C)

2. Remove anything remaining in cavity of chicken and rinse well; Pat dry with paper towel

3. Zest 1 Lemon in bowl and juice into same bowl. Add herbs (Rosemary, Thyme, Oregano, Salt, Pepper, Minced Garlic. Add Olive Oil. Mix well.

4. Cut second Lemon and Apple each in halves and place in cavity of Chicken.

5. Move Chicken to roasting pan and place it breast upward.
6. Pour Olive Oil/Herb mixture over Chicken and rub or brush to coat thoroughly.

7. Tuck wings behind back to keep from drying out.

8. Cook in oven for approximately 50 minutes or until chicken reaches 165° and juices run clear.

Bon Appetit! 
…And don’t forget to make a wish!

Suggested side dishes: 
Roasted Vegetables, Rosemary potatoes, Wild Rice.


A Manhattan power couple survive a tragedy and attempt a fresh start only to be plagued by unexplained and disastrous careful what you wish for.

*         *         *

At the age of nine, growing up in the French countryside, Julien Grenier witnessed the brutal murder of his grandfather. Now, at forty-five, he continues to be plagued by horrific nightmares and reenactments of that tragic event.

Living a successful though austere lifestyle on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, Julien has recreated himself, building emotional walls that even his young wife cannot penetrate.

Though somewhat moody, Julien is a good man with a heart of gold, and a great sense of loyalty and responsibility; enabling his wife, Rachael, to turn a blind eye to his tightly-kept secrets.

Rachael is thirty-two years old; an art dealer and playful free spirit, but after a home invasion assault leaves her emotionally unstable and destroys their care-free and content world, they relocate to a safer environment with the hope of a fresh start.

Kings Hollow is a quaint town, nestled in the serene Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. At first, their new home appears to be the miracle they prayed for, until a traditional children's game begins to destroy their bliss; Rachael is no longer herself and Julien is experiencing a string of bad luck and unfortunate accidents.

At the center of it all is seventeen-year-old Sarah, a part-time caretaker on the property.

Can Julien and Rachael escape the nightmare of Kings Hollow...or is this just Wishful thinking?

WISHBONE is a multi-layered thriller incorporating several sub-plots; in the vein of THE SIXTH SENSE, SHUTTER ISLAND, and THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT. Mind-bending horror at its best, Brooklyn Hudson takes you on a suspenseful roller coaster ride of emotional turmoil and shocking events.~JJ Kohler 

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Monday, July 30, 2012



Let's start by agreeing, HORROR is a very broad genre. My novel, WISHBONE, is listed as Horror on, but I am often asked why, and encouraged by readers to list WISHBONE as a Thriller. 

Many readers suggest the word HORROR incites memories of teen slasher films and is a could be deterrent for many more mature readers seeking something with a bit more story-meat to curb their reading/viewing appetites.

On this note, Thriller is also a very broad category; perhaps even more broad than Horror.

In my humble opinion, and for what it’s worth, I differentiate Horror and Thriller by specific, though sometimes subtle, content within a story.

UNFAITHFUL (Unmistakably, A Thriller) 

If a story is THRILLING and the proverbial “monsters” are REAL (Serial killers, A broken down elevator trapping the lead, an earthquake, a disease plague, A SCORNED SPOUSE/LOVER, and so on), I consider a book/film to be a THRILLER.

When the “monsters” become decidedly unbelievable (witches, zombies, supernatural experiences, ghosts, paranormal entities, inanimate objects brought to life by magic or spirits, murderers raised from the dead, the dead coming back to warn us, and so on) I consider the book/film to fall into the HORROR category.

So, to sum, Thrillers are Real Life Monsters that any one of us could possibly face in real life, while Horror is based on less believable forces which the majority of the public would argue can not (or probably won't) happen in real lifeI'm sure I'll get a few protesting letters from ghost chasers.

And this explains why WISHBONE, with its supernatural premise of WISHES coming true and Jerome (the protagonists father) making periodic (and horrifically painful) visits, would fall under the HORROR category... More Specifically, The Mind-Bending Horror category - My personal favorite sub-genre of Horror.

These are books or films that take an Average Joe kind of character, with a strongly BELIEVABLE and dramatic back story (death of a loved one, a tragic experience, a major life-change) and sprinkle it with a peppering of the supernatural…often with a Mind-Blowing Twist at the end.

One of the most famous and respected Mind-Blowing Horror examples is M. Night Shyamalan's brilliant blockbuster, THE SIXTH SENSE. Who can forget those last moments of the film when you suddenly realize NO ONE ever interacts directly with Dr. Malcolm Crowe (Bruce Willis) except for the troubled little boy, Cole Sear (Haley Joel Osment). Or that something RED always appears just before a supernatural momentSheer Brilliance!

As an author and screenwriter, this is my preferred genre. That jaw-dropping, mind-bending, “Wait…I need to go back and read/see this again”, ending is what I hope to deliver with my writing. I’m told I accomplished this petty well with WISHBONE, and I'm proud and excited each time a reader tells me so.

 Mind-Bending Horror is written for the mature mind. It is Horror's AGED WINE versus KEG BEER. You're not likely to find naked co-eds popping up throughout these books/films; the protagonist is often of middle-age, and while there are usually a few good jump out of your seat scares, they rarely contain gratuitous blood & guts. Sex scenes, if included at all, are purposeful and poignant. They have a strong backstory and rich character development to aid you in believing the unbelievable woven throughout the journey.

To follow are some of my favorite MIND-BENDING HORROR Films…


 A boy who communicates with spirits that don't know they're dead seeks the help of a disheartened child psychologist. 

...Quite Possibly my favorite ending of all time.


A woman who lives in a darkened old house with her two photosensitive children becomes convinced that her family home is haunted. 


The wife of a university research scientist believes that her lakeside Vermont home is haunted by a ghost - or that she's losing her mind. 


Mourning his dead child, a haunted Vietnam vet attempts to discover his past while suffering from a severe case of disassociation. To do so, he must decipher reality and life from his own dreams, delusion, and perception of death. 


Drama set in 1954, U.S. Marshal Teddy Daniels is investigating the disappearance of a murderess who escaped from a hospital for the criminally insane and is presumed to be hiding nearby.


After being hypnotized by his sister in law, a man begins seeing haunting visions of a girl's ghost and a mystery begins to unfold around her. 

CASE 39 (2009) 

A social worker fights to save a girl from her abusive parents, only to discover that the situation is more dangerous than she ever expected. 

SESSION 9 (2001) 

Tensions rise within an asbestos cleaning crew as they work in an abandoned mental hospital with a horrific past that seems to be coming back. 


A Gulf war veteran is wrongly sent to a mental institution for insane criminals, where he becomes the object of a Doctor's experiments, and his life is completely affected by them. 


A young man blocks out harmful memories of significant events of his life. As he grows up, he finds a way to remember these lost memories and a supernatural way to alter his life. 

...And One for Nostalgia's Sake

11. FLATLINERS (1990) 

Medical students bring themselves near death; their experiment begins to go awry. 

...Which have I forgotten? 
...Which are your favorites?

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