Horror in My World

I write horror, though today people seem to have a different opinion of just what horror is. It creating a character that the reader or viewer can relate to then putting them through some kind of horrific event, that’s where the name horror comes from, at least that’s how I see it. It’s not dumping buckets of blood on some naked girls, yes that gets viewers and readers but, that doesn’t make it horror. You don’t need death or blood or some kind of supernatural event for example: A girl stands up to accept an award for school and goes up on stage. When she takes a bow , she farts and the microphone picks it up. Then the sound echoes throughout the hall. What she feels and what readers and viewers pick up on is the terror coursing throughout her. That is horror. Today most people try to make the bloodiest, goriest thing they can, throw in some nudity and slap a horror label on it. Then they wonder why, if they have so many viewers they have a crappy rating. That’s because after the viewer gets their cheap thrills, they don’t care about the story and can’t relate the the characters. To me that’s not horror. Don’t get me wrong, I know some great erotic horror writers out there and a lot of them are right here on WordPress but I’m not talking about them. They create great characters that are the main focus of the story and they are put through some hell. You can’t help but to follow their torment, that’s Horror! I do use supernatural events and blood and some gore in my stories but the main focus is on the characters and what happens to them. I try getting the reader to feel the terror that the characters are experiencing, I want them to follow the story line and not get caught up with, “Are there boobs and blood?” I going to put an end to this rant because I need to get back to my books. I just hope this give some insight to the true nature of Horror that we all love.

Man of Hell

I awoke in a poorly lit cave having no idea how I got there. My head was hurting something terrible and felt like I had just been hit by a bus. When I got to my feet, I had a vision, a flash of thought enter my head and I saw myself climbing on top of a roof. I remembered seeing my girlfriend next to me, then nothing. “Megan,” I thought to myself, “where am I? Are you here somewhere too?” I started my search to find out.
The cave was warm yet very cold in some parts and what little light that was in there, did not keep me from stumbling around. I walked for what seemed like miles until I finally saw a light coming from an opening in distance. “I’m coming Megan, I will find you,” I said to myself as I moved toward the light. As I moved closer to the light the walls of the cave became more and more illuminated. I could see what looked like crude cave paintings but they were symbols that I couldn’t understand or make sense of. I just kept moving towards the light knowing I need to get to her. Thoughts of her being hurt, scared and alone scratched at my soul and I picked up my pace.
When I finally reached the glowing opening, I was in awe. There, I saw that the light was coming from molten rock and a few fires that seemed to be burning nothing. Then I heard the screams, the whimpering and moaning beyond the lighted chamber of the cave. Through the waves of heat that warped my sight, I began to make out bodies. As I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t just seeing things, I caught sight of where my feet were placed. I was standing on what appeared to a pile of bones. Taking a second look around me, I noticed in horror that the entire cave was constructed of bone. I had to push back my fear and find Megan.
As I made my way past the ledge I was on and moved towards the exit of the glowing room, the moaning bodies began to grab at me. “HELP ME! HELP US! IT BURNS!” the voices cried. My only thought was that of getting to my love so I left them to their torment.