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“The Slayer” (1982)

An almost forgotten horror classic from the early 80s. An abstract artist that receives her inspiration from dreams begins to have terrible nightmares of a shadowy creature. Her doctor husband, her brother and her sister-in-law decide to go on vacation to a secluded mansion on an island off the coast of Georgia. A sudden storm strands them there. Something else is there with them, killing them one by one. Is it some human killer?

Or is it the nightmare creature… The Slayer…

Hauntingly beautiful score by Robert Folk from the 1982 horror film “The Slayer”.

“It did terrible things! And the more I dreamed it, the more real it became! I’ve created it! And I’ll keep on doing it until it no longer needs me to give it life!”

The sleep of reason gives birth to monsters
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GOOD FUCKING GOD THAT IS TERRIFYING

Fuck

“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”

No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.

“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?

The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.

“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.

The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.

“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.

“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

“We’re going to get you!

We’re going to get you!

Not another peep!

Time to go to sleep!”

You want to know the secret of pain? If you just stop feeling it, you can start using it.
Freddy Krueger, “Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare”
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a
king of infinite space… were it not that I have bad dreams.
Hamlet