A Filmmaker set out to make a horror movie. Strange things happened.
September 17th
Through an ad we placed in the local newspaper, we've cast most of the
smaller roles. These are mostly inexperienced actors, but they fit the
characters we've cast them as.
September 18th
We've been receiving weird phone calls. When we answer, the person on
the other end hangs up. We know there is a person on the other end
because we can hear breathing.
While out later that night picking up groceries, the fog became so
thick, Sharlene couldn't drive. She pulled off to the side and let me
take over. I couldn't see three feet in front of me. I'm going to have o
invest in fog lights.
September 21st
The Los Angeles casting went great. We posted our ad in Backstage West.
We were casting for the heroine's sister Kaitlyn, the love interest
Darryl, and for the role of the antagonist: the DEMON JEREMY. We were
very happy with our choices. The actor playing our demon rocker once
played Charlie Manson in an NBC MOW about the Beach Boys.
September 24th
We placed an ad for a music composer. I wanted someone on the mountain so I wouldn't have to schlep
back and forth to LA to edit scenes to music. Disappointingly, we only
received two submissions: one from a music student down the mountain in
San Bernardino (I immediately rejected that one) and one from a man
named Jerry up on the mountain. We arranged to meet Jerry at his house.
He lived in Crestline, but it was off the beaten path. It was in the
boondocks, if you're familiar with that expression. Sharlene
came with me. She nervously joked that we were in Ed Gein country. I
didn't disagree with her. The house was rambling and rundown. Jerry was
one of the most bizarre individuals I had ever met. His wife Angel was
even stranger. While we were there, she placed a kitten's head in her
mouth. I thought for sure she was going to bite it off. Thankfully - and
to Sharlene's major relief - she didn't. Jerry
was strange, but his music was brilliant. What the hell was he doing on
this mountain? Jerry maintained that he suffered form the disease of
Lycanthropy (the werewolf curse), which he had unintentionally passed to
Angel through sexual intercourse. Who knEw the werewolf curse was an
STD? Despite this, we not
only hired him as the music composer for the film, but also its special
FX artist. According to Jerry, he helped with SFX for some of the
PHANTASM movies (I loved those crazy cult films). On
the way out, we met his landlord Della, a heavyset Native American
woman and her thuggish brothers. They had the feel of grifter gypsies.
Della gave Sharlene and I each a bracelet made with wolfsbane.
Our house sat at the bottom of a hill. We have to take a long flight of wooden stairs down the side of the hill to get to our house. Behind us is nothing but thick forest. That night, we were kept awake by a chorus of coyotes on a nearby hill, baying at the moon. There must have been thirty of them.
Our house sat at the bottom of a hill. We have to take a long flight of wooden stairs down the side of the hill to get to our house. Behind us is nothing but thick forest. That night, we were kept awake by a chorus of coyotes on a nearby hill, baying at the moon. There must have been thirty of them.
TO BE CONTINUED
Images courtesy of "The Black Album"
The scariest movie you'll never see!
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