horror shit

"I found something. In the store."

"Okay. What did you find?"

"A place. I found a place."

Every day I get letters. I think I get more letters than Santa Claus, Zac Efron, and Dr. Phil combined. I'm kinda the shit. Sometimes, the letters are from people who say they're praying for me. They tell me everything will be okay if I just accept Jesus Christ into my heart. I say the words... but... nothing ever happens. Nobody comes back. Nobody gets off the cross.

Welcome to the mental olympics. They're big on recreation here. Supposedly, it helps us vent our aggressions. Personally? I think they're trying to wear us out. Keep us sluggish so there won't be an uprising. Well, those J.V. tactics won't work against me. I'm a kicker. K-I-C-K-E-R. It even says so on my chart.

JENNIFER'S BODY | 2009 dir. Karyn Kusama

I wasn't always this cracked. I used to be normal. Well, as normal as any girl under the influence of teenage hormones. But after the killings began, I started to feel... I don't know. Loose around the edges, or something?

God. I hate this fucking song.

JENNIFER'S BODY | 2009 dir. Karyn Kusama

TJ MIKELOGAN’s HALLOWEEN HORROR 2025 EVENT ↳ DAY 17: Supernatural and the occult