Grae Matter: Horror Fan Fiction Podcast!

New year New podcast! if you fan of my rants on Kill the Dead podcast than your going to love what I have in store for season 1 of Grae Matter! This new seasonal podcast will be exploring Horror movies that we love and sometimes wondered if there was something more?

Episode 1 Scream: How many killers did we really have?

Episode 2 Drag Me To Hell: What Clay Gaslighting Christine?

Join me this winter every other Monday for new episodes of, who did it and what if’s! Grae matter is available on all major podcast platforms.

Review: The Beach House 2019

Shudder’s The Beach House follows a college couple, Randall (Noah Le Gros)and Emily (Liana Liberato), who travels to his father’s beach house. The film starts as a regular weekend away at first, but they realize that there are other house guests. An older couple of family friends that have let some time lapse since their last interaction with the family. Initially, an awkward interaction, the other couple convince Randall and Emily to stay and invite them for dinner. 

Randall suggests that after wine runs out, they should all have some edibles, to keep the evening going. Once the edibles kick in, they start to trip. This harmless weekend starts to take a turn. The edibles hit everyone a little differently. When Mitch (Jake Weber) and Jane(Maryann Nagel), the older couple, start to see a weird luminous effect in the air and water, It’s hard to tell if t’s just them tripping or possibly some more at hand. From here on out, the weekend begins to become a nightmare. Mitch and Jane start acting erratically. The movie quickly takes on all the feels of “The Mist” and “Invasion of the Body Snatchers.” 

Something is going on in the small beach community! Hiding in fog or possible in the water. Intentionally left ambiguous to the audience imaginations, following Emily as she tries to survive the night. The Beach House sprinkles impressions of a very modern Lovecraft storyline. 

The film itself has a lot of incredible practical effects. If there is any CGI used, it’s executed flawlessly. Shudder has chosen the perfect movie to interrupt fans wishing they get to go to the beach this summer instead of quarantining at home. The Beach House is a fun watch, with no cheap scares! Just a good old eco-horror that engulfs you in the mist while trying to figure it out.

Grae Himself: A Nightmare On My Street,My First Movie

By the end of 1988, I started to think of myself as quite the midnight horror movie connoisseur. I’ve pieced together the whole movie Nightmare on Elm Street through my tiny little figures. Along with watching Children of the Corn, Aliens, and Halloween, amongst others. I actually can’t be too sure about whether I watched Halloween or Halloween 2. Thinking back on it, I have a point of reference for the other two films.
One is when I got to stay over a friend’s house for the first time and their parents letting us watch Alien with time on cable—not noticing the subtle change or rather a lack of an (s) in the title. Thinking this viewing would be a piece of cake, watching Ripley conquering the Aliens. Although the same premise does happen, My young mind caught off guard, discovering back story and how Ripley became a badass!

Then again forth of July weekend 1992 Terminator 2: Judgment Day was released. My mother and her best friend, Ms. Nancy, wanted to see it. It was on a Sunday, and I knew nothing of the previous film other than had a naked killer robot. That still never stop me from seizing an opportunity to watch grown-up movies with any adults. Moments into the film, I get my introduction to my old friend Linda Hamilton. Whom I didn’t know by name, nor did I remember that her character’s name in Children of the Corn was Vicky. Somehow my twelve-year-old self was put at ease. Baseless logic of thinking if she starred in the movie, I’d be okay somehow.

Unfortunately, when it comes to Halloween, I don’t have a point of reference or scaring moment. Something to jog my memory to a particular scene in the film to help me identify the correct Halloween. This exposure prepared me for one specific moment; I didn’t know I wanted it—late summer of1 989, which I believe was Labor Day weekend. A Nightmare on Elm Street 5 was in theaters. This particular summer, I was spending at Fort Bragg, a military base in North Carolina. My mother dropped me off at my babysitter house as she was attending to her weekend plans. I don’t remember how well I knew my babysitter. My only occurrence being this solitary memory. The particulars of how everything unfolded is a bit dim in my mind at this point.

What I can never forget is that she took me to see NOES 5: The Dream Child.

I can only imagine how my nine-year-old mind must have been delighted at my first “big-kid” moment with other big kids. We made our way to the concessions stands and got our snacks. Next, we make our way to the theater—this is where why my heart sank to my asshole. Freddy Kruger himself was taking tickets. Now I didn’t know the difference between an employee dressed up as Freddy and Robert England, the actor. Either way, I became stricken with fear and began to feel nauseated—trepidation of being mortified that I would be in harm in some fashion. If not from Freddy, then the ridicule from my babysitter and her friends we met at the theater. I positioned myself between my babysitter and her girlfriend as a cushion. Freddy would surly have to get to them before he got to me. To my astonishment, Freddy merely tore the tickets.

I’m ALIVE, is all I could think. I made it past the treacherous Krugger without a single scratch on me. We take our seats, and the movie begins. I won’t pretend that the film was smooth sailing for me. There was a lot of watching threw my fingers. Assuming the teenagers I was with wouldn’t take notice of me given how dark it was, and the movie on the screen was their focus. I did find out after the movie; I was wrong in my assumptions. None of that mattered because of about 20 mins into the film. Ticket taker Freddy entered the theater while we are watching. Krugger came in, but he also snatched people out of their seats and dragged them out of the emergency exit. A mounting feeling of uncomfortableness that I too would soon be drag out of the film to place unknown.

I quickly became stricken with dread that he would eventually make his way to me. I lost all focus on the film. Row by Row as Freddy stalked his prey and terrorized movie-goers. I was nearing to the point of peeing my pants. The gimmick finally concludes, sweating and relieved I can eventually turn my fear back to the on-screen Freddy. I try and regain as much of my composure as I can. Try as I might, I was unsuccessful; he was already in my head. Paralyzed, I watched in fear waiting for him to pop back out at any moment. The movie ends, and we get in the car as I feared they began to pick on me, “the baby.” I didn’t care, and I couldn’t care less about the sophomoric rants of those I once wanted to be my peers. I just went through the worst-case imaginable I might as well have peed my pants.

Grae Himself: The Beginning

Here it comes the unavoidable inaugural post. The beginning of a chapter that will surely make me shutter for years to come. It will cause me to glance at it from time to time, passing judgment on myself. Thoughts of ” I can’t believe I wrote that” or “I should delete that… It’s time.” Undoubtedly crossing my mind every time I cross paths with past myself. What does that have to with today? Nothing, today is the day I take the plunge into the enchanting unknown.

Horror has always been a thing for me from early childhood. I remember sneaking out of my room, down the stairs, and around the corner to our only television in the house, taking the wired tv remote off our possible 30inch floor model television. Soon-there-after I begin clicking buttons at random until eventual stumbling upon something, anything that looked scary. Now, as to what I watched, all those nights have long since faded. However, until the age of about eight years old. Every horror movie pretty much went the same for me. Gratuitous nudity followed by the first kill, followed by turning off the television and me running up the stairs in sheer terror hiding beneath the covers!

I probably watched over 15 movies in that same fashion! That was until I came across Pumpkinhead 1988, directed by a Stan Winston. That man that along with Tim Burton would continue to shape my childhood for years to come. Little did I know I was watching a Stan Winston film, nor did I know he was as from my home town. Nonetheless, Pumpkinhead is the first film that has officially scared the shit out of me. A majority of the movie I watched through the cracks of my fingers, but I did watch. Not able to process most of what I saw that day. Horror movies had taken ahold of my mind—the beginning of the thirst for more.

Thousands of horror and sci-fi movies later, I have arrived on this day. I’m well aware of my direction changing over time. For now, I think my blog will feature what I enjoy about being a fan. Crackpot fan fiction, notable horror news, and movie recommendations that get to the point!

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