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Why I HATE Comedy Horror Movies: Ranking My 8 Worst Ever!
Get ready to cringe with me as I count down the worst comedy horror movies that made me question the sanity of their creators!
I HAVE MADE A FEW CONTROVERSIAL CHOICES IN THIS VIDEO .... LET THE COMMENTS COMMENCE!
From lazy writing to cringeworthy acting, these films are a masterclass in how to ruin a good concept.
So, sit back, relax, and let's dive into the dumpster fire that is comedy horror.
So, what do you think? Are comedy horrors just a waste of time? Actually, in some ways it doesn't matter what you guys think at all .... I know I'm right!
ALL COMEDY HORROR FILMS SHOULD BE ASSIGNED TO THE BIN (or trash can for the Americans). PERIOD!
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The Lantern's Curse at the Abandoned Lighthouse (Script)
Evelyn stood at the base of the old, abandoned lighthouse, its form a dark silhouette against the moonlit sky. Rumor had it, a cursed lantern resided within. Driven by curiosity, she pushed open the creaky door, the sound echoing eerily. Inside, the cold air whispered past her, carrying faint, ghostly murmurs. She climbed the spiral staircase, each step amplifying her dread. Finally, she found the lantern, its light inexplicably glowing. As she touched it, a chorus of tortured screams enveloped her. A spectral figure materialized, whispering, "You are now its keeper." The lantern fused to her hand, its light forever bound to her soul, casting a sinister glow for the next unwary visitor.
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The Descent (Script)
Explore the chilling tale of an abandoned mine with echoes of the past. #HorrorStory #ShortScaryStory #CreepyTales #AbandonedMine
Among the whispering pines stood the forsaken mine, shunned by locals for its dark history. Sarah, drawn by curiosity and a desire to uncover its secrets, ventured inside one chilly evening. Her lantern cast eerie shadows as she walked deeper into the mine, and faint whispers began to echo around her, growing louder with each step.
Panic set in as the walls seemed to bleed memories of trapped souls. Faces contorted in pain and anguished cries surrounded her, making her question her decision to enter. In a hidden chamber, she discovered an old photograph. To her horror, the face staring back at her was her own, aged and terrified.
With dread, Sarah realized the chilling truth: she was never meant to leave. The mine had claimed her, just as it had claimed others before. She was destined to join the spectral choir of the forsaken mine, her whispers adding to the haunting symphony that would lure the next curious soul.
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Graveyard's Eerie Enigma (Script)
As the midnight moon cast an unsettling glow over the old, abandoned graveyard, whispers of some unearthly secret hidden within its confines echoed through the chilling night air. Sarah, a curious and adventurous soul, stumbled upon a neglected, moss-covered tombstone marked with strange, cryptic symbols that sent a chill down her spine.
Ignoring the ominous warnings etched deep within her bones, she began digging around the base of the tombstone, driven by an inexplicable urge to uncover whatever mysteries lay buried beneath. After tirelessly shoveling through the damp earth, Sarah's efforts were rewarded as she unearthed a rusted, aged chest.
Prying it open, she discovered a withered, leather-bound journal inside, its pages detailing dark, occult rituals and a sinister presence eternally bound to the grave.
Suddenly, as Sarah pored over the journal's unsettling contents, the ground beneath her began to quake and tremble.To her horror, skeletal, bony hands erupted from the soil, reaching up to grab and pull her into the abyss of eternal darkness, sealing the graveyard's ancient, enigmatic secrets forever.
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Whispers in the Dark (Script)
As twilight painted the sky above Willow Lake, whispers began to echo in the stillness. Sarah, a local photographer, sought solitude for her art but found only dread.
Shadows danced unnaturally, and ripples formed on placid waters without wind. A figure emerged from the mist, beckoning with ghostly fingers.
Frozen in fear, Sarah watched as more phantoms materialized, their eyes vacant yet full of malice. Panic gripped her as their ghastly forms drew closer, a chorus of lost souls.
With a final, bone-chilling wail, they vanished, leaving Sarah trembling in the darkness, haunted by the encounter at Willow Lake.
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The Forgotten Graves: A Horror Tale Way Beyond Horror (Script)
In the heart of the woods lies an abandoned graveyard, forgotten by all and forgotten by time. Ivy-clad grey stone tombstones stand crooked, whispering tales of the long-departed.
One moonless night, Sarah, a curious wanderer, stumbles upon this desolate place. Shadows dance eerily around her as she reads names long obscured by age.
Suddenly, a cold eerie wind howls, extinguishing her lantern. Panic sets in. Faint whispers surround her, growing louder with each passing second.
Sarah races to leave but finds herself at a lone grave, freshly disturbed. A name emerges: hers.
Terror grips her as skeletal hands rise from the earth. In a final, horrifying realization, Sarah understands—she was never meant to leave this forgotten graveyard.
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Secrets Unearthed: Whispers from Beyond (Script)
In the forgotten town of Crestfall, shadows danced eerily under the moonlight, and a sinister hush cloaked the streets.
Residents whispered of malicious voices from the woods at night, retreating indoors after dusk. Sophie, the town librarian, dared to investigate.
Armed with a flashlight, she ventured into the forest, guided by the haunting whispers. As she pushed deeper, the voices intensified, chilling her to the core.
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared, its voice promising unimaginable horrors. Trembling, Sophie realized these voices were otherworldly. She tried to flee, but the forest trapped her.
In desperation, she shone her light on the figure, revealing a ghastly visage. The entity's icy touch was suffocating, but dawn's light banished it. Gasping, Sophie returned to town, haunted by the experience.
Crestfall forever remained gripped by the terror of those sinister whispers.
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Myth or Reality Stories: Terror Lives Between the Lines of Truth!
We're not just telling stories, we're ripping back the veil on dark horrors & mysteries that lurk just beyond reality's edge. Where supernatural encounters meet historical nightmares and horrific horrors, we explore the terrifying spaces between fact and fiction.
Our videos will challenge everything you thought you knew about horror, everything you expected from horror and examines everything you like about horror.
Some of our stories are untrue - MYTHS. Some of our stories are terifyingly true - a REALITY. Some are a mix of BOTH! But here's the twist: YOU decide!
Horror fans, mystery hunters, conspiracy theorists, this is YOUR battlefield. Dissect our research. Challenge our findings. Prove us wrong or right in the comments. Show us what YOU know. Tell us what is MYTH or REALITY!
Which of you out there has the best horror knowledge?
Warning: Not for the faint-hearted ...The Truth Is Out There! (ie. COMMUNITY TAB)