Simon Says.
Everything is prepared for the emergence of the Dumelet. He tried to get out earlier tonight but a few well-placed staples put paid to that . He cannot be born before the 31st. It's tradition.
Since Senga appears to be in a huff for some reason, I settled down with a film and some finger-snacks. Tonight it was 'Simon Says' from Darkmoon Pictures. It was an absolutely delightful film.
No supernatural monsters, one ghost, a couple of possible ghosts, and the most deranged and cunning madman I've seen in a long time. Oh, it had its cliche moments, the sprained ankle, the 'Leave me, I'm done for' bit, the Norman Bates tribute corpse, but I can overlook all that for the most imaginative use of pickaxes I have ever seen and the doll... amazing. Gore factor eight, I think, for this one, and the ending was perfect. That's what horror should be like.
Plus a little comedy when the doomed meet the weirdos:
"You go through town and keep going till you get to the river."
"Which way is town?"
"See that building over there? That's town."
"Oh. And where do you live?"
"Outta town."
Must go. Senga is screaming something unintelligible about teeth and sharp nails. Sounds like I'll need the chloroform again.
