Tug Dumbly # 20 Horror Film

Horror Film   

The wind, the leaves, the gnarly tree, the basement, the attic, the well, the wall, the clown, the clock, the doll, the owl, the rocking chair, the old trunk, the music box, the jack in the box, the clacking latch in the wind, the slow swirl of dead leaves on the moonlit porch under the shadow of the old hanging tree, with a slowly creaking swing chair on a chain, the disembodied child laughter, the piano in the empty room, the sepia photo, the painting, the rocking horse in the attic moving by itself, the  snatch of a face behind you in the mist in the bathroom mirror, the shower, something approaching the shower, someone singing and washing their hair in the shower, the low dark rumble on the soundtrack, the creepy cello, the scrape of strings, the little playmate invisible to everyone else, strings, more strings …

… crazy strings, the secretive ways of the townsfolk and you new to town and the old house on the hill with the unspoken history and someone tries to hint things to you but can’t say it straight out and is silenced by the rest of the town, more dolls, the secret panel, the old secret room of the long imprisoned child who long ago disappeared, again the well, the old abandoned shack in the woods with dusty furnishings still intact (and where’s your pretty friend got to?) and coming round the corner a possum, an owl, a bat startles you with a jolt and then there’s relief and you’re just getting your breath back and smiling at your foolish jumpy heart, when it happens …

Harvey Weinstein appears