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Honorable Mentions: F.W. Murnau’s Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens, Jacques Tourneur’s I Walked with a Zombie, Don Siegel’s Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho, William Friedkin’s The Exorcist, Brian De Palma’s Carrie, Dario Argento’s Suspiria, Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht, David Cronenberg’s Videodrome, Wes Craven’s A Nightmare on Elm Street, Frank Darabont’s The Mist, Lars von Trier’s Antichrist
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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson (1886)
Honorable Mentions: The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket by Edgar Allan Poe, At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft, The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
The prophet is limping. He has invaded the minds of too many monsters and fiends and conniving serial killers. Dark intuition is forming bruises on his flesh; he can feel the visions taking a toll. He cane-taps through the shadows, his thin frame jolting with coughs. To some he is the New Messiah—a panacea for the rampant violence of a world that was once pure. To many he is an offense to nature, akin to Stevenson’s Hyde or Shelley’s monster.He ducks under the yellow CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS tape and investigates the body. A crowd forms around the border, murmuring theories and gossip and nonsense: “This bum’s a scam artist.” “The demon is near the demon is here the demon is near the demon is here the demon…” “Who keeps doing this?” “Save us O Lord from these devils, these killers of women and children.” “Straight outta The Dead Zone.” “…is near the demon is here the demon is near the demon…” “This fuckin guy’s a nut job.” The prophet rises to speak to no one in particular. “The brutes are everywhere,” he says. His words come out in white fog, evaporating as quickly as they form. The Giant surveys from above, casting his vote for a survivor of the stand-off.
"I have murdered the lovely and the helpless; I have strangled the innocent as they slept, and grasped to death his throat who never injured me or any other living thing. I have devoted my creator, the select specimen of all that is worthy of love and admiration among men, to misery; I have pursued him even to that irremediable ruin. There he lies, white and cold in death. You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived, and long for the moment when these hands will meet my eyes, when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more."