Blair Bathory

And we're rolling out the bloody carpet for the horror fans and everyone that has always seen the outside of canon, but not the inside. So during this time, I will also be taking the opportunity, gratefully, to announce my project. So please go to the livestream, which is happening every day on the Fangoria social media platforms. And... I just want to give a little bit of a hint.

It's about a sleep paralysis demon. That's all I'm going to say. It's also inspired by a good friend of mine, Briscoe Park. He's a photographer that is known for Southern Gothic style. And I was really inspired by him. And I wrote a script based off his photography. I really wanted the film to feel like his photos come to life. And I hope that we accomplish that.

It's about a sleep paralysis demon. That's all I'm going to say. It's also inspired by a good friend of mine, Briscoe Park. He's a photographer that is known for Southern Gothic style. And I was really inspired by him. And I wrote a script based off his photography. I really wanted the film to feel like his photos come to life. And I hope that we accomplish that.

It's about a sleep paralysis demon. That's all I'm going to say. It's also inspired by a good friend of mine, Briscoe Park. He's a photographer that is known for Southern Gothic style. And I was really inspired by him. And I wrote a script based off his photography. I really wanted the film to feel like his photos come to life. And I hope that we accomplish that.

Throughout the rest of the year, I'll be screening this film, hopefully all over the world. And I can't wait to take you on the journey with me. And yeah, so let me know what you think in the comments about this fun announcement. And if you have any ideas for horror films, let me know. I'm always on the lookout and I do write all my own stuff. So you never know.

Throughout the rest of the year, I'll be screening this film, hopefully all over the world. And I can't wait to take you on the journey with me. And yeah, so let me know what you think in the comments about this fun announcement. And if you have any ideas for horror films, let me know. I'm always on the lookout and I do write all my own stuff. So you never know.

Throughout the rest of the year, I'll be screening this film, hopefully all over the world. And I can't wait to take you on the journey with me. And yeah, so let me know what you think in the comments about this fun announcement. And if you have any ideas for horror films, let me know. I'm always on the lookout and I do write all my own stuff. So you never know.

Sometimes, the love of a mother can be the most terrifying thing of all. Like in this story inspired by Luis. Jose had always been close to his mother, Pepita. Their bond had been unbreakable, or so he thought. When Pepita passed away from cancer, Jose believed their connection would live on in his heart.

Sometimes, the love of a mother can be the most terrifying thing of all. Like in this story inspired by Luis. Jose had always been close to his mother, Pepita. Their bond had been unbreakable, or so he thought. When Pepita passed away from cancer, Jose believed their connection would live on in his heart.

Sometimes, the love of a mother can be the most terrifying thing of all. Like in this story inspired by Luis. Jose had always been close to his mother, Pepita. Their bond had been unbreakable, or so he thought. When Pepita passed away from cancer, Jose believed their connection would live on in his heart.

His father, Hector, had survived the virus without issue, but Pepita, the woman who had been his world, was gone. When Hector remarried Cristina, Jose hoped it would be a fresh start, but it wasn't. Cristina wasn't cruel at first, no. Her kindness was a mask that barely concealed the venom beneath. At first it was subtle, Cristina's casual comments that seemed harmless.

His father, Hector, had survived the virus without issue, but Pepita, the woman who had been his world, was gone. When Hector remarried Cristina, Jose hoped it would be a fresh start, but it wasn't. Cristina wasn't cruel at first, no. Her kindness was a mask that barely concealed the venom beneath. At first it was subtle, Cristina's casual comments that seemed harmless.

His father, Hector, had survived the virus without issue, but Pepita, the woman who had been his world, was gone. When Hector remarried Cristina, Jose hoped it would be a fresh start, but it wasn't. Cristina wasn't cruel at first, no. Her kindness was a mask that barely concealed the venom beneath. At first it was subtle, Cristina's casual comments that seemed harmless.

Jose would feel the sting long after the words had been spoken. It was as if his feelings weren't just flaws, they were something to be ashamed of. Christina would talk about Pepita's love for music, but it was always with a quiet condescension. Your mother had such great taste, she'd say. But she had time for things like that. Maybe you'll have time when you're older.

Jose would feel the sting long after the words had been spoken. It was as if his feelings weren't just flaws, they were something to be ashamed of. Christina would talk about Pepita's love for music, but it was always with a quiet condescension. Your mother had such great taste, she'd say. But she had time for things like that. Maybe you'll have time when you're older.

Jose would feel the sting long after the words had been spoken. It was as if his feelings weren't just flaws, they were something to be ashamed of. Christina would talk about Pepita's love for music, but it was always with a quiet condescension. Your mother had such great taste, she'd say. But she had time for things like that. Maybe you'll have time when you're older.

The words made Jose feel small. His interests, his memories of his mother, felt trivial in her eyes. Then the subtle manipulation escalated. Christina began rearranging his room, moving his things without asking. Pepita's gifts, his favorite concert t-shirt, the small statue from their trip, disappeared. When he confronted her, she smiled sweetly and dismissed him. Oh, mijo.

The words made Jose feel small. His interests, his memories of his mother, felt trivial in her eyes. Then the subtle manipulation escalated. Christina began rearranging his room, moving his things without asking. Pepita's gifts, his favorite concert t-shirt, the small statue from their trip, disappeared. When he confronted her, she smiled sweetly and dismissed him. Oh, mijo.

The words made Jose feel small. His interests, his memories of his mother, felt trivial in her eyes. Then the subtle manipulation escalated. Christina began rearranging his room, moving his things without asking. Pepita's gifts, his favorite concert t-shirt, the small statue from their trip, disappeared. When he confronted her, she smiled sweetly and dismissed him. Oh, mijo.

It's for your own good. Your room was getting cluttered. You don't need all that junk anymore. Let's focus on the future, not the past. Each time she moved something, she erased a little more of his past, making him feel ungrateful for holding on to it. Jose started to dread coming home. The house felt suffocating, as if he were slowly being erased from it.