Arriving in UK cinemas on July 18 is Killers, a stylish thriller from The Raid‘s Gareth Evans and directed by the hugely talented ‘Mo Brothers’ (V/H/S/2, Macabre).
The film sees the explosive meeting of two serial killers with contrasting, and sadistic, styles of murder.
It will then arrive on Blu-ray and DVD September 1.
Here’s the cover art and image gallery, to go with a lengthy synopsis.
“Nomura is a good looking and stylish man in his early thirties who lives a successful life in Tokyo, Japan. Girls are drawn to him, something he uses to his advantage as none of them realise the sinister truth behind the clean-cut façade.
Nomura has been leaving a legacy of violent murders that he immortalises through video clips posted on a public video website. He thrives off of the fact that millions are witnessing his work through the virally spread videos.
Thousands of miles away from him, in a whole different world, lives Bayu, a disgraced investigative journalist living in a violent and unstable Jakarta, Indonesia. As Bayu’s life is hit by the nadir of failures, Nomura’s videos trigger his dark side as he starts to record his own brand of “justified” killings. Nomura’s seemingly confident and controlled charm starts to peel when his ego is wounded by the fact that Bayu’s videos have reached a significant numbers of followers that could rival his own.
Complicating matters further is Nomura’s bizarre attraction towards a traumatised young florist Hisae. Bayu himself starts to sink deeper into a spiral of violence; obsessed with bringing down one of the country’s biggest and most corrupt politicians, but during his bloody rampage he doesn’t realise the repercussions towards his young daughter, Elly.
When the rivalry between Nomura and Bayu becomes an uncontrollable psychosis, the two of them must face each other in one of the most exhilarating film finales in years.”
Right now this is only in Toledo but it offers a unique experience. Less freaky (and more sanitary) than Blackout, “Trapped” offers a teamwork and cognitive function exercise that could be super fun or really frustrating depending on who you’re trapped in the room with.
Per ABC, “<I>it’s a high-stakes scenario where the pressure is intensified with a countdown and your only means of escape is to solve the clues. You’re trapped in a room and the only way out is to solve puzzles in the room. The interactive experience is part theater and part video game. You’re trapped in a room with up to 11 other people and you have 60 minutes to get out alive. Players can choose either a lab with zombies or a mayor’s office with a bomb.</i>”
You can check out a trailer below.
I like this new guy, Pope Francis. I’m not really religious but I like the overall direction he seems to be taking things in, he seems like a compassionate guy. And now, according to this report he has approved exorcisms as a viable solution to, well… possessions I guess. He has officially made the International Association of Exorcists legitimate (this reminds me of when the Young Guns were deputized).
The Association has over 250 priests in 30 countries ready to battle evil. “Exorcism is a form of charity that benefits those who suffer,” the head of the association, Reverend Francesco Bamonte, said.
Hey, if it works!
Devil’s Mile is a crazy ambitious movie. Which is and isn’t a compliment. It’s a hybrid film, one that attempts to blend a crime thriller with supernatural horror in the vein of Lovecraft. While that sounds like a tantalizing proposition, Devil’s Mile is bogged down by miserable pacing, flaccid scares, and an exaggerated sense of importance. Nearly half the film is consumed by the leads arguing with each other, spouting expletives like it’s going outta style. The few moments of horror are borderline intense, but there’s too much narrative vacancy to make Devil’s Mile worth the watch.
The story revolves around three criminals driving through the Bermuda Triangle of highways, with two kidnapped girls in the truck. Their pseudo-ringleader Toby (played by X-Men screenwriter David Hayter) is a hothead, which leads to some of the film’s most miserable moments. There’s a scene where he says “fuck you” about a dozen times. I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be funny, but it’s just comes off dumb. I’m all for hamming it up, but Devil’s Mile‘s acting is just plain terrible.
It takes a long time for the meat of the story to kick in. Meanwhile, flashbacks/flash-forwards serve to make the narrative interesting enough to keep watching. But the pay-off at the end isn’t worth it. There are some terrificly scary moments with fantastic ghost designs, but in the grand scheme these are mere jump scare moments that any casual horror audience would laugh over. They feel intense, but there’s nothing to really get under you skin or stay with you after the film.
The term “Lynchian” has been perverted over the years and gets thrown around a lot, usually when a filmmaker is trying to be weird for weirdness sake, without any real thematic or pulpy endgame in mind. Devil’s Mile certainly falls in this category. It’s like filmmaker Joseph O’Brien is pounding you over the head with his alleged self-importance without having anything to back it up. It’s a frustrating experience.
Back in April I gave Denis Villeneuve’s psychological thriller Enemy a glowing review. I was downright seduced by the film’s eerie atmosphere and ambiguous plot, which has viewers delivering a large variety of theories concerning just what the hell is going on with doppelgangers and spiders. I speculated an Invasion of the Body Snatchers type of deal, but Villeneuve truly leaves it wide open for interpretation. Anyone who’s into dark and twisting mysterious should not sleep on this movie.
Now that the film’s on Blu-ray courtesy of Lionsgate, the film is game for even further analysis from viewers. After my second viewing, I still stand by my initial interpretation of the film. Scouring the internet, it really is amazing how many different explanations viewers are offering up. The film is loosely adapted from José Saramago’s 2002 novel “The Double,” and in the disc’s behind the scenes feature, it’s interesting to note that Jake Gyllenhaal and the rest of the cast had several questions concerning the plot, so Villeneuve asked them to write down questions for the author. Sadly, the day when Villeneuve was going to send the questions, Saramago passed away.
That’s just one of the tidbits of informtation discussed in the feature, which runs about 18 minutes long. It’s a really great feature (and the disc’s only one), containing in-depth and insightful talks with Villeneuve, Gyllenhaal, Mélanie Laurent, Isabella Rossellini, and Sarah Gadon, as well as screenwriter Javier Gullón, cinematographer Nicolas Bolduc, production designer Patrice Vermette, and producers. So yeah, this bitch is thorough.
For such a brief feature, they manage to cover a lot of ground. Like a lot of viewers, the cast is also unsure what the film means. Villeneuve talks about how he always intended to leave it up for interpretation and that Saramago was cool with the major diversions they made from the book. They also detail some of the filmmaking techniques they used to make the illusion of two Gyllehaals believable. One major trick to pulling it off was making sure his eye line was correct, which they did with the practical use of a tennis ball on a pole. It’s really simple but clever filmmaking.
The Lionsgate 1080p transfer is full of fine details and textures. The 5.1 DTS-HD Master Audio is also strong.
Enemy is a hit or miss movie. That being said I suggest renting or streaming it before dipping in for the purchase. I highly recommend it though if you dig ambiguous, mysterious movies that stay with you long after viewing.
It’s Monday, and for many of us, that means a reluctant return to our weekly routine. It’s always especially difficult returning to normal after a long holiday weekend, but we do it because we must. If you need a little help finding your groove, I think these amazing digital paintings by artist Borja Pindado will do the trick. They’re inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, and everyone knows a dose of Cthulhu can remedy most problems, even Mondays.
For more of Borja’s work, check out his gallery.
Bloody-Disgusting has teamed up with heavy metal-inspired EDM artist Savant to bring you the exclusive music video premiere for “Derby”, which features JELO! The video, which you can see below, comes with the release of the track itself, so make sure to pick up a copy!
This is one of those tracks that you need to breathe after you listen to it. Super hard, super fast and not what you would expect from JELO and me. Had a blast making this happen.
You can purchase “Derby” via Bandcamp.
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Picturehouse has announced a September 17 release for the Sundance hit The Guest (read our review), from the visionary team behind You’re Next: director Adam Wingard, writer Simon Barrett and Snoot Entertainment’s Keith Calder and Jessica Calder.
From the director and writer of V/H/S and V/H/S/2, “The film tells the story of a young soldier who arrives on the doorstep of the Peterson family, claiming to be a good friend of their beloved son who died in action. The Petersons welcome David into their home and into their lives, but when people start mysteriously dying in town, mayhem ensues as their teenage daughter Anna starts wondering if David is responsible.“
The Guest stars Dan Stevens of “Downton Abbey” fame, Maika Monroe, Brendan Meyer, Sheila Kelley, Leland Orser, and Lance Reddick (“American Horror Story” and “Intelligence”).
We’re really excited about Lee Hardcastle‘s future in the horror world.
While he’s mostly known for his claymation insanity (he won the ABCs of Death contest with his “T is for Toilet”), we still think he’s going to break out one of these days, and create a horror film for the ages.
His early crack at the genre is an impressive one, with the following short film “Fun With Black Bulbs.”
Inspired by V/H/S and the short film “Lights Out”, the short builds suspense with the use of a backlight.
“A simple trick you can do yourself but one you might regret because it can be pretty creepy what you find around the home. Try it, you’ll be surprised,” jokes Hardcastle.
While the world shits on Michael May’s fourth Transformers movie, YouTubeer Harrisloureiro creates his own fan film using stop-motion animation.
Below you can watch this shockingly entertaining “Battle Tanker VS Giant”, which uses the “Transformers” action figures as props.
When a film like 2007′s Grizzly Rage roars right out of the gate with a car filled with some of the most annoying people ever put to the screen, and you find yourself in excruciating pain – your skin crawling with repulsion for low IQ immaturity – the only thing left that might be redeeming is seeing them all torn to graphically, violent pieces. Maybe watch them suffer, or get reduced to shredded limbs. Or meat, just danging in the choppers of a pissed off bear.
So is there any bloody redemption here for your time spent?
Its about four kids who hop into a rover that they completely abuse and beat the shit out of in film historic proportions, before breaking down on their way to Saranac Grotto – an abandoned, chain link fenced, toxic waste dump. Its a barren stretch of woods with, of course, no cell service. Before crashing like idiots for no reason but stupidity, they run over and kill a baby grizzly cub. Momma grizzly immediately gets pissed and the froth mouthed, TV-movie caliber chase is on. All the while, back home, I’m sure whatever parent that owned the truck is hoping they die horrible deaths.
OK, I added that part in there. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they were. I was.
Your bottom line is, there’s a lot of emo goin around here, while they run aimlessly through the woods, reviving their land rover over and over so they can roll it over the next cliff. A LOT of emo. They brood and pout and argue and pace, wrestling with their ruffled emotions, disturbed by sparse stock footage clips of a bear. Add in a lot of stupid decisions and high fives, guys fighting and rebonding with bro-fists, an independent soundtrack of songs that sound hand picked from American Idol… and supportive hugs. (Is this guy gonna cry!??) I’m telling you, because somebody has to warn you of this shit.
This is an early Sci-Fi production helmed by David DeCoteau (The Brotherhood series), a modern day Roger Corman who, in the last three years, has cranked out more cheese than Wisconsin – so whats to expect? Not much, and you don’t get much. Such an effortless spectacle of young adults attempting to define their feelings amidst their flight to survive. This is why it’d recommend it as intro-horror for younger ones – it doesn’t go over the top in any offensive departments. No nudity, no bad language, no sex, no graphic violence. There’s no visual stimulation here, aside from mud stained shorts and red lines on their faces from accidents in their tortured truck. CGI or otherwise.
The best I can formulate from this 90 minute coping test is that it might be a good intro to horror for the smaller ones, if you have kids. Its energetic, silly, shiny, and edgy, if nothing else. But when the kills go down, its mostly just cheap 70′s style blood splatter stills on the camera lens. For serious horror film goers, don’t go near this. Its like the kid next door got a hold of a camera and went in the woods to make a “run away!” movie with his friends. If that really happens, have mercy and sit thru it, for them. But if you’re gonna choose to watch this after everything we just went through, damn, you’re a self abusive son of a b – and I’ve failed in my efforts to defend your tastes.
P.S. If you’re not a youngster wired to be prejudice against anything pre-2000, I highly recommend seeking out John Frankenheimer’s Prophecy (1979) for some adult caliber, violent, inside-out, monster bear, decapitation action.
If this horror map of the United States wasn’t already the coolest thing all year, the Dorothy Collective has for sale the ridiculous “Horror Star Chart,” which maps 135 genre films (and TV shows) as constellations!
Here’s information from the product page (it’s also available in glow-in-the-dark!!)
Horror Star Chart – Original Open Edition
2 colour litho print on 120gsm uncoated art paper
H80 x W60cm
The Horror Star Chart is based on the night sky over Berlin Zoological Gardens on 4th March, 1922 during the premier of F.W. Murnau’s silent vampire film ‘Nosferatu’, which is recognised as a masterpiece of cinema, inspiring film makers and directors for generations to come (including Hitchcock).
The star chart features the films (and a few of our favourite TV shows) that are culturally significant to the genre and plays homage to the actors, directors, producers, graphic artists, authors and writers whose work has been pivotal to the enduring popularity of Horror.
The 135 titles featured include those chosen for preservation in the US National Film Registry due to their cultural, historical, or aesthetic significance and a few personal favourites including: early silent films (The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, Nosferatu and The Phantom Of The Opera), Universal Monsters from the 30′s featuring Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff (Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy), Hammer classics (Dracula and Captain Kronos – Vampire Hunter), forerunners of the slasher sub genre in the 60′s (Peeping Tom and Psycho), supernatural thrillers of the 70′s (The Exorcist, The Omen, Carrie), video ‘nasties’ vilified by the media in the 80’s (Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Evil Dead) through to the recent Zombie revival (28 Days Later).
An A-Z key lists the films (and their actors) included on the chart along with the year of release.
Original open edition litho print for £25 plus P&P
Alternatively buy the Glow in the Dark Limited Edition print for £125 plus P&P
Image Source: The Dorthy Collective
Although he’s “threatened” to retire, polarizing filmmaker Kevin Smith has a slew of projects in development. His body-horror film Tusk is set for release this fall and now Screen Daily is reporting that a spin-off called Yoga-Hosers is due to start filming later this year.
“Like Tusk [Yoga-Hosers] sparing out of a podcast,” Smith told Screen.
“There are two characters in a convenience store in Tusk that you see for five minutes, very much like Ronsencrantz and Guildenstern.*
“I’ve built a whole movie around them and I have brought one of the other characters from Tusk back.”
Love him or hate him, you can’t deny the balls on Smith. He’s planning a follow-up to a film that hasn’t even come out yet – that takes stones.
Smith also has a “Creepshow-like horror anthology” called Come To The Krampus in the works, which has already been pre-sold by distributor XYZ Films.
What say you, readers? You guys into Kevin “Snootchie Bootchies” Smith getting all up in the horror genre?
* the two courtiers sent by the king to spy on Hamlet.
Magnet Releasing and Drafthouse Films keep teasing ABCs of Death 2 on their Facebook page, releasing a grotesque behind-the-scenes look at Jen and Sylvia Soska’s (American Mary, See No Evil 2) segment in the anthology.
While we don’t have release details just yet from the anthology sequel, which delivers 26 new dark tales from the industry’s most celebrated genre directors.
ABCs of Death 2 is produced by Ant Timpson and Tim League, in conjunction with associate producers Todd Brown, Marc Walkow, Mitch Davis, and Ted Geoghegan.
FULL DIRECTOR LIST:
Julian Barratt (THE MIGHTY BOOSH)
Todd Rohal (THE CATECHISM CATALYSM)
Steven Kostanski (MANBORG)
Alejandro Brugués (JUAN OF THE DEAD)
Jim Hosking (commercial director)
Hajime Ohata (HENGE)
Chris Nash (SKINFECTIONS)
Álex de la Iglesia (THE LAST CIRCUS, DAY OF THE BEAST)
Rodney Ascher (ROOM 237)
Bill Plympton (Animator)
Erik Matti (ON THE JOB, MAGIC TEMPLE)
Kristina Buozyte and Bruno Samper (VANISHING WAVES)
Sion Sono (COLD FISH, SUICIDE CLUB)
Vincenzo Natali (SPLICE, CUBE)
Larry Fessenden (THE LAST WINTER, HABIT)
Marcus Dunstan (THE COLLECTION)
Julien Maury and Alexandre Bustillo (INSIDE, LIVID)
E.L. Katz (CHEAP THRILLS)
Jen and Sylvia Soska (AMERICAN MARY, DEAD HOOKER IN A TRUNK)
Aharon Keshales and Navot Papushado (RABIES, BIG BAD WOLVES)
Julian Gilbey (A LONELY PLACE TO DIE)
Dennison Ramalho (NINJAS and LOVE FOR MOTHER ONLY)
Lancelot Imasuen (Nollywood director)
Jerome Sable (THE LEGEND OF BEAVER DAM, STAGEFRIGHT)
Robert Morgan (BOBBY YEAH)
Netflix just sent us four official stills from “The Killing,” which premieres exclusively on Netflix on August 1.
Joel Kinnaman will return for a final season, along with his partner, Sarah Linden (Mireille Enos).
In the slow-burn series, a police investigation, the saga of a grieving family, and a Seattle mayoral campaign all interlock after the body of 17-year-old Rosie Larsen is found in the trunk of a submerged car.
“The fourth and final season of ‘The Killing’ picks up right after the season 3 finale. As Detective Linden (Mireille Enos) and Detective Holder (Joel Kinnaman) struggle to manage the fallout from their rash actions at the end of last season, they are assigned a new case — a picture perfect family is murdered, survived only by the son, Kyle Stansbury (Tyler Ross), who was shot in the head during the massacre. Joan Allen guest stars this season as Colonel Margaret Rayne, the headmaster of the all-boys military academy where Kyle attends. The new season also stars Gregg Henry, Sterling Beaumon and Levi Meaden.”
Variety reports that Toma Ikuta, who starred in the hit Takashi Miike gang actioner The Mole Song: Undercover Agent Reiji, has been announced as the lead in the revenge thriller Grasshopper.
Based on a novel by Kotaro Isaka (“Golden Slumber,” “Fish Story”) that has sold 1.27 million copies in Japan, the picture stars Ikuta as “a junior high teacher who quits his job and infiltrates the underworld to find the killer of his lover.”
Also in the main cast are Tadanobu Asano (47 Ronin, Thor), playing a killer-for-hire who drives his victims to suicide and Ryosuke Yamada of the Hey! Say! Jump! boy band, playing a knife-wielding hitman.
Directed by Tomoyuki Takimoto, who worked with Ikuta on the 2013 sci-fi thriller “Brain Man,” the pic starts shooting today (July 7) and will be in theaters in 2015, with Kadokawa producing and distributing.
Carol and company are in trouble in this first ever look at AMC’s fifth season of “The Walking Dead”!
The series stars Andrew Lincoln, Norman Reedus, Steven Yeun, Lauren Cohan, Chandler Riggs, Melissa McBride, Emily Kinney, Danai Gurira, Chad Coleman, and Sonequa Martin-Green.
“The Walking Dead” returns this October.
Expect some goodies out of the Comic-Con next week.
If you’ve ever looked at an aquarium display and wondered why we’ve all been forbidden to tap on the glass — because everyone knows when you’re told not to do something, that’s when you really want to do it — then this video should offer a decent reason as to why it can be a bad thing. It’s not because of the aural sensitivity of the marine animals contained within, it’s for your own safety.
If you’d like to lure a friend or family member, preferably one with a strong heart, into this delightful prank, you can find it at the International Spy Museum’s Earth Redesigned exhibit in Washington D.C. Just make sure you have the camera rolling when Jaws inevitably strikes.
In celebration of the film’s 39th anniversary last month, Narragansett is giving Jaws fans another chance to Crush it Like Quint with a re-release of the 1975 version of the can seen in the horror film that made everyone terrified to enter the open water. I’m still terrified of swimming in the ocean, but that fear mostly stems from Jellyfish. I haven’t been the same since I witnessed my sister getting peed on by a life guard after she was stung on a family vacation. How do you recover from something like that? Seriously, tell me, I’d like to know.
Anyway, the special edition can will be available for a limited time this summer in 12, 18, and 30-packs. They’ll also be giving fans a chance to name and track an adopted shark, because, ya know, Jaws. If you’d like to name a random shark, you can offer some suggestions on the ‘Gansett Facebook and Twitter using the hashtag #NameTheShark.
Me? I’ll be keeping a respectable distance between me and all of Jellyfish kind.
I’d like to try something different and see if it appeals to any of you. We have this fancy new section here on Bloody Disgusting, The Further, and since it’s sort of experimental I figured I’d take the opportunity to experiment with it. In this series, I’m going to share all sorts of scary stories with you. They’ll range from the supernatural to the strange, supposed real-life accounts to creepypasta shorts, and everything in-between.
This first story is just disturbing, and it’s made all the more effective by how plausible it is. Enjoy.
Autopilot, written by Skarjo
Have you ever forgotten your phone?
When did you realist you’d forgotten it? I’m guessing you didn’t just smack your forehead and exclaim ‘damn’ apropos of nothing. The realization probably didn’t dawn on you spontaneously. More likely, you reached for your phone, pawing open your pocket or handbag, and were momentarily confused by it not being there. Then you did a mental re-step of the morning’s events.
In my case, my phone’s alarm woke me up as normal but I realized the battery was lower than I expected. It was a new phone and it had this annoying habit of leaving applications running that drain the battery overnight. So, I put it on to charge while I showered instead of into my bag like normal. It was a momentary slip from the routine but that was all it took. Once in the shower, my brain got back into ‘the routine’ it follows every morning and that was it.
This wasn’t just me being clumsy, as I later researched, this is a recognized brain function. Your brain doesn’t just work on one level, it works on many. Like, when you’re walking somewhere, you think about your destination and avoiding hazards, but you don’t need to think about keeping your legs moving properly. If you did, the entire world would turn into one massive hilarious QWOP cosplay. I wasn’t thinking about regulating my breathing, I was thinking whether I should grab a coffee on the drive to work (I did). I wasn’t thinking about moving my breakfast through my intestines, I was wondering whether I’d finish on time to pick up my daughter Emily from nursery after work or get stuck with another late fee. This is the thing; there’s a level of your brain that just deals with routine, so that the rest of the brain can think about other things.
Think about it. Think about your last commute. What do you actually remember? Little, if anything, probably. Most common journeys blur into one, and recalling any one in particular is scientifically proven to be difficult. Do something often enough and it becomes routine. Keep doing it and it stops being processed by the thinking bit of the brain and gets relegated to a part of the brain dedicated to dealing with routine. Your brain keeps doing it, without you thinking about it. Soon, you think about your route to work as much as you do keeping your legs moving when you walk. As in, not at all.
Most people call it autopilot. But there’s danger there. If you have a break in your routine, your ability to remember and account for the break is only as good as your ability to stop your brain going into routine mode. My ability to remember my phone being on the counter is only as reliable as my ability to stop my brain entering ‘morning routine mode’ which would dictate that my phone is actually in my bag. But I didn’t stop my brain entering routine mode. I got in the shower as normal. Routine started. Exception forgotten.
My brain was back in the routine. I showered, I shaved, the radio forecast amazing weather, I gave Emily her breakfast and loaded her into the car (she was so adorable that morning, she complained about the ‘bad sun’ in the morning blinding her, saying it stopped her having a little sleep on the way to nursery) and left. That was the routine. It didn’t matter that my phone was on the counter, charging silently. My brain was in the routine and in the routine my phone was in my bag. This is why I forgot my phone. Not clumsiness. Not negligence. Nothing more my brain entering routine mode and over-writing the exception.
I left for work. It’s a swelteringly hot day already. The bad sun had been burning since before my traitorously absent phone woke me. The steering wheel was burning hot to the touch when I sat down. I think I heard Emily shift over behind my driver’s seat to get out of the glare. But I got to work. Submitted the report. Attended the morning meeting. It’s not until I took a quick coffee break and reached for my phone that the illusion shattered. I did a mental re-step. I remembered the dying battery. I remembered putting it on to charge. I remembered leaving it there.
My phone was on the counter.
Again, therein lies the danger. Until you have that moment, the moment you reach for your phone and shatter the illusion, that part of the brain is still in routine mode. It has no reason to question the facts of the routine; that’s why it’s a routine. Attrition of repetition. It’s not as if anyone could say ‘why didn’t you remember your phone? Didn’t it occur to you? How could you forget? You must be negligent’; this is to miss the point. My brain was telling me the routine was completed as normal, despite the fact that it wasn’t. It wasn’t that I forgot my phone. According to my brain, according to the routine, my phone was in my bag. Why would I think to question it? Why would I check? Why would I suddenly remember, out of nowhere, that my phone was on the counter? My brain was wired into the routine and the routine was that my phone was in my bag.
The day continued to bake. The morning haze gave way to the relentless fever heat of the afternoon. Tarmac bubbled. The direct beams of heat threatened to crack the pavement. People swapped coffees for iced smoothies. Jackets discarded, sleeves rolled up, ties loosened, brows mopped. The parks slowly filled with sunbathers and BBQ’s. Window frames threatened to warp. The thermometer continued to swell. Thank fuck the offices were air conditioned.
But, as ever, the furnace of the day gave way to a cooler evening. Another day, another dollar. Still cursing myself for forgetting my phone, I drove home. The days heat had baked the inside of the car, releasing a horrible smell from somewhere. When I arrived on the driveway, the stones crunching comfortingly under my tires, my wife greeted me at the door.
As if the phone wasn’t bad enough. After everything I’d left Emily at the fucking nursery after all. I immediately sped back to the nursery. I got to the door and started practicing my excuses, wondering vainly if I could charm my way out of a late fee. I saw a piece of paper stuck to the door.
“Due to vandalism overnight, please use side door. Today only.”
Overnight? What? The door was fine this morni-.
I froze. My knees shook.
Vandals. A change in the routine.
My phone was on the counter.
I hadn’t been here this morning.
My phone was on the counter.
I’d driven past because I was drinking my coffee. I’d not dropped off Emily.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d moved her seat. I hadn’t seen her in the mirror.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d fallen asleep out of the bad sun. She didn’t speak when I drove past her nursery.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d changed the routine.
My phone was on the counter.
She’d changed the routine and I’d forgotten to drop her off.
My phone was on the counter.
9 hours. That car. That baking sun. No air. No water. No power. No help. That heat. A steering wheel too hot to touch.
I walked to the car door. Numb. Shock.
I opened the door.
My phone was on the counter and my daughter was dead.
This story was republished from Reddit.