The Hewitt House in Granger, Texas. As seen on Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003). Originally standing on the current grounds of the University of Texas, this architectural piece of horror film history moved to Granger, Texas in the 1930s. Current residents assure visitors and fans of the films that no one was murdered at this house….
Annie spends a day in the quiet room after interfering with Twitch’s treatment plan. After Twitch’s code blue on the children’s unit, Dr. Shaundry speaks with him about his special precaution status. A mysterious new patient is admitted to the children’s unit directly before a power outage creates chaos on all units.
An unimaginable pain warrants an emergency room visit in rural Texas. Upon arrival, tests are immediately administered catering to the symptoms of appendicitis. As the panels are being analyzed, a computed tomography scan will hopefully shed light on what’s going on inside. Join my hellish night, where the typically routine becomes demonically ritualistic.
An examination of my first short film, The Killing Floor. From the birth of the idea, pre-production, filming, and its unfortunate downfall. The Killing Floor was just not meant to be, but here’s what I’ve learned and what I take away. Complete with script excerpts and behind the scenes photos!
Joseph convinces his four friends to set out too what they believe to be a film class project. Rumors surrounding the isolated mountain town of Elk River told of an English teacher who spoke about communicating with the dead. The school eventually became abandoned after the sawmill went under and the town’s population plummeted. After a local paper states that the remains of his daughter have recently been found buried outside the school grounds The Sunday Crew decides to check it out for themselves. Upon further investigation of this abandoned school they find his works may not be as fictional as the town believed.
An abused foster child is admitted to a behavioral health center…again. Stonewalled by the boy’s silence after a hellish admittance night, the psychologist assigned to his case places him on a strict watch. Unwilling to vocalize his pain, the boy begins to lash out with fits of violence and self-harm. Instead of being placed in another abusive home, he’d rather extend his stay on the children’s psych unit. Follow a morning in his piss stained hospital gown. The forgotten youth are just as broken as the system itself.