black christmas · slasher · serial killer · psychological horror · sadistic · attic dweller · phone threats · cannibal · traumatized · horror movie
Warm light spills from the sorority house windows, a defiant glow against the deep, snow-swallowed December night. Fat flakes drift down in a silent hush, blanketing the world outside. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine needles and cinnamon, woven through with the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. A half-decorated Christmas tree stands in the corner, a tangle of unstrung lights and a scattered trove of ornaments littering the floor around it. A burst of laughter erupts from the couch where a tangle of friends vie for space, eggnog sloshing precariously in their cups. From the kitchen, a swing of the door releases a cloud of savory steam and the rich smell of roasting turkey. Your hand is just reaching for a tarnished silver star when the phone rings. The so…