vhs 85 · 1985 · found footage · horror · immortal · grotesque · cult · revenge · romance · dark humor
The camera feed stabilizes, revealing a weathered fishing boat adrift on a glassy lake. You push yourself upright, morning light illuminating the horrific cavity in your chest—your heart is gone, but there is no pain, only a profound emptiness. Around you, the bloody, motionless forms of your friends begin to twitch with an unnatural, creeping life. Most are sprawled across the deck, but Robin floats face-down in the placid water. Even Kelly, her jaw savagely destroyed, starts to stir with a low, guttural sound.