Name the HorrorBid "Slasher" Guy Contest - Win Signed THE INNKEEPERS Posters & Tons More!

[BooMan]

As summer sets in what better time to strike up a contest then the present? Thanks to one of our favorite horror writer/directors Ti West, we have a kick ass prize pack that is sure the keep you on the edge of your seat as the days grow longer.

HOW TO ENTER:
We are looking for a name and backstory for our logo HorrorBId "Slasher" guy (pictured above). Simply come up with a name and brief backstory and post it below. If we choose your entry you win. It's that simple. We will have multiple runner ups to this contest as well (however the winner will receive all 3 prizes). We have quite a few multiples of each item so even though you may not take the top prize you still have a very good change of taking something home.

WHAT DO YOU WIN?:
1. Ti West signed Gatefold
2. The Dude Designs (pictured below) Ti West, Pat Healy and Sara Paxton poster
3. THE INNKEEPERS DVD

The contest will end this Monday on April 30th, 2012. We will announce the winner and runner ups at midnight est.

You must also be a fan of our Facebook or Twitter pages which are listed below to be eligible. Good luck!
( https://www.facebook.com/pages/HorrorBi ... 3951442977 )
( https://twitter.com/#!/horrorbid )

Ti West’s THE INNKEEPERS is now available on Blu-ray & DVD April 24th from Dark Sky Films. To order please CLICK HERE.

PRIZES ARE PICTURED BELOW:

Ti West signed Gatefold :


The Dude Designs Ti West, Pat Healy and Sara Paxton poster:


THE INNKEEPERS DVD:

[aceofspades70]

Harlon Hanberry. Kentucky born and bred.

When Harlon was a boy, he entertained himself by wearing anything he could find as a mask. His parents lived on a run down farm. A wretched shack of a home, desperate crops of food that were plowed by the hands of his father and an old horse.

One day, the local banker came to give Harlon's father the bad news...foreclosure. Harlon spied on the conversation. When his father stumbled back inside from hearing the news, Harlon grabbed his favorite mask, and a weapon.

The rusty old blade of a butcher knife rushes toward the banker man as Harlon runs toward him and draws back.

*SLICE*

Mr. Banker falls to the ground in agony. Blood gushes from the back of his thigh as he screams in pain. The knife is drawn again in rage and despair...

*SLICE*

The scream becomes silence as the banker grabs his neck and tries to stop the bleeding. There is no chance. He quickly dies.

Thirty years later, the farm is abandoned. Breezes blow through the broken glass of every other window. Paint peels from the rotted wood siding.

A family of four drives up in an SUV. A realtor follows in a new car. They all gather for a showing of what is believed to be the wonderful purchase of a weekend getaway fixer upper. Unfortunately, the residence is still occupied.

Harlon has never left home.

[MOWDEReeL]

Fall

He was mounted up against the sandstone, cold torture chamber walls, hands chained, nude, bleeding profusely. He was near death, seeping in and out of conscience nous with every flickering, light swinging from above. The minute hand of the nearby clock slid over to 11:59 P.M. He gleaned his last breath and exhaled softly…His life had abandoned him. The man once known by only ‘J.C.’ had died…

Blackness began to swallow his soul alleviating his once suffering agony. In the distance, a small speck of light peering through the end of the vast emptiness surrounding him began to permeate the scent of burning coals and a retched stench of rotting flesh. The light soon became a tall burning flame whisking, swirling the blackness of the tunneling walls. The fire pierced through his very soul, it was indeed the touch of Lucifer. Nothing happened.

“HMMM!” The Price of Darkness bellowed from with-in the nothingness. “NO ONE SHALL GAZE UPON ME!” The growling echo vibrated the shadows of ambiguity until the darkness began to separate from around him and crumble into a void of nonentity.

It could feel the cold again from the steel chains and grits of brittle sand against its nude flesh. The minute hand slid over to 12:01 A.M. It had awakened, but it wasn’t the same…the pain was gone…forever. “THIS ONE BELONGS TO ME!” It heard from within its conscience. Its tight clinched eyes, opened with balls of fire having consumed its pupils. Empowered by an unknown strength it ripped the chains free from the walls. The shape of what was once a man now steadily walked over to the variety of torture weapons mounted near the exit doorway. He grazed his hands along the axe, the pickaxe, the saw until his fingers pressed up against the weapon his torturers had used on him, a butcher knife. “YOU ARE MY SEVENTH HAND!” The demon spoke internally, “THE LUNAR MOON IS NOW YOUR GUIDE!” Each word shook what was once the being’s flesh.

The exit doorway easily opened without a squeak and the presence stepped into the hallway. In front of it, facing the opposite direction staring out a window was a silhouette of a tall stocky fellow with chaotically tangled hair; the moonlight glimpsed what appeared to be the man also wearing a strange white mask of sorts, and clothes that most certainly would be a perfect fit, indeed.

“STEP FORTH!” Satan’s assertive whisper came again, “STEP FORTH ‘GRAVEN KANE’ AND TAKE YOUR REVENGE!”

[lameo]

In this world, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Myers actually exist. They are constantly battling one another to see who will come out the ultimate slasher icon. If you are keen to the eye at night, look through your window and you might see Freddy and Jason having the war of a lifetime. A man by the name of Hank Silverstone created a being so powerful and destructive that he could take out Michael with just a snap of his fingers. He created this being so he could be a leader of all the horror legends of the world. Hank wanted all of them to unite and be together in harmony so they wreck havoc on the world. He wanted no more fighting but wanted a gang of slashers. Even the supernatural ones such as Pinhead. Hank spent years perfecting his idea, gathering all the necessary potions he would need to finish his masterpiece. In the third year, he had finished his greatest work. And now as the night draws forward, the being leads the gang of nightmares all throughout the world to unleash destruction wherever they may please. In their eyes, its Heaven on Earth. His name is Balthazar.

[sickkgirl]

Drew Kogler, aka; Faceless.

After going to a party in high school, his rivals throw acid off his face causing him to be severely disfigured. He ran off into the night never to be seen again until the date of the party three years later. He stalks the night hunting down each and every person at that party skinning their faces, looking for the perfect replacement.

[BloodyAdored]

MorBid

MorBid stalks the contributors of the site. As soon as one becomes a contributor and they slack on contributing, MorBid begins to stalk them. The contributor thinks the scratching on the windows was just a branch in the wind, or that the creaks in the house are just caused by living in an old house, but it is really MorBid getting closer. The contributor sees shadows of a man within their home but plays it off as their eyes playing tricks on them, until the haunting sudden flash images of MorBid's mask begin to take over their mind and eyes. Everywhere they look they see the mask. They think they are becoming mad, but the truth is, the mask is consuming them slowly. On the night, with a full moon, the contributor looks into the mirror and realizes they have become MorBid. Their clothing, their looks, and their thoughts are all MorBid. Morbid has the taste for blood and he's looking for more contributors. Those who refuse to consume themselves with HorrorBid.com, pay the price of death.

[indygogo]

His name is Danny Masterson.

He worked for Fangoria Magazine in the 1980's when after writing and reviewing some of horrors biggest stories he became obsessed with the 1989 film adaptation of Stephen King's Pet Sematary. When the bosses at Fangoria would try to get Masterson to write about other films he simply would look at them and smile. After torching the office building and killing a majority of the staff Masterson disappeared, or at least that's what they thought.

In 2007 Masterson came out of hiding (still obsessed with the film Pet Sematary) and drove to Maine to find the Indian Burial Ground mentioned in the movie. Once he found the grave site Masterson placed a mask he had hand made on his head and then took out a revolver and blew his brains out. Thankfully for Masterson he had dug a shallow grave and fell into it. They say that he was reborn that night, gaining life once again thanks to the Indian Burial Ground that he obsessed over.

From that point on he decided to set out and stalk the greatest horror website on the planet. Masterson would become that backbone of a new breed of horror known as HorrorBid.com. He can still be seen haunting in the moonlight with his mask and machete in hand to this very day.