THE NIGHTLY STORYTELLER CHRONICLEThe Gate (1987): Something’s Crawling Through
The Storyteller Speaks: Some Gates Should Stay Shut I used to think the worst things were the ones you invited in —the slow temptations, the cursed objects, the things that whispered sweet promises in dusty corners of flea markets. But now I know better. Some evils don’t need an invitation. They just need a crack. A hole. A weakness. And sometimes… you are the gate. Last night I had another spell—blacking out after a surge of energy, waking up barefoot in the backyard with dirt under my nails and blood on my cuticles. I don’t remember digging. I don’t remember screaming. But my neighbor swears she heard something—me or something else—chanting in a language she couldn’t recognize around 3:33 a.m. I tell myself it was a dream. I hope it was a dream. But then I found this… A VHS copy of The Gate —still sealed, still warm. 🎥 THE GATE (1987) – Suburbia’s Demons, Childhood’s End Speaking of things that want out, let's talk about a classic that perfectly capture...