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[Viral Horrors] The Paranoia, Madness and Eldritch Horror of “The Dionaea House”

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Since the dawn of civilization, human beings have been scaring the crap out of each other with horror stories inspired by their immediate environments. From early rural communities that feared the terrors creeping in from the wilderness to more recent urban dwellers that feared their own neighbors’ capacity for cruelty, it’s clear how our legends (be it werewolves or unstoppable serial killers) are shaped by our experiences. Nowadays, however, many people don’t seem to realize that we spend most of our waking hours online, be it at home or work, on computers or phones, and our stories have adjusted accordingly.

That’s why I believe it’s time to discuss the Viral Horrors that surround us every day. From Creepypastas to killer memes, these sordid tales are as much a part of our culture as campfire stories about vengeful forest spirits, only on a much larger scale. So let’s dive in, and see if we can come to appreciate these online scares and what they mean to us.

Today, I’d like to talk about a little online odyssey known as The Dionaea House, a sprawling, interconnected narrative told over a collection of blogs and e-mail transcripts that were uploaded by Eric Heisserer (The Thing, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Final Destination 5, Lights Out, Arrival) back in 2004 (though the story itself begins much earlier). In this epistolary tale, we’re introduced to a handful of characters as they communicate through the internet and investigate the connections between an old friend’s murder-suicide and a mysterious house.

As the story progresses, we soon learn that this House might not be a House after all, and that there are others like it, connected in ways that seem to break the laws of physics. With the added elements of paranoia, madness and eldritch horror constantly looming in the background, The Dionaea House evolves into one of my favorite online horror stories that still feels as fresh now as it did back in ’04.

I love these old blogging layouts.

That being said, the story is still clearly a product of its time, with the internet in the early 2000s being ripe with conspiracy theorists, paranormal enthusiasts and viral versions of urban legends that had been popular since the 1950s being spread through forwarded e-mails. Hell, if it wasn’t for Snopes, I’d still be afraid of that one maniac that was said to hide around in parking lots so he could slit folks’ Achilles’ tendons and then haul them off to a sex dungeon or something.

I’m not saying that these things disappeared from the modern internet (in fact, sharing unfounded rumors and accusations as fact is easier now than it’s ever been), but with the rise of mainstream social media and reputable news sites, personal accounts are no longer taken so seriously. Back then, however, in a world of personal homepages and primitive blogging, The Dionaea House pioneered a horror story told over multiple points of view in our new, interconnected world.

It wasn’t the first attempt at an epistolary horror story told through hypertext, and I’ll be the first to admit that there are more than a few similarities with Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves, but The Dionaea House hits much closer to home with its online presentation despite dealing with equally absurd details (I mean, both houses are technically eating people). The two stories also have a botanical element in common, with Danielewski comparing his endless house with the mythical tree Yggdrasil, and Heisserer describing his creation as a Venus Flytrap (scientific name: Dionaea muscipula) that attracts curious visitors with online rumors and sweet smells, then proceeds to devour their minds and bodies.

I’m a big fan of the symbolism here, not to mention the horrific potential of a being that uses its own online legend as a lure for more potential victims. Living in a world full of curiosity-fueled web-users constantly researching on multiple tabs, I think this tale is really ahead of its time. Plus, if you start to think about it, Eric’s uploads are actually serving the House’s ultimate goal, drawing just enough attention so that it’ll never go hungry, but never enough that people start a serious investigation.

You can technically read these in any order.

What makes the story scary isn’t that you necessarily believe it’s real (though I have a lot of fun reading through terrified comments on the blog posts), but that you know that in a place as wild as the internet, it could be. This uncertainty is something of a running theme in these internet yarns, and part of the reason why Creepypastas became so effective.

It’s no surprise that both the author and his work would eventually make their way to Hollywood (with Eric being involved with the Nightmare on Elm Street remake, Lights Out and even being nominated for an Oscar for Arrival), though the official Dionaea House adaptation remains in development hell.

As I’m writing this, it also appears that the original Dionaea House website (the one containing the first part of the story with links to the rest of it) has gone offline, which only reinforces the importance of discussing and preserving these bits of internet culture while we still can. Luckily, some noble fans managed to save the text so we can still read it elsewhere, but it’s a shame that we can no longer experience this part of the story as it was originally intended.

Nevertheless, with or without the original website, I can assure you that The Dionaea House is still out there waiting for a new generation of viral victims, so I’ll leave you with the links necessary to embark on this perilous journey. Just beware, as the door is always open.

  1. Correspondence from Mark Condry.
  2. Adventures in Babysitting.
  3. A Quiet Space.
  4. The Blog of Loreen Mathers.

Born Brazilian, raised Canadian, Luiz is a writer and filmmaker that spends most of his time thinking about movies.

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André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies

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André Øvredal's Troll Hunter

In this day and age, the wordtrollis often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.

It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shoutstrollat the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.

For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

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Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.

The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.

As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?

Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.

Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

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Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.

There is always a small risk whenever using the termmockumentaryto describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.

In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.

Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.

Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we callfound footage.

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A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.

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