Craig Knitt

On a scorching summer day 6 friends venture into the mountains for one more vacation before their lives change forever. Unbeknownst to them, their lives would forever be changed anyway. In the shadows awaits a pack of the most evil, the most vile, rejects of humanity that's addicted to violence and thirsty for blood! This is Psycho Holocaust... Written by Rufty, Krist

It's the Fourth of July in Los Angeles, and Jamie, a broke illustrator who is behind on his rent, tries to throw a cookout while his overbearing roommate is out of town, but everything seems to go wrong.

"Proefessor John Sola (Eric Roberts) wants to do a human experiment about authority. When his subjects start dying one by one, he learns that somebody else wants to do a project about Solitude."

Daniel needs to leave a Wisconsin house party. Simple enough—until it isn’t. Every step toward the door is stalled by well-meaning friends, beer-fueled banter, cheese curds, Kringle, impersonations, and the ever-repeating promise: “Pizza’s coming.” What begins as a polite Wisconsin farewell spirals into a surreal, slow-burning nightmare—equal parts funny, uncomfortable, and oddly familiar.

Two men are lured to a Wisconsin farmhouse where they hear the disturbing tale of Margaret Shaw.

A strange man accidentally digs up a huge egg while he is in the process of burying a body. The egg hatches and the creature that came from inside has plans of it's own.

Daniel needs to leave a Wisconsin house party. Simple enough—until it isn’t. Every step toward the door is stalled by well-meaning friends, beer-fueled banter, cheese curds, Kringle, impersonations, and the ever-repeating promise: “Pizza’s coming.” What begins as a polite Wisconsin farewell spirals into a surreal, slow-burning nightmare—equal parts funny, uncomfortable, and oddly familiar.

Daniel needs to leave a Wisconsin house party. Simple enough—until it isn’t. Every step toward the door is stalled by well-meaning friends, beer-fueled banter, cheese curds, Kringle, impersonations, and the ever-repeating promise: “Pizza’s coming.” What begins as a polite Wisconsin farewell spirals into a surreal, slow-burning nightmare—equal parts funny, uncomfortable, and oddly familiar.