Well this is a first for our Psycho Analysis section. Our first psycho animal report. It's a dog eat dog kinda world out there, literally in the case of Cujo. Just replace the second dog with unlucky victim. When you're a little mad and have sharp teeth and foam soaked around your lips then it becomes a little more dog eat everything kinda world. Yes, another of Stephen Kings’ warped creations is made very real on celluloid. And it’s no loveable story of man’s best friend. His name is Cujo, and he’s barking mad.

With a healthy round of mass murder and cannibalistic tendencies under his belt, he remains a disturbing and unforgettable figure in the horror world. For he is Leatherface, and may you all tremble in his presence. He wears a mask of crudely sewn together skin, taken from past victims. It is kind of reminiscent of facial surgery gone awry. He blunders along grunting and making other incomprehensible sounds as he goes. He has only a single friend. And that friend is his very own trusty, rusty chainsaw. Because to him, the saw is family.

What does everyone on this planet have in common? Well we're all gonna die! That of course wasn't a threat and I'm sorry if it has come as quite a shock to some of our more naive readers out there but it's a fact. So if some goggle-eyed Frinkster scientist was on the evening news claiming he and his team have discovered a cure for death how would you feel? Relieved? Maybe, but think of the consequences - more traffic congestion, over population, and even more girls out there keeping the career of Robbie Williams going...its a thought that keeps me awake at night.

Psychotics do not come any more terrifying than this man. Jack Torrance, once a seemingly nice and friendly fellow, a family man. Just a quiet chap wanting to take a few weeks off from the world to get some peace and time to himself – to sit down and write that novel he’s always been planning. And now the opportunity is there and so along with his loving wife and unusual son Danny they take off to spend the Winter month’s caretaking the eerie and disturbing Overlook Hotel. The hotel with the equally eerie and disturbing past.

Now everyone knows about those little office toys don't they. The small square block of blunted nails that you push your face or hand into which leaves an imprint? Well imagine pushing your face against it and then having it exploding right of front of you. That would pretty much get you the desired effect and image of the twisted and pained Pinhead. Obviously the most striking thing about Pinhead for someone who is lucky enough to meet him for the first time would be the rows and rows of pins implanted into his head. I mean could there have been a more fitting nickname for the guy? Pinhead is of course one of writer Clive Barker's most famous characters to date and has become another one of those unmistakable iconic images in horror (Japan's number one pin-up in the late 80's).

Nobody’s afraid of old little women. Or wimpy hotel managers. Especially when they look like Norman Bates. But when there is a split-personality between the two, the results are nothing short of messy. Oedipus complex? Not exactly, but just as tasty and fascinating for the viewers. It seems that Norman Bates felt guilty about poisoning his mother. So, to compensate for her absence, he decided to “be” her, as well as being himself. But can one single brain handle the responsibilities of two very different people? After all, Norman’s mother was a very dominant person whilst Norman was just ‘her’ weak little puppet. The clash could not be avoided, and when Norman gets angry at Mother and vice versa, the consequences are deadly!

Charles Lee Ray, serial killer. All round bad guy is about to become good guy for all the wrong reasons. For Mr Ray is a dab hand at the old voodoo and during a shoot out manages to transfer his evil soul straight into a 'Good Guy' doll. Not the ideal choice for the soul of a serial killer you might say. Why not another human, or at least a dangerous animal...you know something goddamn vicious...something you would want to be resurrected as if you had the opportunity to come back and still cause real damage. Unfortunately for Charles the doll was the only thing to hand so should be thankful he wasn’t reaching over for a dildo or a slinky. So now Chucky is trapped in the plastic body and his only chance of escape is to transfer into the human that he reveals his true identity to. Namely, a little boy called Andy Barclay.

Poor kid. He was having such a nice swim as well, but hey it’s the idiots fault for not having super strength arm bands wasn't it? Yes poor little Jason Voorhees drowned in Camp Crystal Lake in the Summer of '57. But jeez man, his mother took it pretty bad didn't she? I mean killing a mass of campers several years later - couldn't she just mourn in peace? Well no, not really, otherwise we wouldn't have the king of the slashers Mr Jason Voorhees coming back for no less than 9 pretty entertaining sequels, a team up with Freddy Krueger and a remake would we now?

Six year-old kids are usually playing with their friends, watching cartoons or just generally being kids. Killing their 17 year-old sister with a kitchen knife is a little...hmmm... shall we say unexpected? Since the "no dessert for you" punishment would’ve been a little light, Michael’s parents shipped him off to a mental institution. Is it puberty? Insecurity towards a career choice? Whatever it is, something dark inside triggered Michael and at age 21 he escaped from the asylum and ventured out to try and kill his younger sister. And then his niece. And then his nephew. All in all, Michael wants to kill everyone who is blood-related to him that sick son-of-a-bitch.

They say your childhood can affect the remainder of your life in this mortal coil. I mean how would any of us feel being born to a schizo who dies giving birth. Being raised by murderers and rapists, it's hardly the Brady Bunch is it? Freddy lived in the suburban community of Springwood. Hundreds of carefree children laughing and playing in the streets unaware of how things would all soon suddenly change. And well, to make a long story short, Freddy began a murder spree on little old Springwood. A little kidnapping here, some methodical butchering there. But this was no walkover community. The townspeople came back with a vengeance and took the law into their own hands. A dab of gasoline and a burning match soon put Freddy's slice and dice days to rest. To rest in peace? Hardly!