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THE BLACK DOORS — NECRODROME

Hardcore Horror Masters of the Macabre: Leviathan Code

A tribute to perverse, biomechanical body horror

A film by Daniel FX Staal

 

 

“I unleash the most perverse horror imaginable.”

This is the final edit of my lifelong project — The Black Doors: An Alternative Cut — the culmination of 25 years of creation.

Every frame, every sound, every nightmare is mine: story, music, FX, animation, and sound design.

This version — Sexual Shaped, fused with visceral body horror, dares to ask:

Is this Videodrome II?

Or a lost Hellraiser film, born from the digital abyss?

A Life Devoted to Horror

I’ve loved horror since I was five years old.

Even in kindergarten, I terrified my teachers with drawings of skulls — torn flesh, dripping blood, imagination unbound.

The Black Doors is my ultimate tribute to the art of body horror.

It honors the masterpieces that shaped me:

The Thing, From Beyond, Videodrome, Hellraiser, Troma’s Poltergeist, An American Werewolf in London, Zombie Flesh Eaters, and many others.

The color palette draws directly from From Beyond — neon reds and blues that pulse with otherworldly energy and decay.

This project functions both as a 360° immersive experience and a cinematic 2D feature, merging dimensions to pull viewers deeper into its biomechanical nightmare.

For this edition, I created FX never before visualized — a breathtaking fusion of the digital and the organic.

It is 100% biomechanical flesh — raw, haunting, and utterly unique.

The Shunt":  A Tribute to Erotic Perverted Body Horror— Black Doors: Necrodrome: Hardcore Horror Masters of Macabre:

The Secret of the Screen

There is a secret:

The television screen has become the retina of the mind’s eye.

It is a portal, a doorway, like Hellraiser’s puzzle box.

It is a tesseract, a source code, a multidimensional construct — existing in 3D, 360°, and 2D simultaneously.

Its design was first imagined by M.C. Escher in his painting Relativity — a world where time, direction, and gravity collapse into paradox.

This film is my ode to that impossible geometry — a hellish dimension rendered at 60 frames per second, where past, present, and future coexist in the same breath.

It is also a homage to Hellraiser II: Hellbound, and to Leviathan — the god-machine of geometry and madness.

A Descent Beyond Cinema

The Black Doors is not simply a film — it is an experience.

A descent into the subconscious.

A philosophical and psychological body-horror odyssey.

Born from the mind of Daniel FX Staal, it merges stop-motion, deepfake AI, 3D modeling, green screen, and live action into a hallucinatory, surreal nightmare.

It pays tribute to the masters — H.R. Giger, David Cronenberg, and Clive Barker — while forging an entirely new mythology of flesh, guilt, and possession.

And yes — the Horror Masters themselves appear within this universe.

Beyond the Black Doors

These are not stories meant to comfort.

They are mirrors — reflecting humanity at its most grotesque and unrestrained.

Imagine a man whose intellect bends the world as easily as a storm bends trees.

A man with the cruelty of a god and the imagination of an unchained mind.

History remembers those who forged weapons or ruled through fear — but what if such brilliance existed without morality?

Daniel FX Staal embodies that shadow. His art lives where creation and annihilation intertwine, where lust becomes language, guilt becomes flesh, and transformation becomes truth.

Each Door is a state of being:

  • Desire festering into nightmare.

  • Love decaying into obsession.

  • Innocence twisting into monstrosity.

To open them is to confront yourself — the self you never wished to see.

Philosophy is carved into flesh.

Theology burns with despair.

The Black Doors are not crafted of wood or iron — but of thought, blood, and fear.

They do not simply show horror.

They reveal the horror within you.

Step Through, If You Dare

This is not just a movie.

It is revelation — a journey into genius unrestrained, desire unbound, and the unbearable poetry of a mind unafraid to play God.

The Black Doors are waiting.

How to Prepare for the Shunt"**

— A Carnal-Tech Canticle of Flesh, Circuit, and Consent —

Start with the Ritual: Cleanse and Check,
Not just your hands, but hole and neck. 
Enema ready? Shower steam?
A clean base starts the merging dream.

Gloves and barriers—latex sheen,
Condoms prepped and toys all clean. 
Lube? Oh yes. Use lots, be wise—

Manual

Techno Christ Science, Sex & The Cure of Sickness

Now plug it in, and paint it red.

💥 Electro-Stim Pads on thighs and taint,
Pulse with rhythm, rough or quaint. 
💥 E-Stim Bud Plug (low and slow),
Train the root before you go.

🎮 App-controlled vibes inside the womb,
Feel the buzz before the boom. 
🎛 Neon wand for light arc play,
Just don’t forget to ground the way.

📍 Nipple clamps with wire lines,
Let circuits dance along the spines. 
💋 TENS on labia, kok or clit,
When done with care, they finely fit.

Safety Word & Afterglow: Not Just Kink, It’s Core.
Before the merging, set the lore: 
A word to stop, a hand to slow—
So every moan is meant, not show.

Hydrate. Soothe. Breathe and grin.
Wipe the lube off soft-lit skin. 
Cuddle close or space apart—
Every good Shunt ends with heart.

So moan, and pulse, and prep your flesh—
Where science meets the sacred mesh. 
For every plug and every kiss,
Becomes a rite, a carnal bliss.


A slick canal makes angels rise.

Anatomy’s Gospel: Know Each Gate,
Where nerves converge, and pulses wait. 
🎯 Clit, that crown of subtle flame,
8000 sparks that call your name.

💧 Vulva: lips and vestibule,
Moistened flesh, both plush and cruel. 
🎯 G-spot hidden, past the ridge,
Strokes toward navel build the bridge.

🍑 Ass: the ring, the golden seal,
Demands warm-up, deep and real. 
The inner walls, like velvet bone,
Pulse to touch once fear has flown.

🍆 Penis: shaft of sacred light,
Rooted deep in pelvic night. 
From frenulum to swollen head,
Each vein a verse, each throb a thread.

The Positions of Power and Merge Begin:
Missionary Mode: face-to-face sin. 
Cords on thighs, electrodes hum,
Clits on pads or perineum.

Doggy-ztyle Dock: ash in air,
One hand grips and one prepares. 
Vaginal? Anal-omnipotento? Tempo Both may sing—
Just angle right and feel the ring.

Rider of Surge: you take control,
On top with wand or plug in hole. 
Ride the current, fuck the sky—
Feel the firmware multiply.

Spooning Sync: for those who pine,
For tenderness in carnal time. 
Reach around, vibrator tight—
Let moans cascade like pulses bright.The Tools of the Shunt: Tech in Bed

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Body Horror All Stars, Ash x Pinhead x Videodrome x Black Doors x Necrodrome, Best Horror (((3D x 360))) Movie in the World (((8K)))

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(3D Over/Under) Watch on 3D TVs or VR headset for stereoscopic effect.

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TRIBUTE TO: HORROR MASTER



WITH: DAVID CRONENBERG... LLOYD KAUFMAN AND CLIVE BARKER HIMSELF

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SPACE PUSSY PING PONG WORLD RECORDS

You Are Traveling far beyond the known. Through veils of whispers, cracks in stone. Not

only sight, not only sound, but mind itself, unchained, unbound. A signpost

loose, its edges frayed. A gateway carved in shadow shade. A road that

bends, distorts, unseams. A corridor of fractured dreams. You

unlock this door.

The black door wide. Beyond it, doors of
infinity collide.

A twisting path. Grotesque obscene where nothing is and all has been. A twist

between. Grotesque obscene where nothing is and all has been. A place between

where senses fray, where echoes slither, twist decay between the light and

creeping shade between the known and unmade. Do not adjust,

do not resist. Let trembling hands
caress the mist. We pull the strings.

We shake the night. We'll blur your soul.
We'll steal your sight. The black door yawns.

The void unknown. Jim whispers secrets.
Flesh has sown. Step through. Step deep.

Your fate is sealed. All reason lost.
All truth revealed. Now hush. Sit

back. Relax. Drift in. The
grand illusion will begin.

You've just crossed over. There's no way home. Your Next stop lies and fates control.

A world unchained.
A mind profaned.

The black doors.

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