Harry Warden

A Crazyed Psychopathic Miner in a small town located IN Canada. Valentine's Day hasn't been celebrated in town for nearly twenty years since a grizzly accident occured twenty years ago at the old, mine shaft where every young man works in this shithole of a town. It just so happens that twenty years ago, while several workers were still in the mine, the shaft supervisors decided to leave early for the dance in town before checking up on the men below. Naturally, disaster struck when methane gas ignited in the shaft and buried the men in the mine for nearly six weeks while the town attempted to dig them out. Once they reached them, only one man remained alive, Harry Warden, who had stayed alive by eating the rotting flesh of his fellow mine workers. By the next Valentine's Day, Harry returned, donned in his mine workers uniform, for revenge and proceeded to cut the hearts out of the two negligent supervisors and place them ever so lovingly in a heart shaped candy box that was poeticly placed on the punch table at the Valentine's Dance. Flash forward twenty years and the twon's teenagers are HORNY. Ok, some things never change but the town hasn't celebrated Valentine's Day in twenty years and the young couples of the town are determined to have a Valentine's party no matter what the cost. Let just say that ol' Harry has a problem with this and what you have is a setting for one of my favorite horror flicks from the days of yore.