I’m so busy.
I have some new (to me) furniture coming in 12 hours, company coming for dinner in about 21 hours, and I’m leaving for a week in Colorado in about 40 hours, but instead of doing ANYTHING on my to-do list (i.e. finishing up some work, prepping old furniture to be picked up. cleaning my house, doing laundry, shopping, packing, etc.), I am writing this here blog (and watching the Olympics. And, for good measure, I’m going to read a bunch of other people’s blogs). My priorities are spot-on.
It seems as if fear is the theme of the week. I have shared before that I hate scary movies, but that is not entirely true. I actually used to really like spooky movies – I’m the one who got Jay watching them (he was a chicken when he met me!).
Even now, sometimes I like to curl up on the couch with Jay and a bowl of popcorn and kind of, sort of watch a creepy movie. If it gets too scary, I’ll distract myself with a magazine or my laptop. If it’s really, really scary, I will turn around and watch the reflection of the movie in Jay’s glasses (I can't explain why this feels safer). If it’s super, super scary, I will turn around, close my eyes, hide my head under the covers and ask Jay repeatedly to tell me what’s happening.
Scary movies aren’t so bad… unless they are gory, or feature creepy old women or little children. And I hate scary movies that deal with any type of demonic possession.
Enter Linda Blair.
In the early 1970’s, this seemingly adorable young girl made a terribly frightening movie called The Exorcist, and in the year 1990 (when I was the ripe old age of eleven), someone decided it would be a good idea for me to watch it.
It was not a good idea.
I watched this movie from start to finish, pretending I wasn’t the least bit scared. My friends at school were watching it too, and I was glad I was going to be able to talk about it with them the next morning. (SPOILER ALERT: I never spoke of this movie again, except to tell this story).
That night, it took me forever to fall asleep. I could have sworn my bed was shaking. I heard creeks and groans. I was terrified. Finally I dozed off. Moments later though, at precisely 11:34 p.m., our cat (by the way, the only memory I have of EVER having a cat) came into the room and knocked the alarm clock off my desk, and it landed upside down in the chair. I sat straight up in my bed… and was met with the giant red word… 11:34 upside down…
The word “HELL” – bright red in my dark bedroom.
Call it a fluke or a coincidence, but I have never gotten over this! No evil movies for this chick!
Once, not too long ago, I came across The Exorcist on Telemundo, and figured it would be funny to watch a second of it in Spanish. Turns out – not funny! Terrifying!
Now your turn! What’s the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?
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I'd have to say the scariest movie I've ever seen would be Poltergeist. Some bits of it are funny when you see them as standalone clips, but you'll never get me to sit down and watch that movie--or a tv with static--ever again. EVER.
ReplyDeleteI have only seen bits and pieces....but the creepy old woman who is the size of a child.... Yeah, I will pass.
ReplyDeletePhantasm--scary in an eerie, creepy way.
ReplyDeleteI won't watch scary movies. Even Signs terrified me, something about the way those aliens swayed back and forth - (shudder). Everyone laughs at me but I just can't deal with it. I saw White Noise once and hated it. I can't watch anything with demons or demonic forces in it. Reminds me too much of my childhood. I grew up with my crazy aunt asking if I saw this or that demon in the woods and at ten or eleven when a grown up asks you that, you tent to believe it.
ReplyDelete*tend to believe it - oops.
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