Saturday night while Jake was at Granny and Papa's, we watched the remake of The Amityville Horror. Ike said the original is scarier, but this one was scary enough for me...Horror movies tend to stick with me way too long. Even bad ones. When Jake was a newborn we watched Blair Witch 2, which wasn't even scary...and yet for months when I got up in the middle of the night to check on the baby, I saw scary Blair Witchy things in our windows. The Ring lasted for at least a year, with me seeing the little girl coming down our hallway in the middle of the night...every night. The kid from The Grudge was at my bedside every night for two months, if only I'd open my eyes to see him. And please don't mention the twins from The Shining after dark. Long hallways, especially in hotels, only mean one thing to me. "Come play with us, Becky. Forever and ever and ever..."
So, no matter the quality of horror, it's enough to get my imagination going. Especially late at night. Last night, for example, I stayed up later than Ike (not normal in our house). Going to bed, I told myself, "It's okay to turn off all the lights. This house isn't old enough to be haunted." I even managed to turn off all the lights and walk through the house in the dark (but I couldn't look at any windows or in mirrors). All was well, I fell asleep quickly, with no boogeymen or scary small children.
At 3:15am (ok, it was 3:30am, but 3:15am is significant in The Amityville Horror), Jake sat up, looked toward the bedroom door and said, "Mommy, who is that person looking at our clock?"
Was I scared? You bet I was! "Jody is my friend, Mommy." "Danny's not here, Mrs. Torrence." "Red Rum." These things always come from kids! I turned on the light, no one was there, we all went back to sleep.
Ok, Jake went back to sleep. I lay awake for an hour, trying not to look at the kid from The Grudge, who was back at my side of the bed...again.
So, no matter the quality of horror, it's enough to get my imagination going. Especially late at night. Last night, for example, I stayed up later than Ike (not normal in our house). Going to bed, I told myself, "It's okay to turn off all the lights. This house isn't old enough to be haunted." I even managed to turn off all the lights and walk through the house in the dark (but I couldn't look at any windows or in mirrors). All was well, I fell asleep quickly, with no boogeymen or scary small children.
At 3:15am (ok, it was 3:30am, but 3:15am is significant in The Amityville Horror), Jake sat up, looked toward the bedroom door and said, "Mommy, who is that person looking at our clock?"
Was I scared? You bet I was! "Jody is my friend, Mommy." "Danny's not here, Mrs. Torrence." "Red Rum." These things always come from kids! I turned on the light, no one was there, we all went back to sleep.
Ok, Jake went back to sleep. I lay awake for an hour, trying not to look at the kid from The Grudge, who was back at my side of the bed...again.
2 Comments:
Your not alone in the scary movie department! I still can't sleep w/any body part hanging off the bed cause I just know something is going to reach up from under it and grab me!! I was not allowed to watch Horror movies when I was little (til I turned 18) because everytime I did my mom would find me asleep on the floor outside her room for a week. I also had to have my neck covered every night cause I just new any night now a vampire was going to swoop into my room and turn me into one of the living DEAD! LOL...you gotta love Halloween.
So I'm not the only one with issues about scary movies! Terry won't even let me watch them now, lol. I just have terrible dreams and keep him up until all hours cause I won't go to sleep and don't want him to leave me awake by myself. I'm impressed that you have the nerve to atleast try to watch them, cause I won't dare!
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