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Real or Fake

Well, this is the last of the movies I’ll be discussing for Horror Movie Weeks 1 and 2. I hope you’ve all enjoyed remembering old movies and have discovered new movies you may want to scare yourself with.

Today’s movie came out in 2009. I saw it at the theater at the insistence of my godson. Remember I said he’s the horror movie hound? He’s the same kid who made me watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I should have known this movie was going to be a real frightfest. What I didn’t expect, was that I’d spend more than half the movie staring at the ceiling tiles of the theater because I didn’t want to throw up.

Yup, you got it. Paranormal Activity scared the bejesus out of me. At first,  you go into the movie thinking Yeah okay, it’s so not real *insert eye roll*. It’s a movie, of course it isn’t real! But when you’re in the theater…and it’s dark…and the movie starts with no opening credits other than the time, date, and location you start to doubt yourself. Hm. Okay, so that’s a new way to start a movie. I gave a mental shrug and prepared to be scared.

The movie centers around two characters. There are only five characters who appear in the entire film, three come and go and help add to the suspense of what’s happening, but you don’t care about that. You want to know what the hell is going on! What’s happening is strange…things. Noises in the night, things like that. The hero is a skeptic. He doesn’t believe in ghosts or demons or whatever, so he records everything with a home video camera.

I can’t tell you what really happens when the camera was moving (cause he was walking around and the motion sickness…meh), but when the camera was stationary, that’s when the scary stuff happened. You see them in bed (not having fun…he turned the camera off for those times) and then you see the sheets being pulled off of Katie. Hello! I’d have left after that. I don’t care what the hell my boyfriend said. If I’m the one being targeted, I’m so not hanging around…things become increasingly worse. Katie gets up in the middle of the night, walks around the bed and stands over Micah’s sleeping form for HOURS. Okay? That was creepy. Beyond creepy. My godson and I looked at each other with a Holy. Crap. expression on our faces.

I’m not going to tell you everything, but I will say that after a while you forget it’s a movie. You forget that this isn’t real because it…feels real. It feels like you’re peeking into someone’s life and you want to shout at them not to stay there. Of course Micah, being a man, won’t believe there’s actually anything wrong until the very end when things are so bad even he can’t ignore them any longer. Stupid man. In the end he learned his lesson…and Katie disappears.

I distinctly remember someone several rows behind me saying, We’re all going to Hell for watching this. Then there was the big, manly man sitting two rows ahead of us who jumped with a little…dare I say scream? Yeah, it was scary. I haven’t watched it again and I’m not sure I will despite my godson’s urgings.

A couple of months ago, my godson came over with his girlfriend to propose a Paranormal Activity movie night. His girlfriend is adamant that she can’t watch it because she’ll have nightmares. Smart girl. However, a little while later, my nephew (the boy I love like a son) leaned forward and said:

Nanny…Katie’s back!

Oh no. Oh HELL no…I’m not going to see it! It comes out next Friday…and I’m tempted. No, I won’t see it. It won’t be as good as the first one, I know it won’t. *looks at the calendar* It might be scary too…sometimes sequels are good. No, I won’t go see it. I don’t want to get motion sickness again. *think* But where did Katie go? What happened to her? Who’s going to suffer for their stupidity this time? Gah!

Okay, so I might see it. I’ll just take some Dramamine before I go…Oh, man, I feel sick to my stomach already.

Have you seen Paranormal Activity? Will you ever see it? I suggest you watch it with all the lights on. Seriously. What’s the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?


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Scared of the Dark

Trust me, I’m not finished with my posts about demonic possession, but I have to post about this movie. Yesterday I mentioned how my brother can fall asleep watching The Exorcist, but how I couldn’t.

You’d think he wouldn’t be scared of anything, wouldn’t you? I mean, falling asleep listening to a little demon possessed girl speaking in tongues isn’t for the faint of heart. Well, I found out that there is something my brother is scared of. It’s this movie:

This movie is about the Tooth Fairy. Scary, huh? Actually, it is. She takes children’s teeth and leaves money behind, except if you see her, she’ll chase you the rest of your ever-lovin’ life to kill you. How does she do this? Well, she can move in any shadow, anywhere. That’s scary. Do you know how many shadows there are? No matter how much light you have around you, there’s a shadow somewhere. So where does that leave you to hide, huh? Huh?

That’s the argument my brother uses to avoid watching this movie. Oh, yes, he saw it. Once. But every time it came on afterwards, he would whine about how much he didn’t like it.

Personally, I think it’s a rather good horror movie. It has just the right amount of jump-out-of-your-seat scary parts and anticipation to make it interesting. I wouldn’t say the acting is the absolute best, but I’m not exactly an expert.

If you’re looking for a good scary movie about a childhood fairy tale…well, I’d recommend this one. If you’ve seen it, what did you think? Do you sometimes wonder if there really is a tooth fairy and she doesn’t want just one tooth, but all of them? All I can say is I’m glad I didn’t see this as a child. *shudders*


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Feeling Brave

It came out in 1973. I was born in 1976. My mom saw it at the theater and thought it was hilarious. I’ve told you before how sick she was. Who else would watch Rosemary’s Baby while pregnant and think it’s funny? Am I talking about Rosemary’s Baby? No. I’m talking about The Exorcist.

Yesterday, I talked about how much I hate the idea of not being in control. I won’t beat that idea to death. No, I’ll just tell you about my experiences with this movie.

When I was sixteen, this movie was still considered one of the scariest movies of all time. I hadn’t seen it, of course, because it wasn’t appropriate for  younger kids. A show that played every Saturday night when I was younger was hosted by Morgus the Magnificent. He was a mad scientist and along with his silent sidekick, Chopsley, he terrified generations of kids by showing horror movies and conducting experiments. I remember one week when the previews for his show revealed he would be presenting The Exorcist. I was thrilled. I’d finally be able to see it! I made plans with my brother (who was 10 at the time) that we’d stay up late Saturday night and watch it.

I anxiously awaited the weekend, making plans to enjoy the movie and finally see what it was all about. Saturday night finally came and I can still feel the giddiness of knowing I was going to watch the one movie that was supposed to be the scariest of all time. My brother and I piled into my room with the massive console television with our blankets and pillows. You remember those televisions, right?

Anyway, it was 9:58 p.m. and the house was quiet. Our parents had gone to bed and Phil and I were going to watch this movie. We were all set. We waited and waited for the show to start. Morgus came on to do his thing. I wasn’t impressed or frightened of Morgus at all. I wanted to see the movie! Then he said something like, “And here’s just a preview of the horror awaiting you”. And the screen flickered to the scene in The Exorcist where the bed levitated. Then to the scene where Regan’s head spun around.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the television and I felt the frissons start at the base of my spine and travel all over my body. My eyes watered. My heart pounded. I reached a shaking hand out…and turned off the television. I looked at my brother and he looked just as scared as I did. We didn’t watch The Exorcist that night. And I was so glad.

It was another six years before I braved it again. My brother was 16 by then and I was a world-weary 22. I could handle it. And I did. I watched the whole thing through, even managed to enjoy the fear I felt. I was in college at the time, living at home with my family, so I had nothing to be scared of. Until my brother bought the movie and played it every single night.

Have you ever tried to go to sleep to the sound of Linda Blair speaking in tongues? Or those demonic voices wailing as Father Merrin performed the exorcism? I went through this for three months because my brother insisted on watching The Exorcist every single night. He went to bed watching it. I held the covers to my chin and stared at the darkness. He doesn’t do this anymore, thank God, but for those three months (and the occasional night years later), I was afraid to close my eyes.

So, have you seen The Exorcist? I’ve actually seen the entire series, always with my brother. The second one isn’t very good, but the prequel was…astoundingly scary. We saw that one at the theater and I will say this: if I had been around in 1973 and seen The Exorcist at the movies, I’d have had a heart attack.


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The Chill of a True Story

This week, I’ll be discussing movies that truly scare me.

I suspect a lot of it has to do with my Catholic upbringing. Growing up, it was nothing to hear about ghosts and the like, but the stories that scared me the most, were the ones of demonic possession. You got it, I’m terrified of movies involving possession. I still watch them though, for some reason.

Today’s movie is The Exorcism of Emily Rose. My godson, who is a horror movie buff, told me to watch it.

When this movie came out, I wasn’t interested in watching it. Most of the time, I find modern horror movies to be less than worth my time. Oh, sure, the special effects have improved drastically over the years, but I want a good story.

Eh. For me, this story was just too good, I suppose. Apparently, it’s loosely based on the true story of a girl whose parish priest performed a series of exorcisms after which she died of malnourishment and dehydration. 

Jennifer Carpenter portrayed Emily Rose and let me just tell you…the things she did in this movie scared the ever lovin’ crap out of me. Seriously. Every time she was in the grips of the possession, my body froze, my eyes watered, and my nose dripped. Why? Because she did a damn good job of acting. And I suppose, also because I took those stories I heard throughout my childhood as truth.

I suppose it might even boil down to an even more base problem: I like to be in control. To me, being in control of myself, of my safety, is paramount to breathing. The idea that something could take over my body and/or mind and make me do things against my will scares the hell out of me. So watching movies in which the hero/heroine has absolutely no control over their lives just drives me batty.

It didn’t hurt that Jennifer Carpenter, as I said, did a hullva job of convincing me she was possessed. Even now, in the bright morning light, when I remember some of the scenes of her possession, I break out in the frissons (pronounced free-son). It’s easily one of the scariest movies and okay, I only watched it once. I won’t watch it again. *shudder*

Have you seen this movie? What did you think? I read that it didn’t receive very good reviews because it wasn’t gory enough. Do scary movies have to be gory to be scary, or is it the psychological fear that you go for? Me? If I’m going to watch a scary movie, I want it to have some substance to it.


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Worth A Howl

I’m starting to come to the conclusion that my dad is a sick man. First it was Halloween 2 and Nightmare on Elm Street. Then, it was Silver Bullet. Silver Bullet came out in 1985, but once again, I didn’t see it until later. In fact, I didn’t see it until 1988. I was twelve and spending the weekend at his house. They popped this movie into the VCR (remember those?) and I settled in to watch it.

First let me mention that I had a mega-huge crush on Corey Haim. I thought he was just so cute (I was 12!) and when I saw he was in this movie, I was all about watching it. Gary Busey was in it as well and for some reason I always thought of him like a relative. Probably because he reminded me of my godfather.

Anyway, we watched this movie on a Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining and the house was well-lit, but it may as well have been pitch dark out because I was scared to death.

I hope you’ve seen this movie because it’s very good. I didn’t know it was written by Stephen King at the time I watched it. Anyway, it was a beautiful day and I was cuddled up on the edge of the sofa my eyes glued to the television. The discovery that the pastor was the werewolf shocked me to my toes. I held my breath towards the end when Corey Haim’s character, Marty, his sister, and uncle confront the werewolf. He’s shot by Marty with a silver bullet and falls to the floor.

Cue the victory dance, right? I was relieved it was over, but damn my naive self! I should have known there was more to it than that. Oh, I know better now. The camera zoomed on the werewolf as he changed back to its human form. Everything was quiet. Then the damn man jumped towards the camera and at the exact same moment, my dad grabbed my arm with a roar.

I screamed like a little girl. Oh man, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I was so mad at him! I was 12…only kids scream for movies and…okay, I was totally embarrassed, lol. I can laugh about it now, but back then…man, I wanted to crawl under the sofa and die.

To be honest, most of the movies I don’t like are the ones where things jump out at you. I saw a movie with my brother and his wife last year and there was a scene where you just know something’s in the medicine cabinet. Of course the heroine opens the cabinet and nothing’s there. Then you know someone’s going to be standing behind her. She closed the cabinet door, no one in the mirror. She turns to walk away…then opens the medicine cabinet again and BOO! I screamed out a foul word. *cough* Mind you, I was the only one in the theater to say anything. Everyone laughed, but after that moment, I was fine. Everyone else jumped through the rest of the movie. Yeah…you can’t take me anywhere.

So have you seen Silver Bullet? Do you like movies that make you jump and scream?


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Self-Preservation at Its Finest

Day two of my horror movie week and I have to talk about A Nightmare on Elm Street. It came out in 1984 and I really shouldn’t have seen it. I was only eight at the time and though I’d almost put all nightmares about Michael Myers behind me, I still sometimes cowered under the covers.

However, I did see A Nightmare on Elm Street and it was then that I realized…I have no qualms about sacrificing others to save myself. *cough*

I’m sure by now, everyone knows the premise of this movie series. Freddy Krueger stalked the children of the people who killed him…in their sleep! Yeah, cause what better place to get someone? Meh. How could anyone sleep if they knew 1, 2, Freddy’s coming for you, 3, 4, better lock your door, 5, 6, grab your crucifix, 7, 8, gonna stay up late, 9, 10 never sleep again.

Yeah, I was scared…and again, it was Dad’s fault. By this time, Dad had remarried and I had a new stepsister and a brand new little brother. He was around two when I saw this movie. I remember very clearly that around the same time A Nightmare on Elm Street came out, someone had taken a picture for one of the tabloids that showed a demon. I saw the picture and combined it with Freddy Krueger in my head.

I went to Dad’s house the weekend after the tabloid came out. My stepsister was gone to sleep at her dad’s house and I had her bed all to myself (she hated sharing the bed with me because she said I snored…whatever). Anyway I had one room, my dad and stepmom were across the hall, and next door was my 2-year-old brother’s room. He had one of those twin beds with a child rail attached so he wouldn’t roll out of bed.

Picture it. I’m 8…it’s dark in the house and I’ve been watching Freddy Krueger slash through innocent teenagers all night and on top of that, there was the picture of the demon in the National Enquirer running around my head. I was in a room all alone…but not for long. Oh no. I slipped out of bed and crept to my brother’s room. He was sleeping. Cool. I hopped in bed with him and wedged myself between him and the wall.

If Freddy came for me, I’d have a 50-50 chance of making it out. He’d grab my brother and I could run for help, or just run. If he came out of the wall…well, I was done for, but at least I’d given it a shot. I slept and felt silly the next morning when my stepmom wanted to know what I was doing in bed with my brother. I think I made up something about him being scared…yeah, they didn’t believe me.

Do all kids go through this thought process? I realize now that I didn’t have much confidence that my dad could save me from the monsters because he just wasn’t as scary as my mom. No one is. But I wonder if all kids think ‘Okay, if I sleep with them, then I might have a chance of survival…’

Did you see A Nightmare on Elm Street? What did you think about it?


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First Horror Movie

Kicking off the start of my Halloween warm-up with two weeks of horror movies. I’ll post about the horror movies I’ve seen and what I’ve found (or not found) scary about them. Hope you enjoy!

My parents divorced when I was 3. My sister and I would go to Dad’s house every other weekend and he usually took us bowling or to the movies. I remember, almost clear as day an autumn day in 1981 when my dad asked me which movie I wanted to go see: The Blues Brothers or Halloween. I was five. Going by the movie titles alone, which do you think I chose? Halloween, of course!

It didn’t help that my sister, who’s eight years older than me, was whispering that she wanted to see it. Yeah, so at the tender age of five, I saw Halloween II. I’m pretty sure I hadn’t even seen the first until several years later. Years after my nightmares ended. Sort of.

I consider this movie to be one of my absolute favorites. The movie score was great as well. Oh sure…I couldn’t watch it for a very long time…like 20 years at least, but now I look for it when I want a good scare. My much younger self, however, had a much harder time letting go. The nightmares…oy vey!

I don’t think it helped much that our house had a long hallway and my bedroom was at the end of it. Oh sure, I was across the hall from mom’s room, but it was too far. After she and my stepdad told me that I had to sleep back in my own bed after several months of crawling between them, I had a lot to think about.

What if Michael came for me while they were sleeping? Would Mom hear me if I screamed? I knew Michael Myers wouldn’t go up against Mom. Mom could beat anyone up, but what if he yanked out my vocal chords before I could cry out? (Is it any wonder I’m a writer?) I formed a fortress of stuffed animals around the edge of my bed. It was a good thing I had so many because I knew if Michael was under my bed, I could fool him into grabbing one of the stuffed animals while I had time to escape. Yeah. I was all about decoys at five years old.

I’ve had the recurring dream of Michael Myers coming to get me throughout my life. It’ll pop into my mind and I’m right back to my five year old self, hiding under the hospital bed as he comes into the room. Even though I know it’s a dream, it doesn’t stop the fear. John Carpenter tormented me for years. He did a much better job than my sister ever did (I’ll tell you about that one later).

So I had to ask myself, what was so scary about the movie? Then I realized, there’s something so frightening about Michael Myers, isn’t there? I probably would have been fine if he’d shown any emotion or passion about killing, but he didn’t. He was silent. Cold. Unmoved by pleas for mercy. He was scary as hell. *shivers* Even now, when I watch the original Halloween and Halloween II, I can’t help but feel a small curl of fear in my gut.

I’ll probably have a nightmare about this tonight. Joy.

What was the first horror movie you ever saw and how old were you? Do you think I need therapy?


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