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My one-night horror story
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
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I like writing, and am not sure if this is prose, but it is an essay, kind of... We all have, at one time or another watched a scary movie and had trouble sleeping. I am considered brave by many of my friends, but when it comes down to the truth, even the corniest movie can terrify me. One of the clearest instances I can think of is when me and a couple of friends rented Children of the Corn part 5. Mary and I have a lot of traditions. One of my favorites is renting a scary movie and watching it with her family. You can’t say we really watched Children of the Corn, but we did see the commercials and cowered in fright the first five minutes of the movie. It started out all right. A lady lives in an apartment by herself. Typical. A mysterious knock on the door. Typical. Then she opens the door and a boy with a hole going right through his hand walks up to her and says in a flat monotonous voice “Help me.” Not too terrifying. She lets him in and he sits down in a rocking chair. She goes into the bathroom to open her medicine cabinet and a hideous ghostly face appears in the mirror. I have to admit, I was getting pretty freaked out then. Then that eerie music came on, you know, when someone is behind a helpless victim. Mary’s mom would throw in an “Oh my Gosh” or “I can’t believe you guys are watching this” in every once in a while. In the movie, the lady went back downstairs, and the boy walked over to her. He leaned towards her and blue blood started pouring out of his mouth. She said “Why are you leaning over me with stuff on your face.” Not a great line, but it got the job done. We were all really scared. Then he pulled a knife out of his pocket and just as he was about to chop this woman’s head off, she woke up from a nightmare. By then we were asking each other if we wanted to turn the movie off, and everyone was saying stuff like “That’s okay, I’m not scared” and “It was only a dream.” Then I spoke out and said “I really don’t want to watch it.” Everyone nodded gratefully, and then we shut it off and went about our business. I knew that I would be terrified that night, even before Mary’s mom told us that it was 11:00 and the light wasn’t going to protect us from children of the corn. She had a note of fear in her voice. The movie scared her too! The only one who didn’t appear afraid was Mary’s sister, who begged her mom to let her watch the rest of the movie. I turned the light off, and ran into the creaking metal bed. Mary disappeared that night. Later on, around midnight, I awoke to find her missing. I stayed awake for ten minutes wondering where she could be. Then I fell back asleep. I dreamed of bloody children with red hair chasing me. I woke up to see red hair. Mary’s sister Julie was laying next to me, in Mary’s place. I shook her awake. “Julie, Julie, wake up!” “Wha…” “Where’s Mary?” “She got sick…” She grumbled and turned over on her side. “Julie?” Snores. Julie was asleep, I was alone. What a baby! I didn’t need the company of a 6-year-old girl! I scolded myself for being afraid. The next morning, I went downstairs. Everyone had a story to tell. Mary started out: “The movie scared me a lot, and I started getting sick, so I went into my mom’s room to ask for some aspirin. I shook her awake and she said ‘Why are you leaning over me with stuff on your face.’ I got really scared and had to look for it myself. I kept looking into mirrors and getting freaked out. I interrupted “I woke up and you were gone!” “Exactly. I woke my mom up again and she seemed sane for the moment, she told Julie to sleep with you, so I could sleep on the floor where she was.” It all made sense. We all laughed at ourselves. We let a movie terrify us. People just do the dumbest things sometimes. It was one of those things that you look back at and can’t help but laugh. After living in a horror movie for a night, our lives went back to normal. I could go on and on about the weeks that followed: being afraid of my house because it was surrounded by a cornfield, not wanting to look in mirrors, but that would take up too many minutes of your precious life. I’ll just go on to say that we healed after a while, and were no longer afraid of corn. But to be honest, I still won’t go anywhere near a cornfield after dark. It’s just plain creepy…… [This message has been edited by Wind (11-07-2002 05:23 PM).] |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
cute, if a bit silly. its so everyday and ordinary that I am almost unsure what to think of it. the fact that it is ordinary and everyday is why i like it. most (including me) including me are always trying to be profound or funny. its nice to see something that is everyday and by the virtue of simply having been put into writing becomes a redundant but never unecessary reminder that its the little things, like saturday night movies at a friend's house that matter and are remembered when we are older. -majnu |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Liz, I think this is a fine example of prose. Though I am almost old enough to be your grandmother, you spoke to me with this piece. I love the tiny slices of life. You portrayed the fear factor and how it effected so many. I am like a child in that, to this day, I refuse to watch a scary movie, and if one is on at my daughter's house I almost want to go hid under the bed, and, I will remove myself from the room or put a pillow over my head, and I don't care how undignified that looks. I am glad there is no corn field around my house. Though I didn't see that movie, in a few sentences, you described ~real fear~. Thank you for taking the time to write this. With Warm Regards, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
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I'm not sure how long ago that was, but we watched the first "Children of the corn" and it was so stupid that it was hillarious. I cracked up through the whole movie, because it was so overacted. Thanks guys, the simplicity is what I wanted to bring about in this peice. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Loved it!! If I am not mistaken, you are an Elizabeth, just like me  Thanx for replying to my rant in Feelings! This piece of yours made me think of a movie I went to see recently, 28 days later. I spent 95% of it with my head stuffed in my jersey(luckily it had one of these long rolly necks) and my fingers stuffed in my ears!! Aaaaargh, did I really just confess that!!! Anyway, yeah, enjoyed muchly!Luv, Liz xxx |
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