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Kevin the grey

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What scared you as a child ? Was it the sound of entrails dragging across splintery floorboards ? Were your fears of a gentler nature ? Was it just the monster underneath the bed ?

Tell me of your favourite horror story . Modern , old , it doesn't matter .

Mine was : The Monkey,s Paw : Hardly a bell ringer nowadays . I first saw it as a teleplay and sought out the book after . Filled with Gore ? No . It was more uncomfortably suggested . Screaming seat clenching horror ? It was more the slow , slow , slowing of your pulse as your heart descends into a chill pit before clenching like a stone in death .


O:K: ' O:K: enough of the hyperbole . Now you guys are going to read it and know what a wuss I am . Still , a knock on the door after midnite .............
 
Not a story; the grain of vision at night, the shadows on the wall. My imagination organized the 'grain' into frightening animations. When I was four I came to terms with the 'shadows'; I organized a defense army of various shapes and dimensions and was able to sleep better.

munk
 
When I was a pre-schooler, I stopped talking. My mother knew right away something was wrong. When she finally got to the root of things, it turned out that I had come to believe that being a Christian meant when I got old I would be crucified.
(I must have just started sunday school or something)
I dont remember this, but I can see how I got that idea. She took the crucifix off the wall after that. Normally pentacostals dont have crucifixes, but my mother is fond of Catholic "art."
 
I remember going to watch the movie "Legend of Boggy Creek" when it was first shown in the theaters. It was about a swamp creature that terrorized the local community. I remember having fits trying to sleep that night - hearing voices from a crowd chasing the creature through the woods at night, calling out things like "It's over here!" I was never sure if I was awake or dreaming. When I was younger, the witch from "The Wizard of Oz" was pretty frightening.

Eric
 
Kevin the grey said:
What scared you as a child ? Was it the sound of entrails dragging across splintery floorboards ? Were your fears of a gentler nature ? Was it just the monster underneath the bed ?

Tell me of your favourite horror story . Modern , old , it doesn't matter .

Mine was : The Monkey,s Paw : Hardly a bell ringer nowadays . I first saw it as a teleplay and sought out the book after . Filled with Gore ? No . It was more uncomfortably suggested . Screaming seat clenching horror ? It was more the slow , slow , slowing of your pulse as your heart descends into a chill pit before clenching like a stone in death .


O:K: ' O:K: enough of the hyperbole . Now you guys are going to read it and know what a wuss I am . Still , a knock on the door after midnite .............
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There is an electronic copy of The Monkey's Paw here:

http://etext.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/JacMonk.html

n2s
 
Munk ? Interesting defense . Just wondering . Was there an arms race ?

Danny when I saw your name I thought you would regale us with one with a Japanese twist to it . They do seem to have their fair share of things that go slump in the night .

THE Circle is originally Japanese I believe . There is just something about the way that girl moves . Can,t bring myself to watch the movie or read the book .

Somehow I can see the Christian misconception that could arise to crucify your dreams . I guess the knock , knock , knock you hear in the night was a wooden hammer on iron spikes . Pleasant dreams . L:O:L
 
Kevin the grey said:
Ye gads an electric monkeys paw . I can just hear it now . What is the sound of one monkeys paw clapping ?
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That would much depend on what it is clapping against :rolleyes:


Perhaps not quite as scary as this scene from The Thing from Another World (1951).

This is a screen shot - just before the creature jumps out the window.
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The original didn't have the gore of the Carpenter remake. But, the B&W format with a likable cast to draw you in, certainly provided a few shocks

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Like this classic "Oh sh-t" moment.

n2s
 
As a real little kid, I was scared of everything. Even the Abominable Snow Man from that Rudolff Christmas movie. Then any haunted house or occult thing I saw. In the preteen and early teen years I totally desensitized myself to everything scary by watching every horror film I could get my hand on. Then I met the worst fear I ever had. The H. R. Giger Alien. That fricking thing scared the hell out of me for most of my life. It has only been in the last ten years that I don't get totally skittish when I am alone in a dark or confined place. I have avoided the hell out of watching any of those films since the third Alien movie. I realized I was getting nowhere trying to desensitize myself. The only book that ever scared me was Wolfen by Whitely Streiber. I reread that recently and still thought it was good, but I am no longer scared by it. I still have my Alien moments though.
 
Horror movies didn't scare me, but I was one of those kids who runs away after flushing the toilet at night. As if the sound had carried to a dark corner and SOMETHING knew where I was.
 
Interesing about being a Christian and being crucified to death as a result.


I had two great fears as a child growing up on a farm that had spooky woods surrounding it.

My first and greatest fear was Something I named "The Behinder." No matter which way you looked, it remained directly behind you, waiting and menacing. I was convinced that it had somehow sprung to life in the decaying refuse from leaves and dead branches. I was amazed by the heat generated by a pile of decomposing leaves. Certainly something could be born there. And it hated creatures who were born normally. :eek:

I was only safe in the rain, because it was afraid of water that could melt it.



My second fear was some invisible creatures who also followed me at night, talking to each other, especially when my flashlight was going dead. We had little money and Dad did not see spending money on useless stuff like batteries. But I was stiill required to go out in the pitch black of an overcast moonless and starless night to fill and bring in the coal scuttle.

I remember saying to myself, "Next time I'll bring a lantern." One voice said to the other, "Ha ha, It thinks there will be a 'next time.' "

I ran screaming into the house. And told my parents. My mother was trying to be nice and supportive, but my dad just screamed at me to go get the coal and "Don't come back without it!" :(



My third fear was of Jesus Christ. Firstly there was Communion - "This is My body you eat. This is My blood that you drink." THAT was scary!

But far worse was that during Easter we celebrated Christ's death and resurrection. What died and came back from the GRAVE?

ZOMBIES! :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:

Christ was a zombie and we were eating Him. I knew that one day I would wake up a mindless zombie.

And this was the guy that my parents worshipped? What did that say about them and their friends? But I was too afraid to ask questions about this.

Finally summoning up all my eight year old courage, I asked my Sunday school teacher who had an hysterical reaction (which absolutely terrrified me. I pissed my pants) -- but finally my mother more or less explained it to me. :confused:

Now I realize that these fears were the result of an over-active imagination in a constantly sickly child. But I assure you, they were very real to me at the time!
 
As a kid I was always afraid of what was in the dark, not the dark itself. I think the movie that really scared the hell out of me as the final tale in Stephen King's Cat's Eye. In the movie, an anthology of various horrors wittnessed by a cat, the final segment involves the cat protecting a little girl (Drew Barrymore) from an evil troll that came into her room a hole at the base of her wall. Now, watching the movie again, this is ridiculous. It's nothing more than a little person in a rubber troll suit placed in front of a green screen or on a set with over-sized props. However, to the 5 year old mind....;)
What scared me the most wasn't that there just might be a troll living in my walls, it was two things. One, the little bugger covered his tracks. He magically sealed the wall up everytime the cat drove him away. You could never KNOW if you had been visited by a troll the night before. The greater fear that I felt (and still kind of stuggle with to this day) was that he was small. That shot through me like a lightening bolt. I realized that I didn't have to be scared of Godzilla. He's like 100 feet tall. You could get away from that. However...how do you hide from what can hide from you? Under the bed? What if the closet is just left open a crack, a crack is all something small and evil would need.
As a child, I slept with my bedroom door wide open. I dunno why. My parents would always just leave it open. I still remember being curled up on my right side looking out into the hallway that was painted by the blue glow from the TV in the living room that my parents watched. I could hear the slow methodical and short steps of a pair of tiny feet on our old brown carpet. Creeping steps. In my mind I could see the small shadow, no more than 14" high cast upon the wall of the hallway. At edge of the doorway, where the darkness of the room blurred its edges, I could almost SWEAR i saw small inhuman fingers curl around it with one tiny piercing red eye fixated on me with hate and evil glee. It never moved. It never made more of an advance as long as I watched it. It was there for the long haul.
It was all in my head, obviously;) However, I remember lying there and debating. Do I continue to huddle in fear but keep my eye on the little monster in the hall, or do i dare use reason and turn toward the comforting darkness of my room for hopefully quick sleep....putting my back to the hall, to it. I can't tell you how many times i rolled over only to imagine a tugging at the sheets, a climbing sensation, and something right next to my neck trying to hold its breathe. Checking to see if I was asleep or faking it. I didn't dare move;)

Now, if you guys want to hear a REALLY funny story sometime, I'll tell ya what went racing through my head the time one of the cats fell asleep and was then shut into my bedroom closet one night....then decided that he wanted out..like, NOW:D;):eek:

Jake
thebigchicken
 
My father. Nightmares of demons wandering the hall outside my bedroom, and devils or demons on my dresser, watching me as I slept. Still creeps me out at 50 y/o. Some people shouldn't be parents.
 
My father. Nightmares of demons wandering the hall outside my bedroom, and devils or demons on my dresser, watching me as I slept. Still creeps me out at 50 y/o. Some people shouldn't be parents.
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:( I'm sorry, that must have been horrible.

The Shining. The madness he faces, and the evil. I was never sure whether it was all in his head or not. But the terror of madness is something all to itself.
 
Steely_Gunz said:
I think the movie that really scared the hell out of me as the final tale in Stephen King's Cat's Eye. In the movie, an anthology of various horrors wittnessed by a cat, the final segment involves the cat protecting a little girl (Drew Barrymore) from an evil troll that came into her room a hole at the base of her wall.
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Oh my god!! I was scared of that exact same thing. This guy!!!
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I have an overactive imagination and read too much. When I was little I used to sleep with a lead pipe under my pillow just in case I encountered a creepy miniature troll, boogeyman, faceless monster, rotting scarecrow, evil clown, burglar etc. hiding in my room.
 

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My God what have I done ? L:O:L I was hoping for a little more about what books enthralled us and a little less childhood terrors .

Since we went that route its my turn . I fell out of a lower bunk bed and stayed asleep on the floor . My older brother came in and scooped me up . One hand underneath my back and one over me . Then I woke up . He was holding me so tight it felt I was in somethings jaws . My struggles just caused him to clamp down tighter . It bugged me for a long time .

Wolfen is a good book and a great movie . Albert Finney at his best and Edward James Olmos plays a striking role as an aboriginal shaman in training .

The wolves were great . One of the few books where the movie did it justice . Even the Wolves respecting Finney as an Alpha male was portrayed well .

B:T:W: Bill ? Bobwhite ?............. I am right behind you .

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Mauirob, thanks, but don't be sorry. I have always kept a saying of Friedrich Nietsche in mind-" That which doesn't kill me, makes me stronger." I made a resolution many years ago, to never be anything like him. My sister and my kids tell me I succeeded. That is good enough for me.
 
Good for you ArKay. Glad to hear it. :thumbup:

My dearest friend is an abuse survivor and she is the best mom I've ever seen.

I love to see the cycle broken
 
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Here is another one that left me staring at the ceiling as a kid. The movie itself is a cheapy B- sci-fi. But, it actually does a good job with the whole time travel ploy, and has plenty of funny moments. It also has about 60 seconds of the brutal violence ever captured on film - quite amazing considering that there is little or no actual gore. It took years just to get rid of that darn soundtrack at the end - then I rented it - and even purchased a copy. :confused: :foot:

One of the best of the low budget sci-fi films.

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n2s
 
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