My last pre-Halloween topic for Sunday Social is scary movies, not that I’ve seen a lot. Despite my love of all things Stephen King, I’m the world’s biggest wimp when it comes to watching scary movies.
I tend to like the ones that are tongue in cheek, like Tremors, or American Werewolf in London, or Theatre of Blood (a psycho actor kills critics according to the Shakespearean plays they panned him in. I LOVE this movie!). And I’ve seen and love the classics: Frankenstein, The Mummy, The Wolfman, Dracula, The Creature from the Black Lagoon.
And I’ve seen some straight horror films: Carrie (original), The Shining, Final Destination 2 (hubby and I went by mistake), The Sixth Sense, and The Exorcist. I saw the latter one when I was in undergrad school and slept with the light on for a week! LOL
But my best story surrounding a scary movie was the time I watched The Ring. I posted about this on Halloween two years ago, but it is my favorite Halloween story, so I’ll tell it to you it again.
My kids were probably 8 and 10 and I had taken them trick or treating in our neighborhood. My husband decided to take them out in the car and continue the candy fest, so I’m left home alone to watch a scary movie people had been telling me to watch: The Ring.
I put the VHS tape I had rented in and started watching. If you’ve seen it you know creepy is an understatement. And I’m alone in the house watching a movie on tape about a tape that people watch, then they get a phone call and seven days later they die. Maybe not the best movie to watch under these circumstances.
About half-way through the movie my husband and children arrive home. The kids go off to OD on chocolate and my husband says he wants to watch the movie with me. I re-wind and start to watch again, still creeped out. Hubby promptly falls asleep but I keep watching–in a very quiet house.
I am at the point in the movie where the reporter has discovered the little girl and wakes up her son to tell him that the girl had been removed from the well. The little boy looks at her, terrified, and says “You shouldn’t have done that.”
At that moment my house telephone rang.
I stared at the cordless phone, sitting beside my husband, thinking “Don’t answer it.” My hubby rouses from his sleep, grabs the phone and answers it. Still half asleep, he thrust it toward me and said, “It’s for you.”
I looked from the phone to the screen, grabbed for the remote to try to stop the movie, grabbed for the phone all the while yelling, “Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!” My hand hit the phone, sending it flying into the foyer so I scrambled after it, still cursing. I picked it up, put it cautiously to my ear and said, “Hello?”
“What the hell is going on over there?!” It was my cousin calling to see how things were going with the kids’ Trick or Treating. Relieved that she hadn’t said “Seven days,” I started to laugh, then told her what had happened. Later I finished watching the movie–even more creeped out–and vowed NEVER to watch a horror movie on Halloween again. It was scary as hell when it happened, but it makes a great story several years afterwards. LOL
What’s your favorite scary movie?