I've spent basically the whole of yesterday on
TVTropes (instead of writing my report; yes, I know that's stupid), reading about creepy stuff people come up with in fiction, movies and, specifically, music - because nothing wakes you up better than a creepy chord at 5 AM, RIGHT?
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I found this poem thanks to a film, "The Identity" (it's either used at the beginning, somewhere in the middle, or both, can't remember now); the rhyme adds to the creepiness, I agree - also, reading it out loud at night is not the brightest of ideas XDDD.
Jezebel got you this bad? Really..? I always thought it rather mild; odd, yes, but nothing overly frightening. But... Some of the atmosphere that has been accompanying the writing process could've seeped in without me noticing (the origins of this particular story still perplex me, to be quite honest). As for the really creepy one... I might pluck up my courage one day and get it down on paper; this will be the same day that I'll read The House of Leaves, most probably XDD.
Oh, you know the rule: "The writers write about themselves even when they don't"... Being an author is like whoring yourself out and practising self-vivisection at the same time. Which means you're not paranoid, your thinking is sound and by all means correct; they will find out what motivated you. Along with tons of stuff that didn't but they will see it there anyway - because those are their own problems they're too afraid to admit they have. So yeah, I'm shutting up now.
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