WHY YOU DON'T SCARE ARI!! D:
LJ tells me my last update was 44 weeks ago, not that I care.
Warning: this entry is very, very incoherent because i went to bed at like 7:10 and woke up at 7:54 and I'm trying to get this all down while my mind's fresh. And it's a dream of mine, which is reason enough.
Today, I write to you of my phobia of horror movies. All because yesterday, bari decided to play that fucking sound in msn, the one that plays where you find whatsherface in the closet, Rachel's ex-husband in the chair and when whatsherface is about to die.
How DID they get where they were?!
Anyway, I fucking HATE that sound. It's hard to describe. It's like a sharp-sounding, electric buzz thing. And after hearing that one little buzz, ON LOW VOLUME AT THAT, I had nightmares. Yes, nightmares.
Thanks, Bari.
My subconscious is very fucking sensitive to all thins Ring-related.
A little prologue, if you will:
For those who know me, you know that I'm absolutely scared shitless of anything horror-related--not thriller--horror, namely The Ring. The Grudge, too. I haven't seen it, but it still scares the shit out of me. Truthfully, there is no fathoming of my phobia for all things horror (I forget what it's called, Haruhi said it in Ouran), but let me attempt to illustrate it for you.
~*~The screen waves to signal a flashback sequence~*~
Me: *Flipping through channels, comes across Ringu*
*reads summary (digital cable rocks!)*
"Ohh! This must be the Japanese version of The Ring that I've heard so much about! Well, it's Japanese! I watch tons of anime, so how scary could this possibly be?"
Oh, you poor naive fool.....
*bed time after movie*
Me: O_________________O *huddled under covers, sweaty and afraid to fucking MOVE*
~*~End flashback~*~
Uhh, so I didn't sleep that night. At all. When I mean sleepless, I mean I stared at my fucking alarm clock until it was time to wake up and get ready for school. Whenever I fell asleep even for a minute, I woke back up, too scared to leave myself vulnerable and defenseless.
That morning, I was the earliest I've ever been and will ever be for school.
I got up at 5:30 and got to school at 7:00. The first of 1500 students to arrive.
9 times out of 10 I get to school at the very last possible minute. This went on for a WEEK.
Oh, and during the week, I kept checking the clock, trying to remember when it was exactly that I watched the movie, so I'd know if I was safe or not (Guess I'm okay, lol).
Oh, and the funniest thing (for everyone else who knew, that is), you could NOT say The Ring in my presence. If you did, I would jump, squeak or crouch down involuntarily. Sometimes, all of the above. This lasted for 3 MONTHS. My brother told my cousin this, and she tested it out and they both laughed.
Assholes.
That same cousin dared me for 50 DOLLARS that I go see The Grudge. I turned it down without a second thought, and I still would today. The only way I'd see a horror movie is if you paid me enough to get therapy afterwards. Or if you could induce amnesia somehow, I'm not picky.
Before my brother became a complete asshole (seriously), and back when we lived at our old house, he used the grudge as blackmail to use the computer. Let me explain: the computer and the tv were both in the family room, and whenever he wanted to use the computer and I wouldn't let him, he'd put on The Grudge (when it was On Demand: movies/shows you can watch whenever and however many times you want for the month) to get me off (and then I'd watch tv). I always tried and acted like it didn't bother me, but that facade quickly died after the first 2 minutes. I gave in, and we switched. So sneaky and underhanded, wtf.
Oh but, whenever the movies comes on, I can't help but flip through it. Argh. XD Like really quickly. I'll watch for like 5 seconds, then switch. Even faster if there's some real shit going down. When the ring 2 came on, I flipped through and saw Samara climbing out of the well.
Yeah...coulda done without that, thanks.
THE END
Okay, here's the nightmare. But like...after detailing my fear and then writing the nightmare, it doesn't seem scary at all. BUT I SWEAR TO YOU, IT WAS! I woke up sweaty. Ick.
First part: The Ring:Charlotte Chaplain/Samhain That's the title of the movie, I don't remember her last name, but it had in "ain" in it, I think
Okay, so my dream opens up with Bari (yes, bari, you were there, you asshole >8O) talking to me about The Ring and about this sequel for it that she liked called 'The Ring: Charlotte Chaplain'. Me and all my stupidity watched it. It was about how a normal girl became like an evil-ghost-girl-who-shan't-be-named that we all know, but like...punk style? I don't remember how she became a punk ghost, but she did and then she was everywhere--window reflections, stalking me, in the dreams of my dreams, right in front of me--everywhere!. In hindsight, after I've woken up she wasn't scary at all, lol. She was wearing a black off-shoulder midriff top with something on it, probably a skull and cross bones, but slightly comical. That or a white broken heart. She was wearing a dark, dark purple and red plaid mini skirt, too, it had those pleats that flare out, and knee high, lace-up black boots. She also had dark mauve coloured hair. Some of it was tied up, the rest left down.That hairstyle should have a name, I wonder what it is...
So, Charlotte was Samara/Sadako incarnate, except she was more obvious in her sadism and joy of killing people (she had this creepy smirk). Actually I'm not sure she killed people, I never saw it in my dreams but I was still scared to death of her. Case-in-point: By the end of the movie, I came in my mom's room and said word for word: "Okay mom, I know I'm almost 18, and I know it's pathetic, but I saw something scary and I'm sleeping with you. End of story." The thing about Charlotte is that she was more like a zombie, you could see her muscle and her skin was stretched, only held together by the sinew, it wasn't everywhere, though. I just remember parts of her stomach and a small part of her face. She also had 4 dark plum tentacles, though. God only knows why.
She'd be really hot if she wasn't, y'know a zombie.
Okay, so I told Bari I watched the stupid movie and that she was dead for telling me to watch it and she's just having a fucking ball. Typical Bari, always having laughs at other's expenses. Anyway, I'm teleported to this junk yard and there's like this gun war going on between the police and some gang. I'm hiding behind a couple of police cars and one of the gang guys--who coincidentally and ironically was Warwick from CSI--poured some gas on the car trunks. I knew what was coming next, so I got the hell out of there (they didn't notice I was there), and dude throws a lighter on the cars and they catch fire and later blow up.
Okay, so re-enter bari. Blowing up police cars is a big no-no, so she gets the idea to create a life-size Charlotte for Warrick and his partner (Angel from Four Brothers [lovely title in't it]) and scar them for life as punishment. So she tried to create this like Charlotte doll puppet using twine, pickles, milk, white make up, and two fish (they were trout, by the way).
It worked.
Figure out how and you've figured how every damn dream I've ever had works.
There were some Harry Potter bits and some Diddy Kong Racing part in which Drumstick (the rooster) had the acme rooster's voice (for those who don't remember, it's a southern accent) and flew (it was a plane race) into a gas station for...fried chicken.
Cannibalism is not cool, kids.
Moral of the story: DON'T PLAY SCARY FUCKING SOUNDS BARI, LOOKIT WHAT HAPPENS!!