Because I'm bored, and because it's that time of year, I am going to blab on about my favorite scary movies. Feel free to skip. Not that I am a scary movie connoisseur by any means, but I've watched quite a few. Especially since Mr. Kizzy is in Iraq... silly man can't abide the horror films, LOL! Note that my definition of scary does most
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Why are child-ghosts so scary, I wonder? Way scarier than grown-up ones. I note that lots of the films listed by people here involve ghost children, demon children, possessed children...
The BBC's 70s/80s drama output had a surprisingly sinister streak, and I was mentally scarred for life by a children's - CHILDREN'S - TV drama series called Dramarama which once had an episode featuring an adopted girl who had an evil ghost-twin which visited her at night and tormented her, and did terrible, violent, destructive things that would make her new family reject her and hate her. She heralded her nightly appearances by whistling the nursery rhyme 'Girls And Boys Come Out To Play'. This was on children's tv at like, 4pm or something.
I watched it aged about seven and didn't fucking sleep for about a month. I'm sure if I saw it now I'd think it was pathetic, but in my head, it's the epitome of terror, LOL!
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Music and television are the devil's playground.
Now that I think about it, perhaps that episode was not about an evil ghost twin. Maybe it was all in the girl's mind -- maybe she never had a twin! This was just the other half of her warped psyche.
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I am actually scared to go up the stairs to bed now. It's 2am. Mr RedSky went to bed, like, two hours ago. What if there is a ghost child standing in the hallway? :-O
My (modern) house is built on the site of an old cloth factory where tiny Victorian children were forced to work until they died of crippling lung diseases and rickets, you know...
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Whoa.
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I'm reading "It." Two nights ago, I was so aggravated by Mr LB's coughing, that I went downstairs to sleep on the sofa. I read "It" for a while, to wind down, and about 2, I turned off the light. Then I started getting scared. I also realized I hadn't brought the right blanket, and I was cold. But if I wanted to go upstairs, I would have to get off the sofa and walk past the very tall clown with sharp teeth standing by my bathroom, and that very fucking well wasn't going to happen.
I stared at that shadow for an hour, absolutely petrified.
What is wrong with us.
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Erm... good night?
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