From Halloween

Here it is again, the time of year for all scarey movies to be run past you again and again as if watching them the first time wasn't enough. I mean, seriously, how many actually had a plot worth paying money to see? (Still waiting!) If we doled out funds, it was definitely to have the crap scared out of us by the combination of eerie music and sudden action or to be totally grossed out by the imitation blood and gore. How many times can the girl fall in a scarey movie? Every time.

Actually, I'm not a big fan of spending good money to see this kind of movie. I reserve it for late night television when it's free and commercials give me a break from the heebie-jeebies and an opportunity to relieve myself without being afraid of the dark. (because all the lights in the house have been turned on in advance)

I'm most likely going to dream about that blog photo above (it was a photo of Linda Blair in full demonic makeup) for it's involved in the one movie I've refused to watch since first seeing it years ago; The Exorcist. My brother still delights in sitting up straight and turning his head slowly toward me because he knows it automatically brings that above image to mind. Yes, it creeps me out. Retrieving it and posting it was more difficult than I thought it would be and I did this peripheral glance thing with one eye closed just to get it there. Needless to say, when I return to my own blog, I'm going to be presented with that lovely countenance and have to face another catalyst to ill dreams.

Just the other day, I received a message from a friend with a link in it which I was supposed to open. Something about the title of it caused me to hesitate, plus the fact that it said to turn my volume up. Having been victim already of a demonic face suddenly appearing out of a beautiful scene or puzzle you're supposed to concentrate intensely upon, I must have recognized something in this message for I did NOT turn up the volume and I did the peripheral glance thing that day too. Thank goodness I did for it WAS the demonic face appearing suddenly and if I'd not been to the restroom prior to this, I might have had reason to be embarrassed.
I well remember sitting with my siblings on the couch side by side beneath a blanket as we tuned into the latest late night thriller. I still love to watch the movies which scrared the crap out of me with well-placed musical drama, sound effects, and the sudden moves which made me jump ten feet and scream and yet didn't go overboard with blood and carnage. (If I want to see that, all I have to do is turn on the news on any given night.) Of course, getting ready for bed, running to jump on the bed just in case there are things beneath it, and then finding your brother has hidden himself just there to catch you when you least expect it isn't necessarily a pleasant thing after watching one of these. There's nothing like siblings and good sleep-over buddies with whom to watch these movies!