Note 7.8/10. Classic Widows is a Documentary, Music TV Movie of 1995 made in UK. Director: Ken RussellCast: Xenia Frankel, Ken Russell, Fiona Searle, Bertha Stevens, Susana Walton…]]>
I am going to get a snack…]]>
I did a lot of trying to protect my hands, feet, and head by keeping total coverage, but the creatures that were scaring me were the ones I was watching with my dad — the creature from the Black Lagoon, and generally any sort of goblin-esque or reptilian type dudes.
I was terrified of Golem from the LOTR books, and I think he was from whom I was most looking to stay hidden.]]>
Godspeed, Mr. Carr.]]>
I don’t know for how long this went on (I am assuming a while), but I could never shower with the curtain fully closed. I always had to keep it at least 1/4 open just to make sure that Jason couldn’t get me while I was my most vulnerable. I also couldn’t simply get into bed. I had to jump into bed (this way Jason couldn’t grab or cut my feet).
When I would try to sleep, the slightest noise or the slightest absence of noise proved too much. I can remember laying on my back with my eyes closed tightly, thinking that Jason was right above me with a machete, and the second I opened my eyes…he would strike.
The traditional monsters and newer ones like Freddy Krueger scared me, but there was something terrifying to me about a killer who never talked and wore a mask.]]>
Of course, I was also permitted to watch John Carpenter’s The Thing at a very young age, which is still the scariest movie/idea out there to me. Although I also just love the movie, too. Very frightening stuff, but fascinating in terms of the things it attacks with identity and self.
One of the few dreams I recall from my childhood, though, maybe shows that I had monsters a bit too much on the brain. My family had this low circular table, and in my dream I was in my house being chased around it by a vampire and I think maybe the Frankenstein monster. Just running in a circle. A very oppressive kind of feeling.
In the dream, I managed to break off after a few laps, and make it into my bedroom, where I hid under my bed. The vampire entered (and it was a very classic widows-peak, black cape, puffy white shirt, amulet-wearing vampire). I thought I managed to fool him, but he stepped up to my bed, unhinged his jaw, and began to bite toward me with his lower jaw on the floor and the top one going through the mattress — which is where I woke up. Super freaky to the point of still remembering it over 25 years later.
And here’s something to enjoy:
The Cryptids section is pretty interesting … and I love that Faeries get the nod too …]]>