| Macabre_Maiden |
03-03-2005 06:16 AM |
My mother loved horror films and used to watch them all the time. Unforunately, she'd get so scared by them it was ridiculous. After seeing the Excorist, she couldn't shower alone because when she had her eyes closed, she'd see Reaghan's face. She had to walk out of TCM because she was altogether too frightened. and of course, there was Black Christmas.
After watching it at the theatres, she started recieving prank phone calls. (Years later, she assumes someone saw her at the theatre and decided to be a jerk.) Her fear of attics inclined drastically. So one day, when I was quite little, she told me about this really scary film where the killer lived in the attic and no one knew about him.
Naturally, I was terrified beyond the capacity of human thought and remember spending many a sleepless night thinking I could hear something (or someone) in the attic.
Four Christmas' ago, my mother recieved Black Christmas as a present. When I finally had the chance to see it (also my mother's first time seeing it since her first time) I enjoyed it but of course, it didn't live up to the terrors I had created in my imagination. Great ending, though.
After watching it, my mother locked me in the garage and turned off the lights as a practical joke. Seeings how it was Christmas, I freaked out. Ahhhh, memories.
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