During the month of October, many of the articles I contributed to the 31 Days of Horror here at Biff Bam Pop! were about movies that just scare the crap outta me. There’s stuff like Trilogy of Terror, White Zombie and Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark, but this one… this one not only won’t I watch it again, but I get scared just thinking about it. Read my thoughts on the original silent Nosferatu after the jump.
I love horror movies. As a lot of people have, I started watching them when I probably shouldn’t have been. I would sneak down into the living room when my parents were watching them and watch through the railing, scaring my self like crazy and then running back up to my room, scared out of my mind and having to get myself to sleep with visions of ghouls and ghosts dancing in my head.
There are some scenes that I can remember being the scariest that I have seen, the ones that really stick with you. Here they are in no particular order.
I was introduced to Stephen King at 10 years old, by way of an old dusty copy of Salem’s Lot that I had found in my grandfather’s basement. Having been purchased nearly 20 years prior, it was in fairly bad shape but readable none the less, albeit a little yellowed and wrinkled. I took it upstairs and asked my mom where it came from, and she had told me that someone had bought it for her but she hadn’t been able to finish it. She was never a fan of anything scary; even to this day she closes her eyes at scary movie previews. She told me to see what I thought. That night I started reading, in the dark with a little light on overhead, and what followed was one of the most frightening reading experiences I’ve ever had.