I'm one of those (too) who doesn't really get scared by horror movies, not even way back. Helter Skelter was the only movie I saw in my youth that I can remember being disturbed by.
As for fictional movies, the scariest experience I can remember followed my 2nd or 3rd viewing of "It's Alive". It wasn't the movie itself, but what happened afterward. (I watched it on cable...The "Z" Channel). After it was over, my Mom asked me to carry something over to the lady across the street, it was about 7:30 at night and it was dark & cold. We had a 4 foot high hedge that bordered the length of our south property line.
While walking over to the other house I heard some rustling coming out from under the hedge, which wasn't that unusual, and I laughed to myself and thought, "Ooooo..."It's" going to get me". On my way back, when I was parallel again with our hedge, there was a sudden shrieking screech that sent chills running through me. Two cats were fighting it out under the bushes and one of them hit & sustained that god-awful ascending pitch that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. I remember picking up my pace, laughing out loud, and thinking, "That's what I get for laughing at little devil babies!"
As for fictional movies, the scariest experience I can remember followed my 2nd or 3rd viewing of "It's Alive". It wasn't the movie itself, but what happened afterward. (I watched it on cable...The "Z" Channel). After it was over, my Mom asked me to carry something over to the lady across the street, it was about 7:30 at night and it was dark & cold. We had a 4 foot high hedge that bordered the length of our south property line.
While walking over to the other house I heard some rustling coming out from under the hedge, which wasn't that unusual, and I laughed to myself and thought, "Ooooo..."It's" going to get me". On my way back, when I was parallel again with our hedge, there was a sudden shrieking screech that sent chills running through me. Two cats were fighting it out under the bushes and one of them hit & sustained that god-awful ascending pitch that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. I remember picking up my pace, laughing out loud, and thinking, "That's what I get for laughing at little devil babies!"
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