I do. I love scary movies.
My favourite scary movies are definitely the ones that include the paranormal, or ghosts. I have always been a big fan of ghost stories, and one of my favourite things about camping when I was a kid was telling ghost stories around the campfire.
I remember regaling a family at a neighbouring campsite with a crazy long ghost story that I made up about a family of squirrels that lived in a haunted tree. I loved making up elaborate ghost stories.
When I had sleepovers with my friends, we would often tell ghost stories, or do the “light as a feather, stiff as a board” game, as well as hold “séances”.
So I am a little bit fascinated by ghosts, and I do enjoy scary movies.
I don’t mean the gory, psycho murderer scary movies. Those ones don’t really scare me. They just make me feel sick.
But ghost stories, those are scary.
There are certain scary movies that have left a lasting effect on me, that sometimes even scare me now even though I saw them years ago. Those ones usually have some sort of ghost component to them.
I started thinking about this after seeing The Woman In Black last week. It was very scary at the time, but I wondered if it was one of those movies that I would forget about after it was over, or if any of the creepiness would stick with me.
On Friday after work, I stayed for an extra half an hour after everyone left to finish up some work before the weekend. I was alone in my office. I wasn’t consciously thinking about the movie, but I kept thinking I was “hearing noises”, and I kept thinking I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. It was a little creepy.
I’m feeling less creeped out now, but it definitely got me thinking about the other movies that have left me slightly traumatized over the years.
Technically this was a slasher movie, but since the spirit of the murderer was residing in the doll Chucky, it still had a paranormal or ghost component.
I’m sorry, but dolls are scary (minus the Cabbage Patch Kids – they’re fine). Chucky absolutely terrified me. I remember watching the movie for the first time while I was sleeping over at my friend Amy’s house, and we were so scared that we laid awake all night, listening to every little noise and shaking under the covers.
My fear intensified when I returned home and realized just how much Chucky looked like the My Buddy doll.
Which I happened to have (I don’t even know how I acquired this doll – I’m pretty sure a family friend left it at my house).
I was suddenly so terrified of My Buddy, and I was sure he was going to come to life and try to murder me, like Chucky. My Buddy needed to be dealt with. So I hanged him by the neck in my closet.
Over-dramatic? Probably. Effective? YEP.
I still have chills when I think about this movie. Candyman ruined mirrors for me for YEARS.
Immediately after watching that movie, I couldn’t stand to be near any mirror in my house. If I had to pass a mirror, I would run by it in case Candyman was suddenly going to reach out and hook me. I also took the mirror out of my bedroom until I got over my new intense fear of mirrors (and new intense fear of rundown park bathrooms also).
Candyman was everything nightmares were made of, in my opinion. Like Bloody Mary but 10 million times worse.
I mean, he has a hook for a hand. That is friggin’ scary.
As time went on, I would mostly forget about being afraid of Candyman, and I was okay being in the presence of mirrors again.
But sometimes I would just be innocently brushing my teeth in front of my bathroom mirror and Candyman would suddenly pop into my head. Instant terror. I would brush my teeth as fast as I could so I could just get out of my bathroom and away from the mirror as soon as possible.
And occasionally even now I’ll be alone in the house doing my makeup in the mirror and I’ll start thinking about Candyman, and I still get scared. Candyman was scary! Just pure scariness.
The Blair Witch Project
When the Blair Witch Project first came out, I saw it in theatres with my boyfriend at the time, and there were a lot of rumours floating around that the movie was a true story.
Since I basically lived in a forest, and the movie took place in a forest, after seeing the movie, I started to become very afraid of the forest at night. There was only one streetlight at the very end of my street, and at night time, the rest of the road was pitch black. On one side, there were houses. On the other side, pure dark and scary forest, possibly filled with witches and this creepy ass house.
Whenever I was walking home from a friend’s house at night, alone, I would sprint as fast as I could all the way down my street in the dark because I was so afraid of the Blair Witch.
Something about The Ring SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME. When I watch it now, I find it almost comical (I think because of Scary Movie), but when I watched it the first time, it absolutely scared the pants off me. I cannot remember ever being so terrified in a movie. As I was watching it, I remember feeling like I just couldn’t take any more scariness, and I might actually have a heart attack.
I was able to make it through the movie heart-attack free. But for weeks I unplugged the TV in my room at night and threw a blanket over it. I could not get the image of that creepy little girl coming out of the TV out of my head. Terrifying.
Those are the main scary movies that I remember truly scaring me, but some honourable mentions include Poltergeist, Paranormal Activity, and The Grudge (pretty much just the bed scene).
I don’t know why I continue to torture myself with these movies when some of them have clearly left a lasting scary impression on me. But I do generally enjoy being scared, and that chilly thrill that comes along with it. So I’ll keep watching them, and then I’ll probably complain about it.
What scary movies did you find to be the scariest of the scary?