The Horror of it all Part 2

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Merry meet all,

I have watched 3-4 horror movies lately. I was not that scared. The movies were Insidious 1-2, The Possession of Hannah Grace, and Sinister. I could get a night’s sleep after watching them which means the movies needed to be scarier. I am a writer of horror fiction and seriously, I am well read. I know that in order to give readers or viewers the frights royale, it needs to be scary. I mean scary. I am talking about leaving the lights on all night and hiding under the covers kind of scared. However, after watching these predictable movies, I was like blah.

So all that money is spent on making these movies and I am getting a full night’s sleep? The Exorcist holds the throne as superior in terror because it was terrifying. There is a difference between horrifying and terrifying. One of the two you experience more deeply. I won’t watch The Exorcist which deals with similar themes as the movies mentioned above.

I had a nightmare about a horrific demon. I have seen scary. Not much fazes me now. There is nothing scarier than experiencing – read, enduring, something in real life. If you really want the frights royale, try that sometime. A movie ends. You can close the pages of a horror novel. But to actually experience something? Now there’s scary. It stays with you and changes you. Forever. It haunts you in the back of your mind. I still live in my apartment after what I saw in my nightmare. (The rent is low.) I still enter my broom closet but not without drawing up my shields. I am serious. The nightmare occurred in my broom closet. That thing was not sticking around. There was no way.

I think directors of these movies would benefit from listening to real people’s actual accounts. They think they know scary. Listen to the people. People come into my witch shop all the time for help about dark spirits following them around. Real life is scarier. Truth is stranger than fiction.

I have left a pentacle in my broom closet, salt, a jar of water (to see if it changes color- it is murky.) I have smudged with sage there. I have done an Italian spell with a lemon down there. I stabbed the lemon with pins and wound yarn around it. I left the lemon to hang in the closet and absorb the negativity. To this day, I feel like something stares back at me. I am not kidding. Sheesh. But there is no harm done yet and so I have not moved out.

So these directors really need to up their act if they want to scare me. Or maybe I will write my own scary story.

Blessings Spiderwitch