Comments on: Halloween Window Silhouettes, Bubble Tape, and Spider Lights. In that order.

By: chad

chad — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 03:03:20 +0000

I watched childs play 2 when I was about 8 or 9. My mom took my “my buddy” doll and taped a knife in his hand and hid him under my sheets. I went to bed, pulled back the sheets and shit myself. Thanks mom, you are the reason I love horror movies

By: Teddy Ray

Teddy Ray — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:11:59 +0000

Last!

By: Shane

Shane — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 04:07:04 +0000

When I was about six or seven,I watched some weird Nightmare On Elm Street music video.For some reason,just seeing Freddy scared me.Then,my father had to go be a dick and tell me allll about Freddy,and how he comes in your sleep and shit,you know the stuff.
Needless to say, I had to sleep in my mother’s bed that night,but she took so long getting ready for bed that by the time the lights were out I had de-pussified.
Also,the earwig things from Star Trek 2.
Gives me a headache just thinking about ‘em.

By: Bluejay

Bluejay — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 19:19:18 +0000

I’m definitely coming late to this survey, but oh well.

I was flipping channels once, it was in our old house so I must have been younger than ten. I came across a movie that was creeping me out, but I don’t know why I kept watching it. I think I thought that it was some kind of pseudo-scary-but-okay-for-kids things, since it was on during the daytime. It stuck in my memory since I pretty much never watched scary movies. Years later, when I had discovered the internet, I decided to try to find out what this movie was with the “Nilbog milk” and people being turned into green slime and trees and stuff.

Yes, I watched Troll 2 before it was cool. Or at least before I knew it was cool. Great story, the end!

By: Ory Bloodmyre

Ory Bloodmyre — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:31:39 +0000

I was never scared of movies or anything from what I can remember, however when I was about 4, I was on holiday in a little sea-side town in Wales. They had a sort of plastic/wax work museum of scary stuff through history. It looked awsome, with a dragon head coming down from the sign above the entrance, and I begged my dad to take me. it cost the earth to get in, but I only went into the first room, which had a goblin like creature, carrying off a baby, in a medeval hovel, whilst the sleeping parents lay blissfully unaware that this monstrosity was carrying off their little bundle of joy. It was too much for me, just the realism of the goblin thing, and the dirty cottage, and I shamefully remember wetting myself and being taken back to where we were staying. It was also the only time I wet myself through fear! I remember looking through the brochure of the museum a couple of days later thinking how cool the other exhibits which I never made it to were, like were wolves, trolls and dragons, and to this day I regret not making it all the way. I think its gone now, the museum, as I cant find it on google.

By: Jasumin

Jasumin — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 08:12:31 +0000

When I was a little kid I used to get terrified of the stupidest things. I could handle some stuff, which I probably shouldn’t of been watching, but then went off my nut about things that were generally tame. I used to hide behind the lounge chair (it was up against the wall and there was a little triangle gap that I could fit into if I crawled) whenever I got scared, so that I could poke my head out to watch, and then stick it back in when it got too spooky.

The things I remember being most scared of when I was very young would have been Dr Who episodes with Tom Baker (I usually ran and hid in the other side of the house as soon as I heard the theme music start), the second Ghostbusters movie (the painting freaked me out) and one episode of the Ghostbusters cartoon. I’m pretty sure it was Mrs Roger’s Neighbourhood. I remember a giant toaster tried to eat everyone. For some reason, the toaster coming to life and trying to eat them was the scariest thing I’d seen in my life.

By: Jonathan Wojcik

Jonathan Wojcik — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 07:48:38 +0000

Despite running a huge monster-devoted website, I was terrified of scary movies as a kid, especially just one drop of blood. I couldn’t bear to look at Freddy’s face even in toy form, so I missed out on all that great stuff. I’d nervously check out the box covers to “R” films at the video store, intrigued by the disturbing images but horrified to even imagine what might go on within.