Whoop whoop for my first blog homework! I've been inactive for a bit but I finally am able to do this and what better way to start off my activity than a blog on my favorite genre of movies?
Horror.
I saw my very first horror movie when I was 13, and the movie I saw was One Missed Call. My mom was one of those who was a stickler to the movie ratings, so I was so excited when my birthday came and she took off the PG-13 restriction. A whole new world had opened up to me. I remember browsing for a good movie to watch and I came across it, thought it sounded interesting, and decided to watch it.
And boy, did I love it.
It was something about the thrill of being scared that I loved with an immense pleasure, and I went on to watch more and more horror movies. I liked sitting on the edge of my seat wondering what was going to happen, feel my heart pumping in my chest, and see that monster pop out of the shadows, and then the occasional "Nuh uh girl, don't go in there!"
And then the movie Orphan came. The only reason I saw it was because my mom was going to watch it and I begged her to let me watch it with her. That movie was more of a thriller. But still in the category of a heart pumping, sitting on the edge movie.
Then Insidious came. Now, keep in mind, I was a pre-teen who had a love for horror movies. I've watched a lot. Even now, I love watching horror movies. I don't get scared anymore, and I just kind of laugh.But no movie scared me like Insidious. Maybe it was the deafening sound of the violins accompanied with jump scares of people and demons coming out of nowhere, or Tiny Tim's Tiptoe Through the Tulips, but that movie had me sleeping with my light on for a MONTH. If I were to go further to explain why it scared me so much, let me start off by saying that I believe in ghosts, okay? I've seen doors open by themselves and my TV change channels when the remote was right next to me. I've had an out of body experience. So the whole theme of astral projection, ghosts, and demons in the movie were entirely too real to me. It's when they could be right behind you, or standing against the wall looking like a coat rack (reference to that scene where they moved and the mom walked through the laundry room) and you wouldn't even know. So best believe I was checking out my closets and coat racks for ghosts who are waiting to tiptoe through my window.
