I've always been a bit of a freak. Most kids love Christmas...not for me, thanks. Don't get me wrong, I loved getting presents that came with Christmas, but for me the best holiday of ALL TIME was (and still is) Halloween.
I love the freaky, creepy, scary and bizarre--a love I have proudly passed on to my daughter. (For her Sweet 16 she had very definite ideas: the theme was Not-So-Sweet Sixteen. We had skulls, tombstones, fakeblood, ghost pinatas, candles that dripped blood...it was AWESOME! Of course finding that sort of stuff in February wasn't easy. I'd been wiping out all the Halloween clearance stuff for months prior.)
Anyway...this time of year people are pulling out the horror flicks. As a freak child of the 80s I was big on horror flicks. (See my blog at www.donicacovey.com for the movie that won my STINKOID award.) And I thought I'd share some of them with y'all so that you can have ideas to fall back on if you're looking for a classic horror flick.
Back when I was a kid, I travelled alot with different groups: high school choir, church youth group, that sort of stuff. One of those trips found us being housed with people who were farmers. Corn farmers.
Now this wouldn't be a bad thing...not really...except...
Three days before the trip I'd gone to the movies and had seen this AWESOME Stephen King flick...Children of the Corn.
Now, at the time of seeing the movie I was sufficiently freaked out--not terror stricken--but freaked out.
Then I arrive at the house where I'm to spend the next several days. It's a lovely white clapboard home. Wrap around porch. Huge white barn. Perfect in everyway. Then I go into my room. There, out the window, is rows and rows and ROWS of corn stalks.
The window in the bathroom has a similar view.
Each night I swear there was a breeze and these people kept their windows open and their ac off. Listening to the breeze gently ripple through the corn didn't relax me...oh hell no! It triggered glimpses of the movie.
To this day whenever I see a cornfield I flash to that movie and for a split second the hair on the back of my neck lifts, and shivers trail down my spine.
So, if you're looking for a flick to freak your sense, might I suggest an evening with the Children?