It brought back a funny (now) memory that made me smile and laugh at myself.
In the 5th grade I was not allowed to watch scary movies. I had never seen one.
BUT, I spent the night at my friend Patty's house and we stayed up till midnight to watch Nightmare Theater. The name alone should have told us what was to follow. The "Theater" opened with it's Vampire host waking up and lifting the lid of his coffin as he introduced the evenings/early morning horror film that was coming up. At 10 years old, that was almost enough right there.
The movie that was being shown was "Murders in the Rue Morgue". Yes, by Edgar Allen Poe starring Bella Lugosi.
Needless to say, 10 minutes into the movie in Patty's attic bedroom and I was scared to death. The young dancer we were watching was dead in her room, blood was dripping everywhere staining the white sheet on the television and the bloody bracelet on the murdered star was still tinkling, even after her death. A gold bracelet with a little bell.
Well, heart racing and wild eyed, I had to go the bathroom. You would have, too. Down the loooong hallway. In the dark. Alone. I made it to the door (and lived), turned on the light and on the back of the toilet was a gold bracelet with a little bell. (We later learned it belonged to Patty's older sister). I screamed, Patty came running. We both screamed, her Dad came running.
We were terrified and decided, with her father's help, that it would be better to listen to top 40 on her little am clock radio than finish the movie.
I was never allowed to spend the night at Patty's house again. lol
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1 comment:
What a great story Julia! I love that! It reminds me of the time I was at a slumber party and everyone was telling their own horror story... I don't remember the story, but I do remember it was about a decapitated women who had her head tied on with a scarf. To this day, that's the first thing I think of when someone has a scarf tied around their neck.
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