Slumber party memories from the horror movie Den of Geek


“Wouldn’t it be fucked up if the Ring Girl walked right past that glass door?”

Yes, James, that would be fucked up. So screwed up, in fact, that I’m not a huge fan of sliding glass doors after hours to date.

The Omen – Rosie Fletcher

I had the whole trilogy recorded on TV and absolutely loved them – I still love it, I’m a horror freak to this day. Although you will often hear The omen rejected as a receipt to The Exorcist I totally disagree, those movies (well, the first two, anyway) had Final destination levels of inventiveness with the kills and showed real psychological depth, with top notch performances from legends such as Gregory Peck, Lee Remick and Billie Whitelaw. But when we were kids at a slumber party around my house, we didn’t really care about that. What I remember the most are the dogs. A group of girls crowded into the living room sprawled out on floral-patterned sofas, watching a nanny hang himself, a priest impaled by a church spire, and all kinds of adorable ones. It was great. But then there was the scene in the church yard, where Damien’s adoptive father Robert Thorn (Peck) and fellow photographer Keith Jennings (David Warner) first discover Damien’s true parentage ( which is a little scary). Then the dogs. Galloping hellhounds come to attack the couple, who must flee. The dogs bark and growl. The music is accentuated. Me and my pals squeak and giggle. And then, terror of terrors, my father arrives in the living room in his pajamas and dressing gown, his eyes watery and hair in bed crying out to us all to stop making so much noise it’s 2 a.m. ‘turn off the TV and go to sleep. What we did not do. I’m still a little afraid of dogs. Especially those from hell.

Witches – Kayti Burt

I don’t scare easily; this was true even at the age of five. But a certain savagery should be kept for at least his sixth birthday, and Nicolas Roeg’s 1990 film adaptation of Roald Dahl’s film The witches is one of those horrors. As is the plight of non-elder children everywhere, I was invited to the birthday slumber party for my older sister’s friend in the company of the non-elder child who lived in the house. For almost three decades, I have not recovered from what I saw there. Apparently human faces have been scratched to reveal the true form of witchcraft below. Most impactful: Vulnerable and helpless children turned into even more helpless and vulnerable mice. I am told that musophobia is one of the most common phobias in the world. I can only assume that this means that, overall, most people are subjected to The witches at a young age, forever changing the path of their lives.

When we are little, strange borders are on every street corner (it is like that also for the mice), so mundane as one expects them. But they are, by definition, never commonplace or banal. The most effective horror movies are the ones that sting our bruises, and The witches came for my most obvious soft tissue damage that night. Sleeping in a relative stranger’s house without my parents for the first time, I was subjected to the story of a boy whose parents are suddenly killed in a car accident, leaving him alone forever. He is then hunted by witches and turned into a mouse. Even that little treat of candy is made dangerous.

To this day, I am deeply afraid of mice and other rodents. Not because I think they’ll bite me or steal my food (although I’d rather they didn’t either), but because I’m afraid of what they mean to this five-year-old. years inside: being small and alone in a big world, without someone there to keep me safe.


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