If you read this blog post you will die in one week…
A few years ago, a group of students discovered a blog in a creepy old cabin in the woods.
Of course, they read it.
They couldn’t really make head nor tail of it, though. It was just a crazy, incoherent jumble of words and images: a dress here, a pair of shoes there, a random act of stupidity here, there and everywhere… So they shrugged, and went off to do something else.
A few minutes after they finished reading, however, the phone rang.
“One week,” said a mysterious voice on the other end.
And sure enough, one week later…
Absolutely nothing happened.
Because blogs don’t have that kind of power, stupid, only horror movies have that kind of power. Have I taught you nothing here?
So, for Halloween Part 1 I decided to pay homage to The Scariest Movie I Have Ever Seen, a.k.a. The Ring. Well, it was either Sadako/Samara from The Ring, or it was That Old Woman from Insidious . If I’d chosen to go as T.O.W., though, I would have actually have had to LOOK at That Old Woman again, in order to get inspiration for the costume, and… I’m not ever looking at That Old Woman again, and you can’t make me. Also, to be Samara, all I needed was a black wig (eBay) and a white nightgown (my mum), et voila!
The Ring (and yes, I’ve seen the Japanese version, before you all start) was the first film to seriously freak me out. After watching it, I didn’t sleep properly for approximately three years, because every time I closed my eyes, I would imagine Samara standing at the bottom of the bed, and I would want to die. The movie was also responsible for making me frightened of a) televisions and b) phones. (OK, I’d ALWAYS been a bit frightened of phones, but The Ring took it to new levels.) Even now, I only have to THINK about certain sequences from that movie, and I will freak the hell out.
So, what do you do when there’s a character from a movie who seriously scares you, folks? Why, you dress as her for Halloween, of course! And then you spend the entire evening avoiding mirrors, because every time you catch sight of yourself, you almost die of fear. Awesome!
Anyway, raging fear aside, the party was lots of fun (thanks to Nicky and Barry for being our hosts once again!) and everyone looked fantastic. And I know what you’re thinking. You’re all, “We don’t really care about your crappy outfit, Amber, we just want to see Terry’s costume!” Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a while longer. You see, we have another Halloween party to attend this Saturday, and while I’m wearing something different this time (you can only get me into a shapeless white nightgown once), Terry will be wearing the same costume he wore this week. I know the hosts of the next party read this blog from time to time (Hi Steven and Lindsay!) and I don’t want to spoil the, er, impact of Terry’s outfit for them, so I’ll post his photos on Saturday, before we go. I’m sure you’ll all be on the edge of your seats.
To make up for that crushing blow, however, here is Rubin’s “costume”:
And you can deny it all you like, but if the phone rings shortly after you finish reading this, you’re going to be scared.
And you should be.