In the spirit of Halloween (take note: my favorite holiday, folks), I thought it might be fun to share my favorite scary movie. Ya know, not because the world gives of a shit what I have to say, but because everyone else is sharing their thoughts and I thought, hey, I’m the fucking queen of scary movies and should have a say, dangit!
A child of the 80’s, I grew up on scary movies. I wasn’t the kid who knew what was happening on Fraggle Rock, though I’ll argue that Fraggles are creepy enough to star in a hit horror film, thankyouverymuch. When it came to Abby’s childhood entertainment, I watched movies like Nightmare on Elm Street (major love for Robert Englund), The Exorcist (this explains why I’m mucked up), and other things that kept me up at night and worried I’d spew pea soup all over my momma.
So, as you might expect, I’m quite picky about what scares me today. Thinking back on it, the Blair Witch Project didn’t do it for me. I found it nauseating and humorous. Scream was fun. I’ll admit I was on the edge of my seat, especially that opening sequence with Drew Barrymore, but the slasher film still doesn’t stand out. The Strangers is horrifying, though not “scary.” The Ring is eerie… and yet having seen it a couple times since, I don’t find it nearly as haunting. (Ringu is much scarier, BTW, and the book is even more so.)
There is only one movie that shook me up recently. The format was different. It played with my fear of the paranormal, but not with over-the-top special effects. Since 2007 when the movie debuted, I have not let my foot dangle off the side of the bed (that’s 5 damn years—this is a problem!). I’m still convinced sleeping with the door open means a demon is going to pluck me out of bed and drag me down the hall screaming.
If you haven’t guessed the movie, I’m talking about:
Yep. Not the second, not the third, maybe not even the fourth Paranormal Activity, but the first for all its uniqueness and completely unexpected genius. The ability to make me feel just as isolated in the middle of a cold movie theater as Micah and Katie, the skill at building up my anticipation until the hairs on my neck stand on end, the lingering reminder that I am not even safe in my bedroom is why I give Paranormal Activity the title of “Scariest Movie Evah (according to Abby).”
So what’s your “Scariest Movie Evah (according to ….)?