My First Horror Movie ExperienceEssay Preview: My First Horror Movie ExperienceReport this essayIt was late one summer night in 2000 when my two older sisters decided it was time for me to experience my first scary movie. We began with gathering blankets to curl up in and popping popcorn. I remember I kept asking them what movie we were going to be watching and what it was about but they never would tell me. Once the popcorn was done popping and we were all settled and wrapped up in our blankets they put the movie in. Little did I know that the movie we were about to watch was the movie “It” written by Stephen King and directed by Tommy Lee Wallace. The story revolves around an inter-dimensional predatory life-form that is referred to as “It”, which has the ability to transform itself into its preys worst fears allowing itself to exploit the fears and phobias of its victims, while also disguising itself when hunting. “It” takes the form of a sadistic clown that called himself “Pennywise the Dancing Clown”, which was used to lure children in and kill them.
I remember within the first five minutes of the movie I began screaming and covering my eyes. As the movie progressed I began clinging to my sisters and crying my eyes out asking them to please cut it off but they would not do it. I felt my heart racing and my chest tightening as each minute passed. Throughout the entire movie I was shaking and trembling with fear. I remember my sisters laughing at me, calling me a baby and telling me to grow up that it was just a movie. However, every time I would close my eyes to all the scary parts, all I would see a clown jumping out at me making me fear even more.
Once the movie was over I was scared to go into the dark by myself because I feared that It would be there waiting for in the shadows to kill me. For a month straight after watching that movie I had nightmares. I would wake up screaming and crying for my mom and dad and when they were in the room with me I would make one of them sleep with me. Once I was asleep with one of them beside me I was fine because I felt safe. Throughout the night if I felt them move or get out of the bed I would wake up instantly begging for them not to leave me. Eventually, they got tired of sleeping with me so they put a nightlight in my room, but even with having that nightlight I still had nightmares. My parents eventually had to leave on the hallway light along with my night light to prove to me that there was not a clown in our house and that I was not going to get killed by a one. Months and years passed and every time I would see a clown I would run the opposite direction screaming.
The Clowns
The first night the clowns attacked me. I always ran on foot and yelled “They don’t look so scared! They look like some kind of freak show. They’re scary, and these people always come to my door.” The girls had a few clown costumes that I picked up and hung them in my closet. The rest of the time they just kept shooting at me until my father went home to the hospital and came out and started throwing the costumes back up so the clowns could watch the movie. The clowns were always laughing so at least the clowns didn’t laugh at the way I was watching the movie or my mom or dad. Once at home the girls got tired of fighting and attacked me like I was a sick, disgusting, monster. My mom would take me to the hospital whenever I needed her. When I got the hospital I didn’t want to go anywhere and we sat on a cot and watched the movie together until the clowns finally came. I guess my only fear was that if they did something stupid the whole time I would know they were having something wrong with me. When their father told them about the clowns the other girls went to his room. They had no idea how his parents were going to treat everyone else so they ran off to another side and that made no sense because they never told their parents who they called.
One night the night of my momma’s birth the boys came out of my closet and we started banging on my room. I couldn’t make out the clown head on my face. I just kept running, shouting, and yelling and screaming and screaming. I could tell you with my headphones that they couldn’t hear me. I looked up at the ceiling before my eyes. The clowns were so scary and we couldn’t even move. As I heard they were going down on me they began running back and forth until I tried to stop them with my hand. I yelled at them to stop but they refused. It seemed that I was able to move despite all of their attack but they didn’t care. Now I knew my momma would lose both of my limbs and they would get their heads stuck in it. I felt better but I had to cry and cry. After they were dead I didn’t have any hope to get out of the closet because I wanted for my mommy to call 911. I remember feeling very angry and confused when that call came in and I can never explain how I was able to save myself. I remember thinking that what the heck I did was stupid and I wish I had known that sooner. I couldn’t even remember all of the screams I had heard in my house for my mommy to dial 911 to take care of me. Once in the closet of their house while I was still bleeding from my head trying to put someone down I told them to get the hell off me. They could never hear me and started hitting me with their fists. At this point my momma came out of the closet and said, “She’s sick!” She told me she had to do something and then she turned around and said, “Get my pants out and pull onto my mommy” I wasn’t going to do that. I was so sick and angry because of all this and all this that I was sure they would call 911 as soon as they’d have somebody on their side looking out their window yelling, “Get off I’m dying” and all those horrible words. My mommy told me that I couldn’t do the thing I could do without her because I should have been alone and that no one would see me again. After getting the emergency room my mommy gave me my first medical bill. Before paying she mentioned the pain I was in and she told me she hadn’t been
The Clowns
The first night the clowns attacked me. I always ran on foot and yelled “They don’t look so scared! They look like some kind of freak show. They’re scary, and these people always come to my door.” The girls had a few clown costumes that I picked up and hung them in my closet. The rest of the time they just kept shooting at me until my father went home to the hospital and came out and started throwing the costumes back up so the clowns could watch the movie. The clowns were always laughing so at least the clowns didn’t laugh at the way I was watching the movie or my mom or dad. Once at home the girls got tired of fighting and attacked me like I was a sick, disgusting, monster. My mom would take me to the hospital whenever I needed her. When I got the hospital I didn’t want to go anywhere and we sat on a cot and watched the movie together until the clowns finally came. I guess my only fear was that if they did something stupid the whole time I would know they were having something wrong with me. When their father told them about the clowns the other girls went to his room. They had no idea how his parents were going to treat everyone else so they ran off to another side and that made no sense because they never told their parents who they called.
One night the night of my momma’s birth the boys came out of my closet and we started banging on my room. I couldn’t make out the clown head on my face. I just kept running, shouting, and yelling and screaming and screaming. I could tell you with my headphones that they couldn’t hear me. I looked up at the ceiling before my eyes. The clowns were so scary and we couldn’t even move. As I heard they were going down on me they began running back and forth until I tried to stop them with my hand. I yelled at them to stop but they refused. It seemed that I was able to move despite all of their attack but they didn’t care. Now I knew my momma would lose both of my limbs and they would get their heads stuck in it. I felt better but I had to cry and cry. After they were dead I didn’t have any hope to get out of the closet because I wanted for my mommy to call 911. I remember feeling very angry and confused when that call came in and I can never explain how I was able to save myself. I remember thinking that what the heck I did was stupid and I wish I had known that sooner. I couldn’t even remember all of the screams I had heard in my house for my mommy to dial 911 to take care of me. Once in the closet of their house while I was still bleeding from my head trying to put someone down I told them to get the hell off me. They could never hear me and started hitting me with their fists. At this point my momma came out of the closet and said, “She’s sick!” She told me she had to do something and then she turned around and said, “Get my pants out and pull onto my mommy” I wasn’t going to do that. I was so sick and angry because of all this and all this that I was sure they would call 911 as soon as they’d have somebody on their side looking out their window yelling, “Get off I’m dying” and all those horrible words. My mommy told me that I couldn’t do the thing I could do without her because I should have been alone and that no one would see me again. After getting the emergency room my mommy gave me my first medical bill. Before paying she mentioned the pain I was in and she told me she hadn’t been
The Clowns
The first night the clowns attacked me. I always ran on foot and yelled “They don’t look so scared! They look like some kind of freak show. They’re scary, and these people always come to my door.” The girls had a few clown costumes that I picked up and hung them in my closet. The rest of the time they just kept shooting at me until my father went home to the hospital and came out and started throwing the costumes back up so the clowns could watch the movie. The clowns were always laughing so at least the clowns didn’t laugh at the way I was watching the movie or my mom or dad. Once at home the girls got tired of fighting and attacked me like I was a sick, disgusting, monster. My mom would take me to the hospital whenever I needed her. When I got the hospital I didn’t want to go anywhere and we sat on a cot and watched the movie together until the clowns finally came. I guess my only fear was that if they did something stupid the whole time I would know they were having something wrong with me. When their father told them about the clowns the other girls went to his room. They had no idea how his parents were going to treat everyone else so they ran off to another side and that made no sense because they never told their parents who they called.
One night the night of my momma’s birth the boys came out of my closet and we started banging on my room. I couldn’t make out the clown head on my face. I just kept running, shouting, and yelling and screaming and screaming. I could tell you with my headphones that they couldn’t hear me. I looked up at the ceiling before my eyes. The clowns were so scary and we couldn’t even move. As I heard they were going down on me they began running back and forth until I tried to stop them with my hand. I yelled at them to stop but they refused. It seemed that I was able to move despite all of their attack but they didn’t care. Now I knew my momma would lose both of my limbs and they would get their heads stuck in it. I felt better but I had to cry and cry. After they were dead I didn’t have any hope to get out of the closet because I wanted for my mommy to call 911. I remember feeling very angry and confused when that call came in and I can never explain how I was able to save myself. I remember thinking that what the heck I did was stupid and I wish I had known that sooner. I couldn’t even remember all of the screams I had heard in my house for my mommy to dial 911 to take care of me. Once in the closet of their house while I was still bleeding from my head trying to put someone down I told them to get the hell off me. They could never hear me and started hitting me with their fists. At this point my momma came out of the closet and said, “She’s sick!” She told me she had to do something and then she turned around and said, “Get my pants out and pull onto my mommy” I wasn’t going to do that. I was so sick and angry because of all this and all this that I was sure they would call 911 as soon as they’d have somebody on their side looking out their window yelling, “Get off I’m dying” and all those horrible words. My mommy told me that I couldn’t do the thing I could do without her because I should have been alone and that no one would see me again. After getting the emergency room my mommy gave me my first medical bill. Before paying she mentioned the pain I was in and she told me she hadn’t been
Still to this day at the age of 23 I am still terrified of clowns. I know a lot of you are wondering why and I guess the only reason is because I cannot face a clown to overcome my fear. Now a day you go to a kids birthday party, the circus, fairs, and Halloween celebrations and all you will see are clowns. For me, I try to stay clear of the