Friday Night During The Viewing Of Popo

How have you been? I hope life is going well. How is mom doing? Are you and her eating and sleeping well? I want to be very honest in this letter. Please do not tell mother what I am about to tell you. I don’t want to worry her. I don’t want to worry you too but you’re stronger than mom. What I am about to tell you please take it into consideration but also don’t worry as much.

I swore I would never watch a scary movie after that ever, but then the next summer came around and a second Nightmare on Elm Street came out. I went to that movie but was not as scared as I was with the first. So now you know my first scary movie I ever saw. I still think to myself, “Why do we scare ourselves so much?” I think the answer is that there is something dark inside of us all just itching to come out and play.

The day was windy and rainy. The trees were shaking like a seismograph measured machine ,but my parents were both working late until midnight. I was alone. I woke up and turned on the television and sat down with favorite caramel and garlic flavored popcorn, and put on a scary movie. Last week, my friend recommended it because it was all about an exorcism. During it, I watched a scary movie in my room. I saw some black shadow on the top of the closet because The shadow was reflected from television and shadow kept staring at me, but I avoided the black silhouette. Again, I’m going to focus on the movie the scene coming to a climax and my body system going to uptight feeling like someone squeeze my whole muscle. End of the movie I was sweating and volatile.

In today's popular horror movies, one common element is that the audience always knows what is going to happen. The main character, of course, is clueless. The girl always runs up the stairs when she should be running out the door or into the woods when she should be running to an open area. I am usually forced to yell in exasperation at the TV screen, always hoping that the girl will hear me. Somehow, she never does. Even though the audience can see the masked man standing around the corner, the blond actress running in high heels is oblivious. These are the movies that I can watch without being scared. The real terror comes whenever I am placed in the

Waking up to the cold ceramic floor. The pain of my face after hitting the floor. I had never slept in a bed that was so high off the floor, or nearly as far from a wall. I knew today was the day I was finally going to see my mother again. I hadn’t seen her in almost a week; doesn’t seem like long but at the age of eight I needed my mom. I had been so far away from my dad and my brother for months now, but I’ve had her; it seemed like enough. Being with my grandparents, from my dad’s side of the family, after all, that has happened. We had come for only one reason; my mother’s mom was sick.

At a young age I became obsessed with horror movies. Although, I could look past

It was ten thirty at night. I was writing this letter for probably the tenth time, when my bedroom door opened. Startled, I quickly closed my blue binder. There stood one of my mothers, reminding me that it was time for me to get ready for bed. I took deep breaths to attempt to calm down, brushed my teeth, and said goodnight. Then went back to my bedroom, back to my blue binder. I tried to keep my handwriting legible as I wrote these words to my moms, these words that I couldn’t say out loud to anyone. These words that scared the hell out of me.

“When people watch horrific images, their heartbeat increases as much as 15 beats per minute, their palms sweat, their skin temperature drops several degrees, their muscles tense, and their blood pressure spikes” (Sine 2). Horror movies can cause and actual response from the body, where you could experience the same type of fear that the characters on screen feel. This means that horror movies, when executed properly, actually affect the person watching it. You could be just as sweaty and exhausted as a character on screen running from a chainsaw-wielding psychopath. “ In surveys of her students, Cantor found that nearly 60% reported that something they had watched before age 14 had caused disturbances in their sleep or waking life. Cantor has collected hundreds of essays by students who became afraid of water or clowns, who had obsessive thoughts of horrible images, or who became disturbed at the mention of movies such as E.T. or Nightmare on Elm Street. More than a quarter said they were still fearful” (Sine 4). Horror movies can be stuck in your brain, everyone has things that they are afraid of for a long time, and horror movies, especially characters like Freddy Krueger and Chucky, can become one of those things. This could deeply affect a person in their daily life, and even I occasionally check everywhere in a room to see if someone (or

This is amazing to me, Looking back over my life and to be where I’m at in life right know is a really good thing. Writing a letter for my Adult Development class, I’m in college this as taken my breath away. This is my story, a look into my life, past the present, and future. So get

Once we were back home I remember I was very tired and wanted to go to sleep. Before I went to sleep however, I was sitting in the kitchen with my mother, aunt, and sister. One of the reasons why I left before them was because they had been talking about their paranormal experiences they had experienced in the house. This had obviously spooked me so my sister suggested I go to bed instead and I did. Thankfully I fell asleep quiet easily and didn’t keep thinking about the paranormal happenings that occurred in the house. The room where I was staying at was on the second floor and had a big window that let the light from the street come in through the thin curtains. This also let any sound from the outside be heard easily into the room.

I was excited at the thought of sharing my dreams with my parents. My mom has always been a loving and gentle woman. A petite woman — far shorter than my dad and I — she was encouraging of what I did for the most part, and put my own wellbeing far above her own many times. Housework, cooking, and attending to me made her content. Her smile never failed to cheer me up, and the contrast she held to her husband, my dad, was like a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. She created warmth, and with a kiss she could cure a child’s injury without ever expecting a thank you for the miracles of motherhood that she performed.

Ivy (one of Summer’s twins) had woken up from a bad dream, she went to retrieve a glass of water as she noticed from the kitchen window, her mother sitting on the porch. Ivy scratched her chin wondering why her mother was awake so late, then the idea came to her mind, she missed Papa. She clung on to the opening side of the front door and stuck her head out to get her mother's attention. Summer gave a fake half smile to Ivy, and that's when Ivy for sure knew what pain her mother was going through. She gave her mom a hug around the back of the rocking chair and had kissed the back of her skull. Ivy mumbled lightly, “You should get some sleep mom, I'm sure he’s ok.” Summer nodded her head and hugged Ivy’s right arm around her neck.

I stand looking at myself at the mirror, wondering will things get better? Now that the war is finally over, will father come home? We haven’t received any letters from him, ever since the war started. I take mother’s old scissors from when she used to cut my hair, and begin to contemplate. Then I have decided, and in a few snips my long, blond hair is gone. My hair is now up to my shoulders. I hear mother reading to my little brother, Maxwell, upstairs. She always reads him the same story, The Adventures of Pinocchio, which was given to her by my grandparents just like this old Oklahoma farmhouse. My mother always comforted me with that book, but now that I am nine she thinks I am old enough to fall asleep without her. Although, I still long for her and my father’s comfort, when they would hug me and kiss me to bed every night, before the war. I crawl back up into my bed with my red, long sleeve pajamas on, and faintly hear mother creaking down the hall. You can hear the floorboards creaking, they never got fixed to due to the war. She comes in my room and whispers, “Goodnight Marley, I love you.” She feels my hair, and I whisper back, “Night Mother, I love you.”

So while I was trying to think of what to write in a letter to you, I thought of what I could send in a letter that would be advantageous over sending a message. Anything that is going on in my life this second could be summarized, opinions on current events would be outdated by the time this will reach you, and sending a letter merely containing how much I love you would be fruitless because I’ve already made it clear I love you with all my heart. Any political belief that needed an essay format could be sent over email as we’ve done before. What a letter can provide is a platform for me to talk for paragraphs without need for breaks. It also has a slight advantage over anything sent electronically in that it has been touched by me, and because of all the traveling it has to do makes it so much more special when it finally touches your hands. I think, for now, the only thing I can talk about that fulfils the criteria of a good informal letter is my life. It’s twenty-one years in the making, and I think you’ll

I wake up to the sound of the front door closing ‘ just another day’ I tried to tell myself. As I shifted in my bed my eyes had begun to close shut again, stunned by the bright sunlight piercing through the curtains. Rubbing my eyes happened to be the natural thing to do when relieving them from the radiant sunlight. Lazily I looked to my left and the picture of my mother caught my attention, as it did everyday. Not only did I miss my mother but the picture had been a token of my innocence and a reminder of my ignorance; I guess that is why it motivates me to do what I do. Heaven forbid a few tears would escape my eyes I knew she wouldn’t want me to be like this. It was hard to believe it has been four years since her passing I just wish