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Come and Play With Us, Danny...

Quick!
Name the thriller that inspired this shot!

I guess I sort of gave it away in the title...but guess anyway!

In the spirit of Halloween, I couldn't resist capturing this shot while visiting my friends at a neighboring fashion house during Paris Fashion Week. Leave it to me to take a ruffly spring ready-to-wear dress and twist it into something dark, by way of masterminds Stanley Kubrick and Stephen King.

So on top of the many random facts you know about me, I'll add another to the pile: I'm a pretty big horror movie fan. Not in like a Rob Zombie kind of way where I have posters and collectibles around my apartment. Just in the way that I enjoy the suspense, jump scenes and when the movie's annoying chick - because every horror film has one (Rose McGowan, anyone?) - gets slashed. Growing up with all boys, as well as having to share a room in our small Manhattan apartment with my older brother where a poster of Freddy Kruger was on "his side of the room" (that by default looked on to mine) has created a strange comfort in a these gory flicks.

Part of my Halloween countdown (a day that's not celebrated as "festively" in France as it is in the States with all its sluts and gore), I have set up a strict schedule of horror films that are on a need-to-be seen basis before October 31st. Your usual suspects can be found on my list: Scream, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (both original and Biel version), A Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Dawn of the Dead, and When A Stranger Calls. These classics are aiding me in my attempt to make each night just a little more jumpy than usual. I still scream at scenes that I have seen a hundred times...

While I don't have any personal slasher stories to tell you (which I'm pretty sure is a good thing, right?) I do have one ghost story in my pocket. Nothing too scary, I promise...just a little weird.

Picture it. Long Island. 1996.

My mother, brother and I were staying out at my grandmother's house on Long Island while the bathroom at our place was getting renovated. My mother was out to dinner with my grandparents and my brother was out being a teenager, presumably listening to Phish and taking bong hits at Jason Eisenberg's house up the street. It was just me in a large house filled with echoes, old plumbing, and lots of history. 

Even though it was 7 pm, after a hot shower and a cup of chamomile, I was ready to turn in for bed. I know, what 15 year old goes to bed at 7 pm? On this particular night; me. I was tired, not in my own home with my own things, there was nothing on television, plus, the internet wasn't what it is today. So really nothing was forcing me to stay up.

Before crawling into bed, I shoved a glob of wax in my back top molars to coat the wires that my orthodontist didn't cut short enough, and that were viciously scarring my back gums. With much effort, I pulled down the sheets on the bed with its straight-jacket tight hospital corners. I then popped my Fiona Apple tape in white Sony boombox, turned the lights off, and stared at the ceiling.

Thoughts of my first ever boyfriend that I had met the weekend before at a Ween show came to mind, as I waited to fall asleep. I was pretty excited about him. I couldn't believe that this cute guy with similar interests as me actually wanted to date me and perhaps even make out with me, braces and all. Just as I was drawing up a mental list of upcoming shows we could go to together, I felt someone sit down on the bed beside me. I assumed it was my grandparent's cat "Tammy Girl" wanting to nestle up next to me on this chilly night, and with that in mind, I reached my hand down to pet her.

Well. My hand did not fall on soft, fluffy dove grey Tammy Girl fur. It dropped down heavily like a weight onto the bed.

Ummm, Tammy Girl? How'd you do that?

I turned on the light and while Tammy Girl was not there, what was, was the imprint of the bed as if someone was still sitting on it. After several seconds in complete shock, perhaps even horror, looking at the bed still in this form, and I hightailed out of there so fast. I didn't even care that my favorite part, the gypsy-esque ending of "Criminal" was playing, and I waited in the kitchen until someone came home. There was no way that I was going back up in that room to hang out with my bedside buddy....even if it was a deceased family member. I wasn't into it.

What felt like an hour in the kitchen that suddenly become freezing cold, my brother came through the back kitchen door, with Tammy Girl trailing behind him with a leaf stuck to her paw. I recounted what I saw, and I wasn't sure if it was because he wasn't exactly processing what I was saying, or if he was just really stoned but the only response I got was a "whoa, dude" as he shoved a piece of homemade onion focaccia in his mouth. 

Very helpful.

I never did get to the bottom of what happened that night. How could I? Gratefully, I never had a follow-up occurrence and am not sure if I ever will. I can't say that I'm exactly looking for one. Up until that moment, I had never really considered the paranormal or its validity, but now I know that anything is possible...especially on Halloween. Mwuahahahahaha!


Bon week-end à tous!

What about you? 
Have you had any freaky experiences? 
Or am I the cheese who stands alone on this one?

25 comments:

  1. Too many clues on the film, easy... I wouldn't have thought of taking that shot though!

    I wish I'd thought of wax, I think I used to stick wads of tissue paper back there. Seriously, sort it out, orthodontists. And I had to wear headgear at night. What a catch!

    That is spooky, but I officially Don't Believe in such things, so I have no stories to tell. One of my friends reckons my place must be haunted though, because at least once a month I have vivid dreams to the effect that someone's in my apartment, to the point that I'll get dressed in my sleep or get up and check the door's locked. Funnily enough, I'm not usually scared, just think "oh I'm not decent, better sort that out". Maybe just my brain not being used to living alone still.

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    1. Yeah, when I saw them standing the dressing room, I was immediately freaked out because I thought of the creepy Shining twins...and then I ran to get my camera! I really do love the way the picture came out. At first, they were smiling and I asked them to be more stoic, a little creepy, a little blank. And they really followed direction.

      Did your ortho not offer you wax? He used to give me bag fulls in plain, mint or cinnamon. It really did save the back walls of my mouth that seemed to be raw throughout most of high school!

      You're place may just be haunted or maybe it's "too many glass of champs" syndrome! : )

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  2. No freaky experiences, unless I create them. But Long Island was sacred grounds for Native Americans, so maybe you were being visited by them--Amityville and all.

    I did write on my blog about how I would make my home in Maryland the scariest on the block, so scary that some children wouldn't approach. Love that. One year the front door opened without anyone standing there, with scary Eyes Wide Shut music. Another year the kids had to choose a treat from three black boxes, sight unseen. Another year, the porch was wrapped in black plastic with blue night lights. Ah, good times.

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    1. JTB. You are just awful! Awful I tell you!


      ...and totally amazing! I am completely picturing you doing this. And to the "Eyes Wide Shut" soundtrack. Well effing played.

      I love freaking out little kids. Why do they make it so easy?

      Looking forward to reading/hearing about this year's scheme. Do me proud!

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  3. What caught my attention is not that you were going to bed at 7:00 pm but that you were drinking chamomile tea at 15 years old! Oh, but hang on a minute... As soon as I finished writing the previous sentence, I remembered that chamomile tea has healing properties so it was actually a good choice for your scarred gums! Sorry for being so random but that's the way my brain works. ;)

    I can't watch scary or violent movies. When we made the mistake of going to the premiere of "Lawless" at the American Film Festival, I kept my hands over my eyes during most of the movie. It was awful! Plus, I had trouble sleeping for a couple of nights afterwards.

    As for paranormal experiences, I'll wait to tell you about them until we're gathered around a campfire in the deep dark woods...

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    1. I was a chamo-tea drinker as a kid. My step-mom was a little new agey and always gave me that or peppermint when I would visit her and my dad on the Upper West Side. Oddly enough, in my adult like I never drink it. Coffee only. Maybe I should go back...give my dentist a break from scraping off all of those coffee (and ahem red wine) stains.

      Oooooh, so you have had paranormal experiences. I would one day love to hear one or two. Thank you for not making me feel like I'm crazy with this blog post. I didn't want to freak people out but this really did happen and I figured what better time to tell it than now? I'm very curious about your now...


      ..and NO campfire!

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  4. Spooky experience! You're not alone on this one! My family and I have actually had a lot of "paranormal" experiences. Everything from footsteps, scratches, growls, smoke detectors going off for no reason, etc...my great grandmother was into the occult and did a lot of crazy things. She always told us to stay away from it so we have. Scary movies as much as I love them now make me paranoid, so I stay away from them.

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    1. Oh good! At least I'm not alone! Thanks!

      Okay...footsteps and scratched. Major creep points. How is it that something so simple can be so chilling? Like whistling and humming..that creeps me out too.

      Is it just me?

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  5. I simply love the image of you with braces and orthodotic wax... adorable.

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  6. I was working on a project in Santa Barbara and staying at this pretty charming old hotel near the beach. I was in my favorite room, in the bathroom getting ready for work, when the TV suddenly went up super loud! I ran out of the bathroom to turn it down (I knew that my TV butted up to the headboard of the bed in the next room) and right when I exited the bathroom the giant glass light fixture fell and smashed on the tile floor. It just missed me! I had been watching the Today show, so I was amusing myself and saying wow, Matt Lauer saved me! When I went to the front desk so they could tell the maid to be careful of the glass, they said OMG, you're kidding??? That room is supposed to have a ghost!
    Apparently it was a benevolent one...

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    1. Benevolent? Even though it tried to smash you with a mirror?! Oh la la! That is a really scary experience! I hope you haven't had another one since.

      Speaking of haunted hotels, have you even seen Room 1408? It's a little over the top but really eery and extremely entertaining. Saying that, I'm not sure if you'd want to be reminded of your own hotel experience.

      Thanks for sharing, Deanne!

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  7. Terrible dresses if they even make MODELS look lumpy!

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    1. You're right, they were oddly unflattering considering how forgiving they looked on the hanger (I hate that). But the style...I just loved. Really. I totally want the one on the right!

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  8. Could these dresses BE uglier and more unflattering?! Compared to those, hospital gowns are the epitome of chic!

    Clairvoyance runs in the family, so paranormal phenomena are common place in my life... When we meet, remind me to tell you about the not-so-benevolent ghost I brought back from a pub in London... creepy.

    A few years ago, I read Jame Van Praagh's "Ghosts Among Us" and kept saying "Yup, uh-uh. So true. Been there":)

    @Deanne: looks like someone was looking out for you!

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    1. Are they really THAT bad, you guys? I like them! LOL! Duchesse, you're so mean! This was what I was going to wear on our date to McDonalds in the 15th. Now you've really ruined everything! : P

      Yes, please share some of your experiences with me. I love this stuff. I know a lot of people aren't believers and I totally respect that, but I'm on board with all of it. So I'd really like to hear your thoughts on this.

      I'll check out that book!

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  9. Of course you grew up with all boys. You're girly but kinda not...

    Love yr blog!

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    1. Thanks Ryan! You nailed it perfectly! Well done, you.

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  10. The scary girls from The Shining kept me up all night when I first saw this movie. Thanks for the "fashion version" of it.
    Great photo. You have a good eye.

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    1. Riiiiiiight? How creepy are they!? Them and the creepy "furry" blow job scene towards the end scares me more than Jack going absolutely cray.

      I adore this film so much.

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  11. I would have completely freaked out too! I have never had a scary story to tell and I hope to never do.

    BTW...When a Stranger Calls stopped all babysitting for me. No way! Uh huh! Freaked me out!

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    1. For your sake, I hope you never experience something like this either! It was beyond freaky. If this happened today in my 30s, I'd blame it on how much wine I drank, but this night in particular, I was drinking tea. Hmmm, maybe there was something in it? You never know, eh?

      When A Stranger Calls is beyond! What a great thriller! Carol Kane was just perfect!

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  12. Hmm, not had spooky experiences at home, but those dresses are freaky and may haunt me tonight!

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    1. Oh come on! LOL! They aren't that bad! You guys are all mean!! :P

      Am I cheesy for wanting one? Hahaha

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  13. I once lived in an apartment and for some reason, I could NEVER sleep there. For a while I thought it was because it was my first apartment that I had by myself, but after moving out I had no trouble sleeping in other places. Anyway, I would lie awake in bed night after night, repeatedly going in the living room to convince myself nobody was there. I found out later on from a friend had lived in that very same apartment that everyone in the building told her and her boyfriend that it was haunted. They even kept an upside down broom in the corner?? (apparently that keeps the "spirits" away). Cahhh-reepy.

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