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I'm not easily scared these days. As a grown woman, the only thing that brings the feeling of dread into my heart is the constant pinging of new work emails requiring my attention when I'm at home, but there was a time when I was a shy, delicate, sweet little girl who was scared of my own shadow.
Proof: not exactly the terror you see haunting the hallowed halls of ŷ handing out 1 stars like they're candy these days.

It wasn't until I was around 20 that I outgrew my fear of scary creatures and things, and stopped tucking in my toes between the blankets, lest they get eaten by monsters, but before that happened...there was It. I can say with complete confidence that this goddamn book (and the movie) scarred me for life.

A sentiment that I'm sure many of you who have read the book and seen the movie echoes.
I remember the exact moment I saw this movie. It's not something one forgets.

I was 16 years old. I was in Academic Decathlon competition in high school, and after studying for the competition, our little group decided on a movie night. The selection: Stephen King's It.
From the moment that goddamn clown popped up on the screen from beneath the sewer, I knew this was a terrible, no-good, bad idea. I spent the rest of the movie hovering on the edge of my seat, crouched between my best friends, hands either over my eyes or clamped over my mouth to suppress my screams.

I went home. I didn't sleep that night. Neither did I get much sleep for the next two weeks. A few months later, it was winter. Spirit of the season. Clowns can't haunt me when it's Christmas, right? I was brave enough to actually read the book this time.
Bad idea.
So in closing, damn you, Stephen King. Out of all your books, this one has scarred me most.
These days, I maintain a terror of two things: mummies (long story), and clowns. I can no longer visit theme parks at Halloween.
Thank you, Mr. King. You shouldn't have. No, you really shouldn't have.
Proof: not exactly the terror you see haunting the hallowed halls of ŷ handing out 1 stars like they're candy these days.

It wasn't until I was around 20 that I outgrew my fear of scary creatures and things, and stopped tucking in my toes between the blankets, lest they get eaten by monsters, but before that happened...there was It. I can say with complete confidence that this goddamn book (and the movie) scarred me for life.

A sentiment that I'm sure many of you who have read the book and seen the movie echoes.
I remember the exact moment I saw this movie. It's not something one forgets.

I was 16 years old. I was in Academic Decathlon competition in high school, and after studying for the competition, our little group decided on a movie night. The selection: Stephen King's It.
From the moment that goddamn clown popped up on the screen from beneath the sewer, I knew this was a terrible, no-good, bad idea. I spent the rest of the movie hovering on the edge of my seat, crouched between my best friends, hands either over my eyes or clamped over my mouth to suppress my screams.

I went home. I didn't sleep that night. Neither did I get much sleep for the next two weeks. A few months later, it was winter. Spirit of the season. Clowns can't haunt me when it's Christmas, right? I was brave enough to actually read the book this time.
Bad idea.
So in closing, damn you, Stephen King. Out of all your books, this one has scarred me most.
These days, I maintain a terror of two things: mummies (long story), and clowns. I can no longer visit theme parks at Halloween.
Thank you, Mr. King. You shouldn't have. No, you really shouldn't have.
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One of those books happened to be a book about mummies.
I didn't understand English well. We had only been in the US for a few months, but I knew enough to recognize "dead body" "preserved" "salt" "thousands of years" and "A PICK INSERTED INTO YOUR FUCKING NOSE."
Ok, so not the latter, but something like that.
There were pictures.
For weeks, I could not sleep. I could not shower without turning around. I could barely bathe, and I was probably very, very dirty, and I'm glad that children do not sweat much.
Sometime in 6th grade, we studied mummies. There was a page with an unwrapped mummy. I taped that shit up so I wouldn't have to look at it. And then somehow I drew the conclusion that mummies = chicken nuggets (don't ask), and couldn't eat chicken nuggets again for years.
I love Egyptian history. I just can't stand mummies. My fear remains til this day. I will kick the crap out of you if you attempt to bring me into a mummy exhibit in a museum.

I was freaking 8 years old. Scarred for life.
Thanks, father figures.

I never read or watched IT. But this kid freaks me the F out...


Are you kidding me?!

Are you kidding me?!"
Lol nope, not kidding at all!! My father did it as a side job. His clown name was Bumbles. I thought it was great. Now everyone's response is like, oh shit, that's scary!!


We all float down here.

I grew up in San Jose, home of the Rosicrucin Egyptian Museum :
They have the largest exhibition of Ancient Egyptian antiquities in the Western US, with mummies and even a replica of a tomb!
Even though I had a recurring nightmare of being walled into an ancient tomb, I LOVED that place as a kid, and begged to go there every birthday. You must check it out if you're ever up north - just avert your eyes when you pass by the mummies! (They even have a mummified cat, Ibis, and ox-head!)

And just to add, with all respect Khanh, damn you for those gif's. Damn you. *runs off to lock all doors and windows.


It was beautiful. Then I wandered into a mummy.
I managed not to scream, calmly got the fuck out of there, and never looked back. Beautiful place though.


Excellent review as always, this book and movie terrify so many people! I hate how scared it made me too, although I think The Shining scared me more.

I've wanted to read it again for ages... but I don't dare. Because I remember that what scared me at the time weren't things that "only scare kids": they'd still scare me now.
Also, clowns are evil.
(Yesterday, a coworker asked me "is it OK if I keep my plush monkey on the partition between our desks?" I answered: "As long as you don't bring a clown, I don't care." Guess what I had in mind when I mentioned clowns. -_-)


I really need to read Stephen King. I don't know why I haven't. I love scary stuff. He's just written SO much, I have no idea where to start! And what if I love him, then I'm going to be reading everything he's written till I'm 40. Then I'll emerge from my King trace and have no idea what's going on in real life or how to use a hovercraft or anything!
I'm assuming we'll have hovercrafts by the time I'm 40.

I really need to read Stephen Kin..."
Start with The Shining. But be prepared.

I really need to read Stephen Kin..."
Mummies = preserved flesh. Chicken nuggets = frozen chicken flesh. Frozen flesh = preserved flesh.
Mummies = chicken nuggets.
Makes perfect sense to me.




Twisty is the first clown I have every found completely terrifying. Whenever I go to unplug my outside Halloween lights on Wednesday nights, I'm convinced he's out there about to grab me. Oh the creepy!


It's the FIRST ONE MENTIONED.
Also, Fuck that book.
I stupidly read it in 5th grade and was traumatized by the level of detail provided when (view spoiler) . Oddly, It never gave me nightmares, but Children of the Corn sure as hell did.(movie - not book, just for clarification)

The thing I don't get about the book (that never could've happened in the movie) was (view spoiler) Yeah. So. That happened. Thanks, editor! Was King sharing the good smack at that point, or what?



