Sunday, October 30, 2011

Halloween Spooktacular---and the #1 THING THAT SCARES ME

Thanks for joining me and all the other bloggers during this blog hop as a part of the Spooktacular. If you'd like to get a free copy of my short story collection, just leave a comment, or follow the instructions at right to click on the wonderful blog, "I'm a reader, not a writer."

To celebrate this week, I've counted down the top ten things that scare the crap out of me.

Feel free to scroll through past entries, but to recap, they were:

#10. Bob Saget
#9. Parking Garages
#8 Ventriloquist Dummies
#7. Going to the bathroom in strange places
#6. My sister's cat
#5. Tales told around the campfire
#4. Paranormal stuff
#3. Heights
#2. Eyeballs...


And the #1 thing that scares the crap out of me?

THE MOTHMAN!!!!!!!!!

Okay, this is to show people why the Mothman Prophecies movie scared the crapola out of me. I am convinced I saw the mothman. Now before everyone dismisses me as a conspiracy theorist, let me just say that I am typically the logical sort. I realize that this may have been some kind of rapid flying squirrel from hell, or an earlier reincarnation of my sister's evil cat...all I'm saying is whatever it was, I'm calling it Mothman.


The  Mothman was a creature or something that was most famously seen around Point Pleasant, West Virginia.

Here's a two-minute primer from Animal Planet. And for the record, there is also a school of thought that the Mothman doesn't CAUSE these disasters, but rather is a warning, or harbinger.



Here's my story...

 I was in 10th grade, it was the middle of the night and I felt kind of barfy. So I went to the bathroom. (it's a second story bathroom that overlooks the pasture behind our house). I looked out the window and saw this bat-like thing with red eyes--just all the descriptions you hear about the mothman.

Note: this was not a bat (wasn't flapping wings), was not an owl (give me a break), it wasn't a crane or bird.  The thing that really struck me--and that you see in all the Mothman stories--was that it was moving toward me, flying, but was not flapping its wings. There was something really creepy about it, and I just had this feeling of dread.

So being the logical sort, I thought it was just the result of a fever or feeling as I mentioned, "barfy." As a writer, I realize that I do tend to let my imagination run away with me.

This is supposedly a drawing --possibly from a
police report about the Mothman. I swear to
you guys--this looks EXACTLY like what
I saw.  When I saw this picture, I couldn't
feel my legs or fingers.....
So I wiped my face with a cold washcloth, slapped my cheek a bit and rubbed my eyes, thinking, "man, that was a strange hallucination." Then I looked back out the window ...
.......AND IT WAS STILL THERE!!!!

That's what freaked me out. That and it seemed to fly closer to me without moving it's wings. Not an owl, though maybe it could have been a big bat (but it didn't move its wings) So I screamed and mom came in and of course it was gone.

On the plus side, I had forgotten about barfing.

Now before everyone dismisses me as some kind of nut---let me relate this story:
Some of my Facebook friends had asked what was the deal with me and the Mothman (I think there was some silly quiz about what frightened you or what not) and so I just wrote the whole epistle about my encounter with the mothman....
...then one of my FB friends told me she was babysitting not far from where I live and saw the same thing.

Her account, as posted on my FB wall:

"Now this is weird, Dawn, because I had a similar thing happen not too far from your house when I was in high school. I was babysitting and the home was in a cul-de-sac. I saw the same thing. I was babysitting these two little girls and I had put them in bed. The littlest girl yelled from the bedroom and told me she had seen a monster climb up her wall and was scared. I thought she was just lonely. So I went to her room, retucked her in and went to the dining room and looked out the window into the cul-de-sac and I saw what looked like a dark skinned very old man with red eyes. It looked at me and then moved toward me JUST LIKE YOU DESCRIBED. I got the girls in one room and we huddled up until the parents came home. I was so freaked out and scared the kids so badly that the parents never let me babysit again after that. The part that always scared me so bad about the "apparition" was that it was looking at me through the window before I saw it, like it was expecting me. That is what I never shook."

I forgot about it until 20+ years later when I saw the Mothman Prophecies movie. It really freaked me out ---bad---but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Then, out of curiosity, I went online and looked up some of the sketch stuff that people had submitted that were in police reports and thought, "that looks familiar" then I realized I had seen it before....

So, whatever it was---whether it was a bat or bad mayo or some crazed flying squirrel having a crack fit--- it scared the poop out of me. So I'm just calling it the mothman, because I'm afraid if I discount it I will accidentally summon the mothman.

And here's the trailer from the Mothman Prophecies movie... I had to drive home from a blind date in Raleigh after I saw this movie. I was sufficiently creeped out.



And that's all I have to say about that.

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#2 on my countdown list....

Things that scare the crap out of me?

#2 EYEBALLS!!!!

I cannot stand anything near, around or even looking like it's coming into my eye. When I saw the movie "Minority Report," and the "I have to have an eye transplant to evade the retinal scanner detection" scene--it didn't matter that things were SUGGESTED instead of SHOWN. I felt myself swoon.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Demonic Cat Update---and Alfred Hitchcock Trailer

DEMONIC CAT UPDATE:  As if realizing I had profaned him in the blogosphere, my sister’s cat (#6 on the list of things that scare the crap out of me) just recently threw up on the top of her new car. Some of it leaked into the car itself. My, that’s a great way to start your morning. And yes, the car was in the garage. There are those of you who will say “Oh, the poor cat. He was sick. He couldn’t help it.” 
Riiiiiiight.
Trust me. It was planned. 
The only thing that cat is sick over is that he didn’t get to barf all over ME.

Now, to continue with the Spooktacular giveaway (details in sidebar at right)….
So many of you have come SO CLOSE to guessing the #1 on my list to win FREE copies of all three of my books, that I’m giving one more hint – a BIG one. In fact, this is probably going to give it away, but heck, this is all supposed to be in fun…

This “creature” was featured in a movie that starred Richard Gere.

But now, on with my countdown with #4 and #3 of the top 10 things that scare the you-know-what out of me…

#4. Paranormal stuff

Okay, first let me make this statement and get it out of the way: I respect what other people believe. It’s the first amendment and God Bless America. I do not apologize for what I believe, nor do I force or push my belief system on others, though I am not ashamed of what I believe.
That being said, I am a sincere (albeit heavily flawed) Christian, and I personally believe there is a reason that in the Bible, God says about the paranormal: Do. Not. Mess. With. That. Stuff.
Well, He doesn’t say it like that, of course.
I know that believing in ghosts is not theologically sound, but let’s just say that I’ve experienced some things that defy all scientific explanation. It totally freaks me out, and that’s one reason why you won’t see me going into amateur ghostbusting or ghost tours. I don’t know what that stuff is. I just know that ---whatever it is---it is real. Let's face it--when it comes down to it, we know relatively  little about the universe.
And whatever this stuff is, it scares the crap out of me.
So—I’m not messing with it.
Why? The story (one of many):

I was at a writer’s retreat, staying in a room that was reputed to be haunted. Writers in that room have experienced something sitting on the bed with them, items neatly arranged in order / lost/ reclaimed without any explanation, and doors loudly slamming when it is obvious that there is no one else on that side of the house.
For some reason, the ghost (or whatever it is) only bothers women, and if you are easily wigged out by it, it messes with you. If you aren’t, it leaves you alone. (And yes, I found that out through trial and error). Long story short, I was staying in a room beside the “ghost room” (because I was totally creeped out). I was taking a break in the communal kitchen and my writing group partner, B (who was also in residence) came by. She was surprised when she saw me.
“I thought you were in your room.”
“No, “ I said.
“How long have you been here?”
“About twenty minutes. Why?”
“I just walked by your room to ask you if you wanted some tea, but I heard you typing on your laptop really loudly, and I thought ‘Dawn must be in the zone’ so I didn’t bother you.”
Yep, you figured it out.
THERE WAS NO ONE IN MY ROOM WHEN SHE HEARD THIS.
And no one on the other end of the house.
What did I do?
I played the Jesus card.  I don’t know what it is/was, and I do NOT want to mess with it. In fact, I don’t WANT to know what it is. Like I said, prayer is a part of my personal belief system. I don’t apologize for it.
So if other folks want to find out about the “Ghost” in that room, go for it. But not me.
I’ve also had other mild paranormal experiences like this (one while working as a tour guide at Biltmore House in Asheville—but that’s a story for another Halloween.)

#3. Heights
I’ve always, always, been afraid of heights. Ever since I was a little girl. I don’t know why. I’ve never fallen or been trapped on a roof. Airplanes only bother me on take off and landing (because looking down from so high is kind of surreal that it all looks like a movie set).  But otherwise, I get shaky when I stand up on a stepladder more than two steps high. I’ve only fairly recently got to the place where I could change lightbulbs without shaking.
Well, this clip describes it all. Alfred Hitchcock was absolutely brilliant. I also love me some Jimmy Stewart.
Man! I miss men wearing SUITS!


Tomorrow--#2 and #1
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Also--some of you may be surprised to note: SNAKES and SPIDERS are NOT on my top list. Not at all. 
Snake in the garage? No problem. (granted, I'm not thrilled over it, but no problem.). HUGE spider web at the back door? No problem. In fact, maybe it will eat some of the gazillion mosquitoes that frequent Eastern North Carolina. 
But ask me to stand on a stepladder and change a lightbulb? Freak out city.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Spooktacular continues--and #5 on my scary stuff countdown

Sidebar...I need to give a THANK YOU to Inspired Kathy
Who is Inspired Kathy? Is she a literary haiku goddess who beckons Fitzgeralds and Heminways to Valhalla? (or however it is spelled?) Quite possibly. But I know her as the person who set up this way cool blog hop.
This is a part of a blog hop giveaway promo. Details for how you can get a free book (and have a chance to win THREE free books) are in the sidebar at the right.
At the end of my “#5” on my creep out list, I’ve listed the entire blog hop participant list as links below so you can easily HOP from here to your next blog stop. Many, many thanks to Inspired Kathy because her extra effort has made things a lot easier on us.

ALSO: if you prefer NOT to leave your email in a comment, you may e-mail me privately at dawndeannawilson@gmail.com and enjoy the blog hop!
And dude---I’m noticing I’m getting a lot of hits from Russia. If you’re Russian and you want me to send you a copy of all three books, heck, I’ll do it, just for the sake of international relations. Seriously, I’m fascinated by the way the internet has made it easier to connect. Makes me wish I could travel more (but since I am a writer, there’s not a whole lot of $$ there!)

Continuing with the top ten things that scare the @#$@# out of me....

5. Tales told around the campfire

It’s not that these tales are really scary, per se, it’s just that someone always jumps out and yells “Boo!” or that “THE CALL WAS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE” and then, after I jump around like a loon and have a minor spas fit, I have to TRY to go to sleep.
As an insomniac (and a writer with a highly active imagination) it doesn’t take much for my mind to go all kinds of different crazy directions. Yep. No sleep going on that night....

Note that stories told around the campfire don’t have to mean stories told around the campfire. It can be any time of “creep out” story. I’m a writer, and it doesn’t take much for my imagination to run away with me.
I remember once my cousin was spending the night with me as a part of some family reunion, and our house was completely packed and she and I had to share a bed downstairs. Now, our basement has a nice little living area, but as you can imagine, it is still a basement. It’s filled with old antique dolls (see my doll comments below at #7...or was it #8?) numerous old / dusty things, and probably the body of Jimmy Hoffa for all I know. Anyway, my cousin started talking to me about this thing she saw on unsolved mysteries or some such, about a woman who could read auras, but didn’t get onto an elevator because she noticed no one on the elevator had an aura. Then THE CABLE SNAPPED AND THE ELEVATOR CRASHED AND EVERYBODY DIED!!!!
Urban legend or not, that’s all I need for a restless night. And if you don’t think waking up in the basement and seeing the moonlight bouncing off of one of your dad’s taxidermy deer head trophies would wig you out after hearing even the lamest story…well, you’d think wrong.
Tomorrow, I will give # 4 and #3, then counting down to 2 and #1 on Hallowee.
I've had some very, very, very, close guesses...so I'm adding another hint for those who want to try to win free copies of all my books (see previous hints insidebar).
The movie that featured this creature who is number one on my list (number one because I think I saw it) starred Richard Gere.
That should be a giveaway clue. 

And now…blog lists from the linky link…they are giving away some free stuff. If the links don't work, you can get back to the home base by clicking a link on the blog at right.
Free stuff. Nothing scary about that.
Speaking of free stuff, I have a demonic cat from post #6 I could try to send to you. (That cat should never get into the hands of America’s enemies.)


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