After watching two horror movies back to back the strangest thought came into my mind. I do not have phobias that are horror movie style. I am not afraid of dark alleys or silent nights.
I was just sitting and wondering what season would be the scariest? The question came into my mind because most of the horror films that are made are generally setup in cold or rainy weather... the chill somehow is supposed to add to the chill of fear.
So I thought what weather, if I am ever in a scary situation would have the most intended effect. I was surprised that the answer automatically came to be summer. Personally I love the time from spring to summer till the first showers. We in India are lucky to experience fully 5 different seasons.
It started bothering me because I would just hate to have my favorite time of the year ruined by some silly scaring tricks. So I took a while to analyse why it was so.
I realized that the reason i would be afraid is because not only will i be unprepared but also exposed (I am talking about clothes and somehow the space seems to have expanded).
Now imagine a situation where you are in a town abandoned a few decades ago because of a fire a hundred miles from your town and you being the brave you, are not afraid of shit and came to this town just for the heck of it. It being summer you are wearing as little clothes as you think is decent to go to an abondoned town or even for the way to it. Nobody knows you have come here. Nobody will miss you if you are not at your own home for a week because you are like that. You are on good terms with the people of your town but what you do is not their business, they know it and they keep out of it. So you are just checking out this house that was the only almost intact structure since you are out of water and there is some breeze that is blowing the dust and makeing your throat itchy. You have an uncomfortable feeling. You look around just as reaction to the feeling. You open the creaky wrought iron gate and move towards the house. You reach the porch and its dark inside and you try to open the partially glazed door. The uncomfortable feeling that you had did not leave you and by now you have realised that it is as if you are being watched. when you were tring to open the door just in you area of vision of the glass of the door reflected a shape. You did see the exact shape just the times when you feel you see things that are not actually there. You turned back and saw the porch of the house in front - nothing. You try the door again. This time you suddenly feel the whoosh of movement that blew just behind you. You stop trying the door and listen. After a few seconds you hear it. The breathing. as it it were coming nearer and then you feel it on your neck. You cannot see anyone in the glazing but you know there is someone. You are standing there like a statue, no movement except for the little breaths you are taking to stop from making any large disruption. Just another reaction our body automatically turns to when sense danger. In the few seconds you were immovable you sensed that whatever it is that is sniffing you is bigger than you because you can feel it comeletly covering your back and then some more. You slowily try to take your hands away from the doorknob. Before you could do that it grabs your hand in a tight grip aroung the knob and slowiy turns it.
Voila! It turns. this is the moment when you are so shit scared that you decide to elbow the things and run for your life. In your hurry and unmindfulness you move towards the opposite of the direction your car is parked and at this point of time you would rather run on foot than cross the house again. You hear this noise of boots running beind you just couple steps and you just cannot see the person. The only shadow in front of you is yours. You know for sure some one is running and stoping is not an option. Somehow stoping means the end. You realise chase is what it is enjoying.
You just keep running.
The heat even though I love it becomes unbearable and the amount of lenin covering the body decreases. The dry throat, dust, heat - which would lead to dizziness, headache and difficulty in breathing is somehow promises more torture than the sweaters of cold and umbrellas of rains.
So there... scary summers!
I was just sitting and wondering what season would be the scariest? The question came into my mind because most of the horror films that are made are generally setup in cold or rainy weather... the chill somehow is supposed to add to the chill of fear.
So I thought what weather, if I am ever in a scary situation would have the most intended effect. I was surprised that the answer automatically came to be summer. Personally I love the time from spring to summer till the first showers. We in India are lucky to experience fully 5 different seasons.
It started bothering me because I would just hate to have my favorite time of the year ruined by some silly scaring tricks. So I took a while to analyse why it was so.
I realized that the reason i would be afraid is because not only will i be unprepared but also exposed (I am talking about clothes and somehow the space seems to have expanded).
Now imagine a situation where you are in a town abandoned a few decades ago because of a fire a hundred miles from your town and you being the brave you, are not afraid of shit and came to this town just for the heck of it. It being summer you are wearing as little clothes as you think is decent to go to an abondoned town or even for the way to it. Nobody knows you have come here. Nobody will miss you if you are not at your own home for a week because you are like that. You are on good terms with the people of your town but what you do is not their business, they know it and they keep out of it. So you are just checking out this house that was the only almost intact structure since you are out of water and there is some breeze that is blowing the dust and makeing your throat itchy. You have an uncomfortable feeling. You look around just as reaction to the feeling. You open the creaky wrought iron gate and move towards the house. You reach the porch and its dark inside and you try to open the partially glazed door. The uncomfortable feeling that you had did not leave you and by now you have realised that it is as if you are being watched. when you were tring to open the door just in you area of vision of the glass of the door reflected a shape. You did see the exact shape just the times when you feel you see things that are not actually there. You turned back and saw the porch of the house in front - nothing. You try the door again. This time you suddenly feel the whoosh of movement that blew just behind you. You stop trying the door and listen. After a few seconds you hear it. The breathing. as it it were coming nearer and then you feel it on your neck. You cannot see anyone in the glazing but you know there is someone. You are standing there like a statue, no movement except for the little breaths you are taking to stop from making any large disruption. Just another reaction our body automatically turns to when sense danger. In the few seconds you were immovable you sensed that whatever it is that is sniffing you is bigger than you because you can feel it comeletly covering your back and then some more. You slowily try to take your hands away from the doorknob. Before you could do that it grabs your hand in a tight grip aroung the knob and slowiy turns it.
Voila! It turns. this is the moment when you are so shit scared that you decide to elbow the things and run for your life. In your hurry and unmindfulness you move towards the opposite of the direction your car is parked and at this point of time you would rather run on foot than cross the house again. You hear this noise of boots running beind you just couple steps and you just cannot see the person. The only shadow in front of you is yours. You know for sure some one is running and stoping is not an option. Somehow stoping means the end. You realise chase is what it is enjoying.
You just keep running.
The heat even though I love it becomes unbearable and the amount of lenin covering the body decreases. The dry throat, dust, heat - which would lead to dizziness, headache and difficulty in breathing is somehow promises more torture than the sweaters of cold and umbrellas of rains.
So there... scary summers!
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