Today, October 13, 2013 marks the second year anniversary of Ingeinwetrust! That’s two years of my thoughts, and rants that you have all listened to. I can’t begin to thank everyone enough for all the continuous support, as long as I’m breathing [hell, even after I’m breathing and when I come back as a zombie] i will continue to churn them out.
Trunk Zombie teaser (2)!! Here’s a sneak peek, my friend Danny is involved in this so reblog, retweet, tell your friends, tell your mom, warn your church, call the police, hide under your bed but don’t miss out on this!!
I love horror, gore, blood, and all that torture shit. I love reading about serial killers, and watching documentaries about them. As a kid I spent majority of my time watching horror films. I respect the hell out of the horror genre, especially a good b-movie.
But somewhere along the lines I stopped getting scared. Have I become so accustomed to watching heads cut off that it no longer terrifies me? Sure, I’ll flinch for a moment, but then the moment is gone. What happened to the scares, movies have evolved into some serious sick shit recently. I’m talking about some serious mindfuck shit that blows those 80’s and 90’s slashers out of the water. But I’m still not scared.
Where did my scares go? Maybe they’re under my bed? Maybe I just enjoy the genre too much that I start over looking things just and forget to really enjoy a flick. Maybe I’m not allowing myself to get scared because, hell, it’s just a movie.
Here’s one scenario I’ve come up with to why I don’t think I get scared, and maybe you’ll agree. I think once you get frightened by it, it loses it’s spice. As a child an image would have stayed in my head for days before I forgot about it. Now, it’s there briefly until I catch it the next time.
For example: a couple of years ago I had a terrible head cold and I decided to watch a movie and relax. I was alone at home, my room had a wall blocking out the windows, so it was dark as hell. I popped in Carved: A Slit Mouth Woman, which if you haven’t seen I suggest you do (http://ingeinwetrust.tumblr.com/post/37344595280/carved-the-slit-mouthed-woman-2007-10-21-12). Well, someone would cough awkwardly before she appeared and throughout the whole movie I swear I was afraid to cough. At the end of it I coughed and heard some weird stuff outside (it was the afternoon so it was just some outside noise) but I was probably scared shitless for a while. I tried to sleep and tried avoiding any cough possible.
Then I saw it about a year after that, this time I wasn’t sick and I was hoping to get the same feeling I had before it. I was pretty let down when I wasn’t anywhere as terrified when I watched it originally. Some parts became laughable and I lost my scared moment.
I hope I’m not the only one that this has happened to. So I do my best to keep an open mind, hoping that I can get that heart skipping fear feeling again.