Amy H. Sturgis (eldritchhobbit) wrote,
Amy H. Sturgis

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Happy October!

Today begins October, my favorite month, and the countdown to Halloween, my favorite holiday. This year I will once again use my LJ for a daily celebration of all things spooky and frightful. I hope you will enjoy.

First, to set the mood with a little interactive fun:

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In 2005, The Edmonton Journal ranked different things, from film to poetry, in order to find the scariest. For my first posts of October, I will be sharing some of the texts The Edmonton Journal found to be most terrifying.

In the category of "Top Five Scariest Books," the following was ranked the fifth most frightening:

Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all.

The house was a rental. Brooding. Tight. A brick colonial ripped by ivy in the Georgetown section of Washington, D.C. Across the street, was a fringe of campus belonging to Georgetown University; to the rear, a sheer embankment plummeting steep to busy M Street and, beyond, the muddy Potomac. Early on the morning of April 1, the house was quiet. Chris MacNeil was propped in bed, going over her lines for the next day's filming; Regan, her daughter, was sleeping down the hall; and asleep downstairs in a room off the pantry were the middle-aged housekeepers, Willie and Karl. At approximately 12:25 A.M., Chris glanced from her script with a frown of puzzlement. She heard rapping sounds. They were odd. Muffled. Profound. Rhythmically clustered. Alien code tapped out by a dead man.

- from The Exorcist, William Peter Blatty (1971)
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