What is so Creepy About Jeepers Creepers

I’ve watched a lot of scary movies throughout my life—movies with moments that make you jump, scream your lungs out, or even leave the room. Perhaps that's the appeal of scary movies: they push us to the edge of our imagination, scaring us in ways we can’t anticipate. But I think scary is only part of the equation. The creepy effect, on the other hand, has a more profound impact on people. It’s that unsettling sensation that lingers long after the movie is over. It’s the feeling that gives you goosebumps, making you suddenly aware of every tiny hair on your skin. Hair-raising? That’s just a normal reaction.

"creepy defined: causing an unpleasant feeling of fear or unease"

Years passed since we last watched a movie called Jeepers Creepers. It was definitely scary, but also deeply creepy. We remember watching it on a regular channel after 8 o'clock. An hour into the movie, the channel suddenly cut out. Was it done on purpose? Was it meant to push us to go rent the movie so we could see the creepy moments? Perhaps yes, perhaps no. Regardless, we ended up renting Jeepers Creepers that night. Not sure if it was curiosity that drove us to the rental store or if we just wanted to feel that creepy sensation crawling up our spines.

So, we watched the whole movie that night. The glitch didn’t stop us. The ending was okay—just scary. But the most unsettling part of the movie was when we saw this tall figure, supposed to be a man, with long arms. He wore a hat and a black trench coat, and he was dumping something in the garbage. That one scene really creeped us out, especially when the characters in the movie watched the creature with dismay.

Happy Halloween! May you have a hair-raising experience today.

I Hate Spiders But I Will Not Kill

Some nature creatures just don't go with me. I rather stay away from them, and they can mind their own business too. Them being spiders and snakes, but more spiders once they are over certain size. Let's say one centimeter is starting to look scary too me.

A recent encounter with a giant spider (giant to me of course) reminded me this little incident my mother put me through.

I stood their on the stool. I cried, and once in the while would looked up in the corner. There he was entangled in his own web, not even looking at me. Probably minding his own business, not worrying, not carrying, and not knowing what I was about to do to him. In both hands I had rolled newspaper. It was my weapon, the weapon I didn't want to own, hold or use it. I was crying hard. Tears rolling my cheeks. I cried to my mother, 'No I will not kill him, I can't, I am scared'. My mission only lasted for about ten or fifteen minutes of crying, and it was not accomplished. My sister said, 'No she will never do it, let her go'. She was right. I will not kill a spider, why should I. I am scared of them, but killing them will not get rid of the fear of spiders.

Until today I am not very fond of spiders. I will not kill them, but I don't want to be friends. Relocation program works with me. I still don't know why my mother put me through definitely unforgettable moment of my life, and definitely not good moment when you are five or six year old.