Losing the limits?

 

I asked myself few times about this.

The reason to that led to this question is because of some things I have been doing lately, like for example:

1) Just think about Halloween

2) Collect graveyard dirt

3) Spend a lot of time researching about Salem Witch Trials

4) Downloading documentaries about witches and etc.

5) Too much Tim Burton movies

 

I see myself as a full darkness daughter, creature, whatever, Halloween, as you know, is my favorite date ever, the only one I celebrate, the only that has a meaning for me.

I think all the time about buying pumpkins and carve them, without care if its Halloween or not, only to decorate my home, I also think about just using candles in my house, forget the electricity and just use the candles, I don’t feel interest on TV anymore, unless if I am watching some movie or documentary about the themes that I like, I would like to fully isolate myself, The only problem for me is that I am an internet-addicted.

I always liked to go at cemeteries, but usually I would just go there and take a walk, pictures (That I will show someday), sit down and think, but lately I started doing more than that, I started picking fallen leaves and dirt from the graves.

Many people go to the cemeteries, some take the dogs for a walk or the kids.

It is an old Jew cemetery, really old, so people see that more as a park, than cemetery.

I like to go deep in the cemetery, like, the end of it, where we find big wall graves, monuments, etc., not many people go there, so I feel a lot better there.

I never cared if someone would notice me taking some dirt, I wonder if I cross the limits by doing this, but then I hear myself say, like: “Crossing the limits? Hey, it’s not like you are opening the graves and stealing things”.

The funny is that I am a Supernatural-Fanatic, at least until season 4, and I saw many times reference to graveyard dirt and I started thinking about it.

I am collecting it now.

You know… Halloween is everyday for me, just like Tim Burton once said, and I agree with him.

I love Tim Burton, he turned my childhood into something more interesting with his movies, the first one I watched was The nightmare Before Christmas, I think in 93, when it was released, I remember going to rent the movie, and I ate hot dogs while watching it, or ice cream with cake… good times.

After that, I started getting fully interested for him and his movies, even though there are some I never watched.

I wanted to paint my walls black, hang orange and green wreaths on my walls, put some carved pumpkins around, buy a caldron, some old fashioned brooms, candles everywhere, incenses… that would be great.

I just wear Goth outfits, so related to dressing I wouldn’t have problems, the deal is that I live with my mother, and she wouldn’t like such thing, but related to how I get dressed is no matter for her.

I don’t like the world nowadays, I don’t like this century and the people, I wanted to be on Old Salem, even with everything that happened, I match more to that time, I identify more.

I would be picked as a witch… but I don’t care.

Life is too short for you to pretend to be something you are not and don’t do things you like for fear of how others will label you.

They are always going to label you, it doesn’t matter what you do, just like some of you may be labeling me already, but that’s fine.

I don’t have reasons to ignore my inner wishes, I embrace it, it makes me feel better, it is who I am.

CandyMan Legend & Movie

 

The Candyman is an urban legend about the ghost of a slave who returns from the dead in search of revenge if you say his name 5 times.

A horror movie was made in 1992 about the legend, followed by two sequels, starring Tony Todd as Candyman.

According to the legend, if you look into a mirror and chant the name “Candyman” 5 times he will appear behind you and kill you with his hook.

For you see, the Candyman is a vicious killer with a bloody hook for a hand.

He appears from the mirror, covered in blood and bees and he has nothing but murder on his mind.

They say that many years ago, the Candyman was a real man, back in the days of slavery, Candyman was a black slave named Daniel Robtaille, who worked on a plantation in New Orleans.

He was a talented painter and was chosen by the plantation owner to paint a portrait of  his daughter.

But Daniel fell in love with the daughter of the white plantation owner.

When he found out that his daughter and the slave were in love, he raised an angry mob and chased Daniel out of town.

Armed with pitchforks and a pack of dogs, they chased the slave across the fields and streams.

Finally, they caught up with the exhausted slave near an old barn.

The men seized Daniel and cut off his right hand with a rusty saw, then they covered him in honey and threw him into a beehive.

Daniel was in a terrible pain and died from his injuries, but not before he cursed the men who killed him and vowed to return and exact his revenge.

They say his spirit would never rest and now his ghost walks the world for all eternity, appearing when his name is called 5 times.

 

Source: Scaryforkids.com.

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I got this movie yesterday, it took a lot for me to download but I finally downloaded!

I don’t remember when I watched it for the first time, but there was a scene that really made me scream when I watched for the first time, and that still makes my blood freezes, and here it is… well.. it’s not this exact scene, but it’s the sudden close-up of this drawing:

When I watched for the first time I screamed with the scene and nowadays, even though used, I still see myself feeling my blood cold when this scene comes because it’s really suddenly.

Candyman may not be the scariest movie… no, of course it’s not, there are many movies out there able to make you pee yourself, like Rose Red (some scenes are really freak), but I love this movie and I feel the wish of watching all the time.

 

Maybe the next movie I will get will be Rose Red, not sure yet, but it’s an idea that keeps coming in my mind.