I was completely terrorized by the nasty little troll in the movie when I was child, and I'm about to turn 22 and last night I had the chance to watch it again on TV, and it still freaked me out. This is a true story too.
Last year, my brother slept a lot in my bedroom. I would sleep at my mom's couch (it's soooo soft!) and my brother would move to my room. He normally prefers other beds than his (claiming that his is too old).
Turns out, one cold December night, it was about 3 AM, all of a sudden my brother threw my mom's door open, shouting like a madman that there were elves in my room. I tell you, he flew OFF THE HANDLE. He kept over and over telling me that he would NEVER sleep in my room, ever again, because, the exact words were THERE'S SOMETHING F--*beep* UP IN YOUR ROOM, THERE'S SOME EVIL SH*T IN THERE! What he told me next day, was that he was half-asleep and woke up when he heard eerie little whispers under my bed... notice that my brother's 25 and always laughs at ghost stories... so he didn't pay much attention and tried to sleep again. As soon as he shut his eyes, he heard again those little whispers. He opened them again, and everything was still. He shut them again, and the little voices started talking between themselves and then he heard... giggles. Tiny, nasty little giggles. Now he opened his eyes, and they didn't stop. They get LOUDER. The voices get more and more fluent (he says it was a weird, gutural language) and when he hears them clearly he grabbed his pillow and tore out of the room like crazy. He obviously shut the door and when I tried to calm him down, he dared me to go in there and stay for 15 minutes... and so I... OF COURSE I DIDN'T GO IN THERE! I'm not THAT stupid. Want to know what I found the next day? My closet was OPEN and my dolls were all spread out on the floor. My closet doors are so old that you have to really PULL them open, and my dolls are in the top shelf, way, way behind (you have to stretch your arm inside to grab them). Obviously, no one in the house puts their hand in that place, much less before my brother went to bed. I grabbed my Holy Water from the Vatican (the most precious thing in the household) and spread some drops under my bed, where my brother says the voices came. My closet was destroyed some months later, and my room is "sleepable" again. Isn't it a good scary true story?
The memory from Cat's Eye freaks me even more because I can just imagine it... 2 or 3 little creatures just playing under my bed in my room... giggling nastily and playing with my dolls and old toys... in any case, I NEVER sleep alone in a completely dark room.
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18 years ago
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delcater
18 years ago
Definitely coincidence. If she'd barked at you instead, that would have been eerie.
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ajay05
18 years ago
I watched this on the weekend while minding a friends house and she has a couple of cats, one older one and two 9 week old kittens.
While I was watching it one of the kittens who was happily licking my hand, etc suddenly charged up at my neck, i though it was going to attack me !!
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