Last night before going to bed, I looked up an author's website. Earlier in the evening, a friend had mentioned this woman's name and I thought I would check out her work. I found an excerpt on her site and the writing is really wonderful. I will definitely pick up her books.
HOWEVER...the scene she excerpted was a prologue that started well—and benignly. The characters were likeable and intriguing. By the end of the scene, they were dead, killed by a pair of young people who had not a speck of conscience. The murder was gruesome, but not described so, thank goodness. The author ran through the description fairly quickly, so there was a minimum of blood and gore. There was, though, plenty of understanding of the victims' horror just before death.
During the evening, the storm that had been predicted hit my town. It started as rain and I wondered when it would change to snow.
I went to bed and snuggled under my warm blankets. Very soon afterward, I started to hear noises that kept me awake. Someone was banging on the side of my apartment building and also on the ground below my window. I kept watching my window to see whether shadows appeared against my curtains. I honestly thought that, at any moment, someone was going to break in.
Finally, impatient with my own cowardice, I went to the window and looked outside. I'm on the second floor. I looked down. There was no one there.
The rain had changed to snow, though, and the accumulation of the wet, sloppy stuff was fast and furious.
Very quickly, the bedroom side of my apartment building was covered. The noises I'd been hearing were of sheets of gloopy, wet snow sliding from the side of the building and landing on the ground. Honest to goodness, it was so wet and heavy, it sounded like someone was pelting the building with boulders. It kept me awake all night.
I'm not usually such a scaredy-cat and wondered why the noises had freaked me out so much, then realized it was because of reading that very effective and well-written murder scene before going to bed.
I had to laugh at myself and my fanciful imagination. No one who was trying to break in would ever make that much noise.
I remember years ago seeing Wait Until Dark with Audrey Hepburn. Does anyone who saw it remember that scene in which the murderer jumps out of the darkness at her, totally scaring the daylights out of the viewers? The entire theater audience screamed. Oh my lord, I had nightmares for quite a few days after that!
Are there any scenes from books or movies that left you shaken and scared and almost believing that they could be true? That they could happen to you?