When I was younger, "Althea" by Abigail McDaniels scared the crap out of me - I already hated/was afraid of porcelain dolls, and that book made it so much worse.
As an adult, I don't know that I've read a book that has truly scared me. I've read plenty of books that have creeped me out, but like nicbreeful said, if I want to get scared I read creepypasta or the "no sleep" stories, since they seem so real.
Under the Dome. The speed at which civilization broke down after being cut off from the rest of the world was terrifying and very realistic.
I really liked that book!
Did you watch the Prime series? I started to but got distracted and never finished it. It's on its second season, so I think they must have changed a lot of stuff.. No way there was enough in UtD (despite it's length) to cover 2 to 3 seasons.
Do you mean the same series that was on TV?
I tried watching it but it was too different from the book to keep my interest.
Post by underwaterrhymes on Jul 28, 2014 19:58:58 GMT -5
Oh, and one of the most fucked up books I've ever read was House of Stairs. Does anyone remember this YA book from the 70s? Really fucking scary from a social engineering perspective.
Scary stories to tell in the dark man...I loved that shit.
The story about the haunted house, there was like a cheese looking poltergeist picture. ::shutter::
Oh, and there was a picture in the book that always gave me the creeps. The story was stupid...it ended with the ghost making a raspberry sound...but the picture man...the picture.
Post by Captain Serious on Jul 28, 2014 20:23:58 GMT -5
When I was in a high school psychology class, I had an assignment to read about two criminals who had similar crimes/MOs, and profile their similarities. I was reading some book about Ted Bundy, and it contained color photo layouts on several pages of his victims--before and after their murders. It included detailed accounts of all his murders. I was used to reading before going to sleep, but all I could think of was those photos. I got up one night, and hid the book in the back of my father's library in the basement. Even that didn't make me feel much better. I wasn't 100% comfortable again until I gave it away.