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The Thursday Ten - 10 Horror Movies I Have NEVER Seen

* Every Thursday in October = a list of ten. Because lists make the world spin faster. Or something. *

EDIT: I am a complete moron and thought today was Thursday, not Wednesday.

WARNING: If you are a horror fan, my choices will make you ashamed of me for life.

1.) Poltergeist (1982)



2.) The Amityville Horror (1979)



(I didn't watch the remake either if that's any consolation.)

3.) An American Werewolf in London (1981)



(Guess what? I actually OWN a copy of this and haven't watched it yet. Bad baby! BAD!)

4.) Jaws (1975)



5) Alien (1979)



6) Psycho (1960)



7) Rosemary's Baby (1968)



8) The Omen (1976)



9) Carrie (1976)



10) Any Hammer film ever made



* Wow. That was brutal. For the record, I've seen little bits of some of these, but "little bits" is not the same as "the whole damn thing". *

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The Ballad of Barbara Allen

In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwelling,
Made every youth cry well-away!
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of May,
When green buds they were swelling,
Young William on his death-bed lay,
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man unto her then,
To the town, where she was dwelling;
“You must come to my master dear,
If your name be Barbara Allen.

“For death is printed on his face,
And ore his heart is stealing:
Then haste away to comfort him,
O lovely Barbara Allen.”

“Though death be printed on his face,
And ore his heart is stealing,
Yet little better shall he be,
For bonny Barbara Allen.”

So slowly, slowly, she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him;
And all she said, when there she came:
“Young man, I think you’re dying.”

He turned his face unto her straight,
With deadly sorrow sighing;
“O lovely maid, come pity me,
I’m on my death-bed lyin’.”

“If on your death-bed you do lie,
What needs the tale you’re telling?
I cannot keep you from your death;
Farewell,” said Barbara Allen.

He turned his face unto the wall,
As deadly pangs he fell in:
“Adieu! adieu! adieu to you all,
Adieu to Barbara Allen.”

As she was walking o’er the fields,
She heard the bell a knelling;
And every stroke did seem to say,
“Unworthy Barbara Allen.”

She turned her body round about,
And spied the corpse a coming:
“Lay down, lay down the corpse,” she said,
“That I may look upon him.”

With scornful eye she looked down,
Her cheek with laughter swelling;
That all her friends cried out amain,
“Unworthy Barbara Allen.”

When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow,
“O mother, mother, make my bed,
For I shall die tomorrow.“

Hard-hearted creature, him to slight,
Who loved me so dearly;
O that I had been more kind to him,
When he was live and near me!”

She, on her death-bed as she lay,
Begged to be buried by him;
And sore repented of the day
That she did ere deny him.

“Farewell,” she said, “ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in:
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barbara Allen.

*This is a 17th century Scottish ballad so it isn't the most terrifying thing in the world. But it's still a little unsettling. And you've got to love the lesson behind it: treat people as you want to be treated or you'll be worm food sooner rather than later.*

~ October, My Sweet ~

In honor of the greatest month of the year (do not question this) I will be doing a horror related post EVERY FREAKING DAY (starting tomorrow) of the month. No, it won't be related to Fear Street very often, but that rat hole will always be there. Anyway, I have no idea what each post will be about, but it'll be all scary and such. And I know how much you love that. Right? RIGHT?!? Right. Now gaze into the non-eyes of this jack-o-lantern and lose yourself in the Octoberian magic.

(Or just go back to whatever you were doing before you started reading this. Your choice. *cough*the terrorists win when you ignore magical jack-o-lanterns*cough*)