Poems by Beedoo!

Haunted by The Ring

-written at too-frickin' early in the morning
because of a hiper mocha study group

Usually scare movies don't bother me too much
but i have to talk about this one
because it's been rolling around in my head
over and over and over.

It won't stop.

well,
Anyways...
Even for a geek
I'm occasionally out of
the loop.
So when Claire started talking about how "The Ring"
scared her so bad, I wondered,
What's so scary about J.R. Tolkien?
I'd forgotten the "Fellowship" part, see.

well

that wasn't the movie she was talking about.
Claire told me it was ALL WRONG, how it
warped your mind, and then you say
ordinary things like
chairs
and
TVs
and
ladders
in a whole new
light.

It scared Claire. She had to have
Byron and Nick come spend the night, sleeping on the floor,
with the lights on.
She said
she had to draw a self-portrait,
and she figured she would do that, to calm herself
down
But the drawing started looking like
the little girl
she said, and she had to
stop.

I said she was a wuss.
And despite Claire's warnings that we SHOULD NOT
see it,
Cynthia and I decided
(after a stop by
Target)
to go see what the poor
girl
was so afraid of.

Well.

So, we did, and it was scary,
we said,
but Claire was sorta over-reacting.
WE weren't that scared of it.

And then I had to go home, where my mom had turned out the
light
already, and I had to stumble in in the
dark.
My scanner--it's possessed, comes on by itself--
was on, and was shedding a weird blueish
light
on my computer desk,
and for a fewe minutes, I thought I'd been
abducted by aliens (another old
fear
of mine...long story) because the
dark
disoriented me so badly.
But I didn't have any nightmares,
and thought I'd be okay.

Well.

It was a
week
later when we were sitting in
the Canterbury kitchen
--that's our church, we hang out there a bunch--
and talking about the custom of baking
coins into a cake.
We got to talking about
the different charms they put in for
good luck, wealth, and whatever,
And Nick asked, but what if you
swallow
it? How long would it take to pass through your system?
And to mess with Claire, I whispered,

Seven Days.

Nick asked me, how do you
know that? Have you...
And then he got the joke.
But the story's not over.
The next
week
we all went to
see
--guess what--at Prochnau
since Kendra hadn't
seen
it yet, and I wanted to take
in
her reaction and
the things I'd missed.
So I watched again.

Well.

At the end of the movie, this
girl
dressed like the one in the movie,
goes crawling up the aisle.
Nick saw her first, and goes,
-OH MY GOD!-
(and kicked at her)
which I heard but didn't
see
and didn't think anything of it.
And I thought the people screaming in the back
was just somebody's idea of a joke,
because it couldn't possibly be that scary...
but I missed the punchline.

Well.

after the movie, we were all standing around in
a circle
and we were the last people
out
of the theater.
And for some reason, they made us all go
around
to the front exit.
And I thought they were
being rude, but the people in front of us
slammed the door
in our faces.

Well

I didn't see
her
at first, because I was looking
around
for my firends, and I almost bumped right
into
HER--
I was four inches away from her--
but here was this
girl
dressed up in a white
hospital gown,
with
long
black
wet
hair
hanging
over her face!
And I jump back two full feet
and probably ten up in the air
I was so startled
(okay, she scared the fuckin' shit out of me)
and I
open up
and scream--I mean REALLY scream--
I don't think I could produce that pitch again
if I tried...
I mean, a serious womn-in-peril,
big-goddamn-spider-just-ran-across-my-lap
SCREAM.

People should not do that to me.
The boundaries
around
my reality are frayed
thin enough as it is.
So I go home
and I worry another
week
that Samara
(that's her name)
is going to claw her way
out
of the
TV
to come get me.
But the
week
passed and I was fine...
until Siryn gave me a fansite link
and the first thing I saw was
the eye...
you know, the part when
Samara
looks up and
you die.
I almost went over the back of my
chair
I was so startled
(scared shitless)
to see that
eye
glaring at me in bright monitor-light blue

Did you know it was a remake?
yeah. The Japanese version is
Ringu.
I rented that the
week
of Spring Break, when I was
watching a house for a friend. It wasn't as scary,
see,
but I was paying more attention
to my embroidery
hoop
than to the subtitles.
it had a weirder
eye
thing going on, though, and the
girl,
Sadako, had weird powers.
She killed people.

But enough was enough,
I thought,
becuase I'll give myself night-
mares,
even though, I usually don't have them.

Well

Like Claire,
I decided to draw instead of going to
sleep,
and the contest challenge for the month was to draw
inside
a shape.
I made a crescent moon using two intersecting
circles
with a gargoyle leaning inside.
And then I get
the bright ideav to draw a comic
of YOU KNOW WHO.

Just being funny,
saying that all she wanted
was to borrow a hair-dryer.
Clever, I thought,
but when I
looked up,
at the wall in the bedroom
I SAW THE
GIRL.
It was a photo of some
trees
in silhouette, just tall trunks
and a leafier one off to the side
but
white
in the center--but to me,
out of the corner of my
eye
they were streaks of
long
wet
black
hair
draped over a
face
amd a single dark
eye
focussed right on me.

I'm only glad it was
at the end of my stay
in that house--I couldn't
have lasted the whole
week
with Samara's eye
staring
down
on me. I'd go nuts.

and it's all over,
but I'm still a
ball
of nerves, because
every time I get up to pee
I expect the
girl
to be standing
out
side my door
WAITING FOR ME.
The instand I eve
see
her I'll probably drop
dead
of fright,
ring or no ring.

Well

I can't go to sleep without staring at the
TV
at the end of my bed anymore, just
horribly waiting for
her
to crawl out
and grab me as I sleep.
I flinch at noises--any noises--
I can't sleep
She never sleeps
I really believe I'm losing my mind because
the Ring
keeps haunting me.
Every time I thnk I'm
free
she comes back
to torture me more.

It won't stop.
It'll never stop.
SHE NEVER SLEEPS

Neither will I for the nightmares
she
gives me.

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