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Charlie Brooker in the Guardian shares my fear of "The Face At The Window"! And his friend shares my fear of "The Face Behind You in the Mirror". For years I thought I was alone in these freakish fears, until a thread over on the Chicklit forums revealed that there are many of us. Which is strangely comforting when you go to the loo in the middle of the night and wash your hands without ever looking up at the mirror over the sink (maybe that's just me). Mirrors hold no terrors for me during the day (apart from that time I did mushrooms in Boston) but in darkness....oh dear. And whenever I'm watching a scary film and someone stands before a mirror I have to look away because I just KNOW something scary will be looming over their shoulders. Anyway, good to know that there are lots of us paranoid loons out there...


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May. 12th, 2006 08:30 am (UTC)
Oddly, though, when I did in fact see a face at my first-floor window (that time a nice fireman in a hydraulic lift was looking for a fire), it wasn't anything like my fears. Actually, maybe that's unsurprising since my fears for a long time were specifically that Phillip Schofield was going to appear at the window and kill me.
May. 12th, 2006 08:35 am (UTC)
That's strangely comforting - not the Schofield bit, the fact that the actual ral-life face turned out not to be scary. Philip Schofield, however.... He didn't have Gordon the Gopher with him, did he?
May. 12th, 2006 09:05 am (UTC)
He didn't have Gordon the Gopher with him, did he?

NOT UNTIL JUST NOW HE DIDN'T. Thank you very much.
May. 12th, 2006 11:52 am (UTC)
God, you've just reminded me that I dreamt about Philip Schofield and Gordon the Gopher last night. Why O Why?
May. 12th, 2006 08:46 am (UTC)
I once read an absolutely terrifying story by Gerald Durrell, of all people, about him reading a story about nasties appearing in a mirror. Oh, God, the paranoia it induced in me.
May. 12th, 2006 08:51 am (UTC)
Gerald Durrell! I never thought of him as the fear-inducing type.

Thanks to this thread, I am now starting to get scared of looking in a mirror during the day....
May. 12th, 2006 08:50 am (UTC)
yes! i totally agree about the face at the the window thing. i remember when i was very young being terrified that a childcatcher would appear at my bedroom window and if i wasn't asleep he would take me away. i never confirmed where i got that from, but i think its maybe the nutcracker...
May. 12th, 2006 09:02 am (UTC)
It sounds like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang to me....

...or else a Michael Jackson documentary? ;-)
May. 12th, 2006 09:57 am (UTC)
oh yeah i know the childcatcher in chitty chitty bang bang (and he is terrifying!) but this one specifically looked into windows of children's bedrooms and took them away if they weren't asleep! maybe i made him up...
May. 12th, 2006 10:42 am (UTC)
The BFG?
May. 12th, 2006 10:49 am (UTC)
Hmmmm, maybe the BFG and the childcatcher combined?
Or perhaps just a standard childhood nightmare.
May. 12th, 2006 09:21 am (UTC)
A couple of years ago a group of teenage trick or treaters in horrible metal masks sneaked up under the kitchen window where I was (alone in the flat) cheerfully washing dishes and when I glanced up there were three scary faces pressing at the window. I screamed so much that they were really apologetic and grovelling.
May. 12th, 2006 11:55 am (UTC)
On of the things that I liked about living on the ground floor of a student residence was that it totally cured my face-at-the-window fear. Face at the window in the middle of the night? Ah, it's some stupid undergraduate messing about. Whatever!

Unfortunately, it came back as soon as I was off the ground floor or had a garden. There is probably something deep here to say about the relationship between privacy and face-at-the-window fears. I suspect it may all be a product of the development of capitalism and the expansion of the middle-class in the late 18th and 19th century.
May. 12th, 2006 12:39 pm (UTC)
When we were living in the cottage, some quirk of the glass or the deep-set windows meant you were always catching sight of shadowy-faced things looking in from the darkness out of the corner of your eye. When (if!) you turned to look directly, there was the strongest impression that the thing had just stepped back, so all you could see was your reflection. Closing curtains was a trial -- you snuck in quietly, from one side, eyes closed and twitched the curtain across extra-fast before the things could get you.
May. 13th, 2006 09:01 pm (UTC)
I'm glad I'm not the only one that fears the face at the window or the face in the mirror. But I'm also a bit sketchy about looking at people's houses as I walk by, just in case I see a blurry face at the attic window. Why that terrifies me, I don't really know. Too many ghost stories.
May. 15th, 2006 10:50 pm (UTC)
You would love Candyman, which I defy anyone to see and then summon the guts to stand in front of a mirror and say "Candyman" five times.

But that's child's play compared to the story Joanna Lumley was telling on the Late Late about how what she thought was someone passing her window, staring in one night couldn't have been as the ground level outside was too low. Obviously, he had passed behind her chair, and was in fact staring out! OVER HER HEAD! And he was reflected in the glass, opaque against the jet of night...

Bloody haunted houses.
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