Most frightening scenes to write

Sometimes certain scenes frighten me to write them. Although, it doesn’t take much to scare me. Sometimes, just the thought of something can set my imagination in motion. Then, sometimes the scenes scare me because parts of it may be true. A good example of this is when I wrote a scene in a book where the main character wakes up on the sofa and sees in the reflection of the darkened television set; a figure of a man in the window watching her. In reality, that happened to me. So, every time I rewrite that book; I usually end up getting a nightmare or two.

Location! Location! Location!

Sometimes, writing in certain locations can intensify the fear factor for me. For example, I used to go to our trailer to write alone. It was never an issue during the summer, but one time, in late fall; when the park is empty, I went there alone with my cat & laptop. Everything was fine at first. It wasn’t until it got dark that I began to feel frightened. I knew that I was so isolated. There wasn’t a soul around for miles. It also didn’t help that the story I was writing takes place in an empty trailer park. The main character was being stalked. When I called my husband and told him how frightened I was being there alone, he laughed at me. Needless to say, I never did that again.

Ironic Scenes

What’s ironic about that book is that while sitting in one trailer park, I was writing about another trailer park that I made up in my mind. I made the up the name of the park & the lake & the owners of the park.

Years later, we were looking for a new trailer park closer to where we had moved. We went to look at a park, but the owner said that he was just about to let everyone there know that he’s closing the park permanently because he sold the land. He told me that I had a head start because soon; another 200 campers would be looking.

He told me about a park not far from there, but we never found that one. Instead, we stumbled across the park I had created in my mind. The name of the park and the lake were the same, and so was the layout. It was exactly as I had imagined it.

Even funnier was that the owners were the same as the ones from my book. So much so, that when the owner came to pick up the book to read it, she brought an apple cobbler, just as in the book. I laughed as I handed her the book, knowing that very shortly, she will read the scene about how the owner of the park would bring her apple cobbler…