I get really involved in movies — okay, I think sometimes my brain forgets it is just a movie. For example, in The Village, the good guy (Joaquin Phoenix?) gets unexpectedly stabbed in the belly. That might have been my loudest scream-shout. Kinda sounds like AAAAAGGGGHHHH! So many in the theater laughed! Including me!
Then I tried to get up so I could run to the bathroom, because I could tell I was going to be sick. I felt like I had been stabbed in the gut when the guy onscreen got stabbed. But my legs would not support me. (And, thank goodness, my stomach calmed down.).
I also shout-scream if you startle me. The bummer is, my husband walks very quietly. He could be a cat-burglar if he wanted to be. (No, he would never startle me on purpose. I think he did once while we were dating, but never again. I do NOT laugh.)
It’s been a while since we’ve seen Another_Primate — their last post was 11 years ago.
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I promise, I will never startle you if you’re holding a knife, lest I get “Village-d.”
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Or “Joaquin-ed.”
But were you the same after that?
Gatopescado is still the same.
Good to know. I’m new here.
Thanks. Still, like you said, his execution of his plan was laughably poor; I can think of quite a few better ways of incapacitating someone for that purpose.
Yes, I was chased by some dogs once and I guess I screamed since the people from the house came running out to get the dogs, but it sounded pretty squeaky in my mind.
Some of you guys have much more interesting stories. Jeez, plane crashes and a murderous spouse! Holy smoke.
I don’t recall ever emitting Hollywood horror movie-type screams, even when Eno the guinea pig ran up my pants leg, or the strange crotch sensation in Texas turned out to be a lizard in my underwear.
Mrs. J. is pretty quiet in stressful situations too. This included an occasion when I came home to find her perched on a bureau in the bedroom, having encountered a snake in the house. She does not appreciate legless reptiles.
When we moved here last year we discovered that the family across the street included a little girl who screamed incredibly loudly during play or apparently just for the hell of it. Haven’t heard much from her this spring. Maybe she’s growing out of it.
I need to add that although I scream on a regular basis, I don’t scream at snakes, spiders, mice, lizards, or cockroaches as they don’t scare me at all and rarely even startle me (although cockroaches are the only insect I find nauseatingly loathsome). Last fall I was collecting eggs in the henhouse and a mouse, which had made a nest in one of the nestboxes for eggs, ran up inside my sleeve. That did startle me but I didn’t scream. I probably gasped though.
As someone who used to run a projector, yup.
I also remember seeing a few films in the theater, most notably, The Fly (Cronenberg), and Alien, when I jumped in my seat, but did not scream; however, about 1/3 of the theater did.
The only time I remember really letting out a scream, it was unexpected pain. I had a kitten (who lived to be 17, FTR), and she used to climb up my pant leg onto my shoulder. One day, I guess for the first time since I’d had her, I was wearing shorts.
Blood-curdling, and shook her across the room, where she may have hit the wall; then, of course, I was freaked out that she was hurt. She was fine, though, and forgiving. But she never climbed up my leg again.
There is a whole porn real estate scenario trope that probably contributes to this…
I don’t think I’ve ever actually screamed in fear or surprise. More of a short, loud 'AAHH" kind of yelp. But I do scream sometimes in my car on the way home from work, a real movie scream from the gut as long and as loud as I can belt it out. It’s a real stress reliever, and no one can hear me on the highway.
Often. My son has severe anxiety and has panic attacks where he screams like he is being murdered. It happens at least a few times a month.
When one of my roomates blew his brains out, I sent my other roomate to the payphone to call 911. When I got there she was just standing there screaming and I took the phone away and talked to the 911 operator.
I certainly didn’t think it was funny after the danger of the big flying cockroach was over, but my hero’s wife laughed every time she saw me. When I got to be her age, I was able to laugh at my stupid self as well.
Oh? Do tell!
I’ve never screamed over a cicada, but then again, I’ve never seen a cicada being delivered by one of our feline overlords. They usually bring in stupid snakes for me to scream about. (Stupid snakes have to slither up stairs and then into the catio while the cats are out there. There is no food or water in the catio, so no reason for snakes to be there. We figure that anything the cats are able to kill probably should be removed from the gene pool anyhow.)
Well, once upon a time when my brother and I were little, we had been sent to bed. Just before lights out, we noticed a giant flying cockroach clinging to the curtains. So we screamed our wee little heads off. My mother marched in, wearing a lovely low-cut nightgown, and bravely squared up to the monster. With a can of Raid, she shot it point-blank. It leapt off the curtain and shoop! fell right down her cleavage. Then some real screaming took place. Mom took off running through the house, shrieking and tearing her clothes. My brother and I laughed until we peed our wee little beds.
We’re about to have 17 zillion of these coming out of the ground around here, the clock having reached 17 years and the temperatures nearing 65F. I’m about to take up screaming myself.
Other stories…
I had a coworker whose office was adjacent to mine. She sat in the dark (on purpose) and did graphical design on her PC. She was easy to startle–in fact I managed to startle her just by showing up at her door to chat. She’d gasp loudly each time. Even though she was facing the door. It was kind of hilarious.
As for me, the only time(s) I’ve let out a full, loud yell (scream) was when I have been alone in the car and something particularly bad happens, like I’m being crashed into after having seen it coming and could not avoid it…and BOY AM I MAD!!
When living in Japan, I was warned not to corner a cockroach, as they’ll turn on you and fly at you. Maybe they’re taking advantage of the “eww, EEEK” reaction most humans have toward them.
Certainly heard screams in the hospital. Otherwise, not sure where to draw the line between screaming and yelling. There are screams of frustration that aren’t really the same thing as a scream of fright or pain, more like guttural yelling I’d say. I suppose shrieking is the same as screaming. I have heard some brief screams when people are startled by something, probably those could turn to a full fledged scream if there was actually something to be scared of.
A female relative of mine was once changing and wearing very little when her (4 yo?) son came into the room unexpectedly. She let out a scream, and he - infering from her reaction - said “big bug”.
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I’m hearing screaming, and “screeching of random children” from the yard next door, and it is like a garden rake on the chalkboard of my soul.
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There is a difference in ‘screams.’ Adults’ noises I can appreciate as in ‘a potential warning of some danger.’ Those kids? Not so much.
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Bah humbug.