Growing up, we all had at least one book that affected our psyche - some in more positive ways than others. The right book at the right time can teach children a lot more than any advice an adult can impart. But then there's these. Not only are these books creepy and/or hilarious to adults, but any kid who reads them is most likely in for a traumatizing treat. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/29/the-creepiest-childrens-b_n_513489.html#s75156 one of the books....
Yes, I remember seeing these in like 3rd grade, still remember the headlights from behind story. Talk about some morbid drawings for kids. I'll be different and say a Wocket in my Pocket by Dr. Seuss.
Those were awesome. If I saw "cooking with pooh" in the store -- I would buy it. And I'd love to slip "Why does Daddy Drink so Much" onto the shelves of the kids of some friends. A creepiest I was coerced to read over and over was Love you Forever by Robert Munsch. It's supposed to be a beautiful story about parents always loving their kids -- but as the story progresses, and son moves out, mom sneeks over with a ladder on her car to climb in through his window as he sleeps. Psycho!
Slightly off topic but those monsters in the movie version of Where the Wild Things Are were scary as @#$% man. Was it just me (and the bud) or did the movie just have this dark undertone throughout the entire film?
I posted this in another thread. I never had to read it, but Der Struwwelpeter creeps me the f--- out. Below is one of the poems in the book, and accompanying operatic treatment which makes it extra creepy. <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7P2xTxCS_Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7P2xTxCS_Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> [rquoter] The Dreadful Story of Pauline and the Matches Mamma and Nurse went out one day, And left Pauline alone at play; Around the room she gayly sprung, Clapp'd her hands, and danced, and sung. Now, on the table close at hand, A box of matches chanced to stand, And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her, That if she touched them they would scold her; But Pauline said, "Oh, what a pity! For, when they burn, it is so pretty; They crackle so, and spit, and flame; And Mamma often burns the same. I'll just light a match or two As I have often seen my mother do." When Minz and Maunz, the p***y-cats, heard this They held up their paws and began to hiss. "Meow!" they said, "me-ow, me-o! You'll burn to death, if you do so, Your parents have forbidden you, you know." But Pauline would not take advice, She lit a match, it was so nice! It crackled so, it burned so clear, Exactly like the picture here. She jumped for joy and ran about, And was too pleased to put it out. When Minz and Maunz, the little cats, saw this, They said, "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!" And stretched their claws, And raised their paws; "Tis very, very wrong, you know; Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o! You will be burnt if you do so, our mother has forbidden you, you know. " Now see! oh! see, what a dreadful thing The fire has caught her apron-string; Her apron burns, her arms, her hair; She burns all over, everywhere. Then how the p***y-cats did mew What else, poor p*****s, could they do? They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain, I So then, they said, "We'll scream again. Make haste, make haste! me-ow! me-o! She'll burn to death, we told her so." So she was burnt with all her clothes, And arms and hands, and eyes and nose; Till she had nothing more to lose Except her little scarlet shoes; And nothing else but these was found Among her ashes on the ground. [/rquoter] The whole book is full of creepy stories like this where children die horrible, twisted and painful deaths.
