As I read the short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” I instantly thought of the horror movie called Don’t be Afraid of the Dark. The writer from the story was taken out from her original home and taken away somewhere to this grand old house. It had a marvelous garden and the house was filled with many spacious rooms but needed plenty of work done to it. In the movie a young girl named Sally is uprooted from her home as well to live with her dad and his girlfriend. They head off into the middle of lot with a huge haunting home that was still having work done to it. Sally explores all over the house into ever crevice as well as in the garden that goes for miles long. Although when it is time for bed she begins to her voices speaking to her, saying that they have been waiting for her. Creatures that live within the walls and floors of the home appeared. Sally was not scared but intrigued to follow them and learn about what they are and what they want before anyone else could. Eventually she saw these small creatures that pretended to be her friend but eventually turned on her and began to frighten her.
She tried to tell her dad and his girlfriend but they would not believe her. They thought that she just wanted all of the attention because she is unsatisfied with the move. As the movie progresses the dad’s girlfriend comes in contact with the creature and tries to tell the father but he still will not budge. I saw that as a connection that there was a higher male authority in the movie as well as the story. Young Sally was in a sense alone in that big empty house not knowing what to do. The father always left the home to go to work just as in the story the husband left to take care of his duties. The end of the movie pertains to the family fighting off the demon creatures but the girlfriend gave up her life to safe them and became a part of the house with the creatures. Both characters were losing their minds and were both trying to break free from their lifestyles even though it ended unpleasantly.
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