Scary Thing #1: Horror Movies
My first exposure to horror movies was at Best Friend’s house. It was the mid-1980’s, and Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday The 13th, and all their kith and kin were crazy popular.
Now, Best Friend had a brother who LOVED slasher flicks, and regularly watched them on VHS.
During one of our many sleepovers Best Friend and I somehow ended up watching Friday The 13th.
Now, being only 7, I’m not sure I really understood what was going on. Keep in mind, this was also the age that I kept having nightmares about evil giraffes (no, really). I wasn’t particularly frightened by the movie. I WAS frightened by Best Friend’s Brother who would spend all sleepovers for the next year whispering “ch-ch-ch-ch ha-ha-ha-ha” leading Best friend and I to believed we’d be hacked to bits any moment from now.
Scary Thing #2: Spiders
We’ve already covered spiders. Moving on...
Scary Thing #3: Dolls
I loved dolls as a kid. LOVED them. Had a million. And then I saw this movie:
It’s Like "Child’s Play," But For Girls
For whatever reason, this movie is the sole reason that, to this day, I’m a little freaked out by porcelain dolls. Or dolls with buttons for eyes. Or dolls that come to life and murder you in your sleep.
Scary Thing #4: Scary Stories
No, the ultimate Scary Thing for me was the series Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark.
This looks appropriate for a 9-year old (No, really.)
These books scared the crap out of me. Which raises a couple questions:
1) Why did I continue to read them time and time again, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep all night?
2) It’s a series of like, 3 or 4. Why did I continue to purchase subsequent books when the first one made me wet my pants?
I guess when I was 9 I liked being a slightly damp insomniac who spent the evening formulating plans to avoid spiders and murder dolls. Or something.
Hmmm...Jason...spiders....murder dolls. Well, I’ll sleep good tonight.
Follow up: Wrote this post late Sunday night. Went to bed. Promptly had nightmare. Excellent.