I don’t have very many memories before the age of 7. I’m not sure why, but there’s only blips and flashes prior to that age. Creepily enough, the only memories I have from before age 7 are scary ones. Ones where I was freaked the hell out. This seems to have set the tone for my life. A perpetual state of freaking out over stupid, stupid shit.
One of my very first memories is from when I was four. I was in my bedroom, trying to sleep and I looked over at my wall, and I swear to you (in my four year old brain), I saw a tiger walking across the wall….you know, in shadow form. Tigers are pretty rare on the Canadian prairie, this one was a shadow cousin of the more well-known tiger tigers. I ran to the living room (being sure to jump far off my bed, since there was something that lived under there (what, I wasn’t sure, but I knew it was something) that had hairy arms and would surely grab my ankles and drag me under my bed to kill me) to let my mom know of my recent safari-sightings in my Rainbow-Brite themed bedroom. I don’t remember her reaction, but I’m willing to bet it wasn’t in line with my overblown hysteria. She probably just told me to smarten up and sent me back to bed.
One of my next memories is when I was five. My teacher had arranged for us to go over to the other Grade One classroom and watch the newest hit movie…..E.T. So we toddled over there (single file kids!) and sat on the floor, waiting for the movie to start. I had no idea what this ‘E.T.’ was, but the other kids seemed pretty hyped up about it. When I realized it was about fucking ALIENS, I was so out of there. I leapt up and ran out of the room, screaming for my teacher. I was a cool kid like that.
This began my path of shitting my pants during scary movies or shows that I knew I shouldn’t watch in the first place.
Tonight is no exception. The boyfriend is out on the town and I’m here by myself. I decide to watch that new show “Paranormal State” on A&E. Normally the show is cheesy as shit and I watch it to be proud of myself for not getting scared. Only this time, it WAS a scary one and the boyfriend is gone. Now, since I am both petrified of ghosts and have an irrational fear of the dark, I have essentially forced myself into staying awake until he gets back.
Super job Talea! Thumbs up!
Side Story: I went (AGAINST ALL THE FIBRES IN MY BODY) to the theatre with the boyfriend and another couple a few years back when The Ring came out. You remember The Ring, right?
WELL. That movie about killed me. First off, it doesn’t give you even a few minutes to get settled. That scene with the chick in the closet? GAH! So about 15 minutes in, I decided it would really be best for me to just shut my eyes. The whole movie that the film was based around? Yeah, I never saw it. I kept my eyes closed the whole time. And I was still crying from fear the whole time.
Sitting in the theatre, eyes closed, crying. I’m MEGA cool. But I was not alone. There were people in that theatre bawling their eyes out and screaming. That shit was freaky.
So I sat there and sat there, listening along, perfectly content to be blind to it all. Then….it was quiet. It was really quiet. And in my paranoid mind, I thought that the movie had ended and everyone dumb enough to watch it had died, like in the movie. Okay, that isn’t true, but curiosity got the best of me. It was dead silent.
I squinched open my eyes and saw THIS:
SOME FREAKY FUCKING DEAD GIRL WAS COMING OUT OF THE DAMNED FUCKING TELEVISION!!!!!!!
*Insert hyperventilation here*
I didn’t watch TV for a week after seeing this movie. I was terrified that when I turned off the TV, it would turn back on, and if you’ve seen that movie, you know that that would be BAD.
Um. Come to think of it, I think I’ll just sit here with the lights on, NOT turning off the TV, and just twiddle my thumbs until the boyfriend comes home. Then I’ll make him check under the bed for me and scare away any monsters in the closet before I go to bed. Yes. That sounds like a plan.