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Oct. 21st, 2010 02:03 pm*muse* So... what movies/books/stories/tv shows/things scared you as a kid?
I present to you my tales of wussitude:
TV
As a kid I was petrified by a couple of shows my mother would watch. In general, the Equalizer had a pretty good chance of scaring the crap out of me with how awful (fictional) people could be to one another. But it was, and I feel like an ass repeating this (as I think it's come up before), an episode of Beauty and the Beast (Linda Hamilton? Come on, people!) where there's a fake Beast going around killing people. I was sent out of the room before the episode ended and somehow ended up in my parents' room and I was riffling through their closet, looking for something, and someone came into the room. I didn't want to get busted, so I hid in the closet behind various coats and things. While doing my best shot at "you don't see anything" telepathy, I noticed something furry.
We didn't have pets at the time. I damn near lost my mind, even though I knew it was my grandmother's fur coat. Traumatized for months. I know. So lame.
These days I still can't lean in close to a window at night without thinking of Buffy and Hush.
Stories:
Odd. This was going to be a mention of the Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark series, specifically one story, but I went to look it up and... it's not that story. And it's not the other one either, although I suppose it could simply be the artwork for the story. I thought it was The White Wolf that kept me up for weeks on end, but apparently not. Also, if listening to The Black Dog is any indication, not that. But whatever it was, I could not sleep alone, at least not in my own bed, for weeks. Once I was out, I was fine, but drifting off to sleep? Yeah. Not happening.
Movie:
There was some TV movie involving a wolf that spooked me (a theme?) but the real movie that screwed my head up?
F/X 2. Dead. Serious. I could not take a shower for months after seeing this movie. (Someone is, I do believe, shot through the window after they step out of the shower) I saw it in the theatre with a friend of mine. A quick look at imdb informs me that it is entirely possible that I'd been tricked into it with the possibility of seeing Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken* but it could have been some other kids movie, too. Point is, I was told we were going to see something a 9 year old should be fine with. Instead I end up at a sequel to a movie I've never seen and a body count. Even as I'm freaking out on the inside, I'm telling myself this is just a movie, just a bad, bad movie and I shouldn't be afraid of anything in it. Nothing, I say. NOTHING. And of course it doesn't work. So I kind of slouch off to the side and listen to the movie (the one I wanted to see) through the wall all while pretending this is totally fine with me.
Later my mother will be miffed not because I saw a movie I shouldn't have without her permission, or that it gave me nightmares for more than a week, or that my showering habits were messed up that summer. No. She will be upset because she wanted to see the movie and it was wasted on me. :P
Mums will occasionally tell a story involving a wee little me being found in front of a TV at a friend of the parental units' house, watching one of the classic horror movies. I have no memory of this, at all, but Mums basically cut off horror movies at that point because I wasn't affected and the older kids (and Mums) were.
Books:
Christopher Pike's Spellbound messed with my head more than it should have, but only if I lay there in bed thinking about it. Otherwise I was fine.
Completely Irrational Fear (or is it?):
Mars. Nothing good comes of Mars, the planet. Bad things come from Mars.
*- I did end up seeing this. At least three times in movie theatre. Oh yeah.
So now you know.
I present to you my tales of wussitude:
TV
As a kid I was petrified by a couple of shows my mother would watch. In general, the Equalizer had a pretty good chance of scaring the crap out of me with how awful (fictional) people could be to one another. But it was, and I feel like an ass repeating this (as I think it's come up before), an episode of Beauty and the Beast (Linda Hamilton? Come on, people!) where there's a fake Beast going around killing people. I was sent out of the room before the episode ended and somehow ended up in my parents' room and I was riffling through their closet, looking for something, and someone came into the room. I didn't want to get busted, so I hid in the closet behind various coats and things. While doing my best shot at "you don't see anything" telepathy, I noticed something furry.
We didn't have pets at the time. I damn near lost my mind, even though I knew it was my grandmother's fur coat. Traumatized for months. I know. So lame.
These days I still can't lean in close to a window at night without thinking of Buffy and Hush.
Stories:
Odd. This was going to be a mention of the Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark series, specifically one story, but I went to look it up and... it's not that story. And it's not the other one either, although I suppose it could simply be the artwork for the story. I thought it was The White Wolf that kept me up for weeks on end, but apparently not. Also, if listening to The Black Dog is any indication, not that. But whatever it was, I could not sleep alone, at least not in my own bed, for weeks. Once I was out, I was fine, but drifting off to sleep? Yeah. Not happening.
Movie:
There was some TV movie involving a wolf that spooked me (a theme?) but the real movie that screwed my head up?
F/X 2. Dead. Serious. I could not take a shower for months after seeing this movie. (Someone is, I do believe, shot through the window after they step out of the shower) I saw it in the theatre with a friend of mine. A quick look at imdb informs me that it is entirely possible that I'd been tricked into it with the possibility of seeing Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken* but it could have been some other kids movie, too. Point is, I was told we were going to see something a 9 year old should be fine with. Instead I end up at a sequel to a movie I've never seen and a body count. Even as I'm freaking out on the inside, I'm telling myself this is just a movie, just a bad, bad movie and I shouldn't be afraid of anything in it. Nothing, I say. NOTHING. And of course it doesn't work. So I kind of slouch off to the side and listen to the movie (the one I wanted to see) through the wall all while pretending this is totally fine with me.
Later my mother will be miffed not because I saw a movie I shouldn't have without her permission, or that it gave me nightmares for more than a week, or that my showering habits were messed up that summer. No. She will be upset because she wanted to see the movie and it was wasted on me. :P
Mums will occasionally tell a story involving a wee little me being found in front of a TV at a friend of the parental units' house, watching one of the classic horror movies. I have no memory of this, at all, but Mums basically cut off horror movies at that point because I wasn't affected and the older kids (and Mums) were.
Books:
Christopher Pike's Spellbound messed with my head more than it should have, but only if I lay there in bed thinking about it. Otherwise I was fine.
Completely Irrational Fear (or is it?):
Mars. Nothing good comes of Mars, the planet. Bad things come from Mars.
*- I did end up seeing this. At least three times in movie theatre. Oh yeah.
So now you know.
