5 years old: Watched Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Terrified when the bleeding heart was ripped out of that man's body.
6 years old: Watched Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade: Terrified by the man's head rolling out of the mist. Had a nightmare.
Grade School: Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, Goosebumps, Lois Duncan
Middle School: Dean Koontz, Stephen King, my dad hiding in the orchard at night when I had to go out to the barn and then jumping out and scaring the living shit out of me.
13 years old: Scream came out, followed by gems like I Know What You Did Last Summer and Final Destination. Often filled with an irrational fear of something coming to get me when washing my hair in the shower with my eyes closed.
14th Birthday Party: Watched the Exorcist for the first time. Actually, didn't watch it because I was covering my face with a pillow.
15 years old: Tried watching the Exorcist again with Charissa. She made me turn it off. We watched it again the next morning all the way through, it was almost worse in the light of day.
16-18 years old: Caught up on classics such as Halloween, Psycho, etc.
21 years old: Watched the Grudge in a movie theater in Auckland. Reverted to pre-teen levels of fear of the dark.
28 years old: Remembered how great scary stories are when Caroline told us stories about the haunted house she grew up in. Further inspired by her gift of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark Vol. 1.
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**Decided to have a scary story and photo contest complete with real prizes (no Big Billy Bass for you)**Details coming soon.
3 comments:
Oh my god. I will never, ever forget that Exorcist marathon. Or the many times we watched Blade. Stephen Dorff!
Oh jeez. My obsession with Stephen Dorff deserves its own post. As does my obsession with Chris O' Donnell. I was a sad little person.
P.S. I still remember the way you looked at me when she was roaring or puking or whatever and you were like, "Okay. I've had enough", in this little, terrified voice.
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