Sigh. You know, you’d think after thirty three years of living and breathing, I’d figure out that me and scary movies just don’t go together. Like, mayonnaise and anything. (I know, I know, most of you folks lurve mayo. Well, you’re gross.)
The other night, I sat and watched Poltergeist by myself. It was on Turner Classic or American Movie Channel or something so it showed the whole thing, uncut. Lance was still at work, I was bored, the girls were safely shut in the bedroom watching Incredibles. I thought, psh, I can handle this! I mean, it’s been like, 26 years since I last saw this! Surely I won’t have any reactions other than, “geez, special effects sure have come a long way”.
The last two nights, I have lain awake, remembering certain scenes of Poltergeist, thinking thoughts like “Ack! What was that noise?“, “Did something just touch my foot?! Oh, it’s just Lance’s foot.“, “Crap, I shouldn’t have watched that movie.”
I was too chicken to tell Lance I was scared. I mean, what was I going to do? Tap him on the shoulder and say, “Um. I am scared of Poltergeist.” And what was he going to say? “Um. Ok. Sorry.” Yeah, that would’ve solved the problem.
I think when it comes to scary movies, it’s the movies starring kids as the main character that get me. There’s so many scary movies involving children:
* The Ring
* The Omen
That’s just the few I can think of off the top of my head. Why are children so freaking scary?