It took seeing The Amityville Horror to truly scare the crap out of me. And I saw it with Mom at home on the old VHS. I can remember walking around the house holding my rosaries after everyone had gone to bed. Not really sure why that scared me so much. I nearly peed myself when the scene with the glowing, red pig eyes appeared at Margot Kidder's window. Something about that just freaked me out.
I remember talking about what scared us with my cousin when we were younger. We'll call her, "S." She would come over to spend the weekend with me almost every other weekend. If she wasn't at my apartment, I was at her house on those other weekends.
My parents received a book from a family friend for Christmas in 1980 called Strange Stories, Amazing Facts. It's a Reader's Digest plethora of odd tales, unusual happenings and downright scary occurrences. I found this book to be fascinating. Except for one part. I showed the book to S. She too thought it was a cool book, but found a part that she simply could not discuss; Jack the Ripper. That, she said, scared her so much it made her sick. She did read the story in this book about him, but seemed to already know more that what this book shared. She refused to discuss it any further. I respected that. Still, at times, the subject would come up and she would reiterate the story, only to stop again, because it frightened her so.
Let's go back a bit. I remember taking this book from under the Christmas tree on Christmas night and curling up into my new sleeping bag, munching on Christmas candy and reading this book for the very first time. I skimmed it, actually. So many interesting things! It was when I was about halfway though when I turned the page and saw an image that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Before I even read the story, the photos chilled me to the bone. They bore straight through me, to my very core. Why? I can't explain why. They just did. It was when I read the accompanying story that I truly had to put the book away. Check it out:
|From the book, "Strange Stories, Amazing Facts" (shiver).|
Heights. I had a hard time even watching my kids at the tot-lot when they were little.
Roaches. They carry disease. They are filthy. They are ugly. I have an innate fear of them crawling into my ears while I sleep. Not that I have bugs in my home, I don't (knocks on wood). I did when I lived in Laurel. Let's not talk about that, now.
Being shot. Sure, I could be stabbed, choked, beaten with a bat. I fear being shot. Even a graze scares me.
That's about it, really.
Everyone is scared of something. What makes your hair stand on end?