Why I Don’t Watch Scary Movies

I was driving by myself to meet friends after school one day this week. As I neared a normally-busy intersection, I was startled to realize my car was the only one in sight in all four directions. In the ninety seconds between this stop sign and my arrival at the next intersection – a five points crossroad with traffic lights – I’d convinced myself there was one explanation for why I hadn’t passed a single person or vehicle….

The zombie apocalypse had started.

I locked my car doors, gripped my steering wheel with white knuckles and tried to persuade myself not to run the red light. Peering out my windshield at the sidewalks, I found apocalyptic proof in the windowboxes of mums, the cornstalks tied to porches, and pumpkins on front steps.

By the time I reached the restaurant my breath was coming in hiccups and my pounding pulse had turned my face and neck all sorts of splotchy red. When my friends asked if I was okay, I took a deep breath, looked around at the street – now milling with people pushing strollers and carrying briefcases and shopping bags – and nodded. How could I begin to explain that I’d envisioned zombies overtaking our sleepy town at 4:00 on a sunny Tuesday afternoon?

My imagination is overactive. Like Max’s in Where the Wild Things Are or Harold’s in The Purple Crayon. This isn’t such a bad thing when dreaming of princesses or unicorns, but a mere mention of those things that lurk once the lights go off and they become tangible and terrifying.

I’ve always been this way. My father taught me a passage from Dune while I was in elementary school and each night as I took our dog out before heading up to bed, I’d whisper into the darkness:

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past
I will turn my inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain

Halloween is a challenge for children like me. We pick the friendly costumes –- I believe I was a puppy on four separate years. We skirt the houses with spooky décor and haunted music – no candy bar is worth the trauma. We seek out friends who won’t laugh if we scream, or cry, or want to go home early. And despite all of these preparations, there’s always that older kid hiding in the bushes with the bloody mask, or the parent who’s cut a hole in the bottom of the candy bowl, so when you reach in to take a Tootsie Pop, she reaches up and grabs your hand. The bowls I sent flying with candy scattered everywhere, were so not my fault.

Family stories debate whether it was Child’s Play the movie or just a preview I happened across early one morning when I was seven and up too early for my own good. It doesn’t really matter if it was a two-minute ad or the whole film, because the result was the same: my younger brother’s My Buddy doll made me hyperventilate. We had to get rid of it.

In middle school I watched Poltergeist at a Halloween party. I have slept with my closet door shut every single night since then.

For the most part, as long as I avoid scary situations, everything goes well, but some times scary sneaks in. In high school, scary was suddenly “cool.” Despite parental warnings and don’t-you-complain-when-you-can’t-sleep threats, I went with a group of friends to see Scream.

I didn’t complain to my parents, but after they went to bed, I turned on every light in the house and waited for my older sister to come home from her date. Then I begged to sleep on the floor of her room. And whined further until she let me turn her closet light on too – of course the closet door had to be shut.

And scary movie DATES? Disaster. Guys tended to love that I gripped their hands with all the strength in mine. The fact that I flinched against their shoulders, buried my face in their shirts, and shrieked – that was ‘adorable.’

But afterward? Linger in a car for post-movie conversation and kisses? Had they seen the same movie I had? Cars are not monster-proof. And when they walked me to my door, all I could think about was getting safely on the other side of it and throwing the deadbolt. And, if I’m going to admit I’m a wimp to the level of infinity, I might as well confess the ultimate scary movie date blunder.

Um, I bit someone. Not like a vampire. It was just that my hand was being held and I needed it to cover my eyes. My frantic tugging was interpreted a sign to hold my fingers tighter. On the screen a knife had been unsheathed; blood was imminent. I was in a state of panic where words were not an option, and in this state, applying my teeth to the back of his hand seemed completely logical.

There was not a second date.

St. Matt and I have seen one scary movie together. Make that ½ a scary movie. Less than an hour into the film, I decided I’d had enough. I told him I needed a breather, released his hand from my circulation-stopping death grip, and ran for the lobby.

I headed for the cardboard marquis of a Disney movie, planning to stare at cartooned innocence until the credits played. Before I reached it, someone grabbed my arm from behind. I screamed. As every patron in the lobby turned toward the white-face teen in front of The Tigger Movie display, I turned and found St. Matt suppressing a grin.

“You’re scared. Let’s go back to campus,” he said – holding out his hand. How could I not kiss him right there in the lobby? (And marry him four years later).

So, I read scary stories during daylight hours. My jack o’lanterns have smiles. My Halloween decorations are cute instead of creepy. The only Stephen King I’ve read is On Writing and you can cross Zombieland off the list of places you’ll run into me.

If, by some miracle, you manage to drag me to a scary movie someday and I bite you, please keep in mind that this isn’t a sign of the zombie apocalypse. Just let me cover my eyes and no one will get hurt.

Better yet, meet me in the lobby after it’s over. I’ll be the one hiding behind the G-rated marquis and repeating I must not fear in a voice that’s slightly quivery.

18 Replies to “Why I Don’t Watch Scary Movies”

  1. Hee! Aw, BB – talent comes from over-active imaginations! And apparently so do husbands. 😉 LOVED this post. I promise never to sneak up on you, and I’m keeping my hands away from your teeth. 😀

  2. Irish… we’ll swap stories someday. I’m glad I’m not the only crazypants wimp out there. Um, not that I’m calling you a crazypants wimp…

    Emily – It’s a deal, you promise never to sneak up (or make me watch one of your scarifying movies) and I promise never to bite you.

  3. Hi Tiffany 🙂
    Thanks for the great post.
    I have an over-active imagination too.
    Have you ever had a nightmare and had to turn on the light to get back to sleep? *I have*
    All the best,

  4. RK – It’s quite possible that I scared myself so much writing this blog, that I slept with a light on LAST night. Where do I sign up for my wimp award? Thanks!

  5. I am almost in sync with you on this. I kind of freak out at seriously scary/bloody movies, but I think the funny ones (like the Evil Dead trilogy, or Shaun of the Dead)are hilarious & great fun to watch.

    BTW, have I mentioned that I love St. Matt? He is so sweet to you–no wonder you married him. 🙂

  6. I will try again. 🙂

    I’m with you on seriously scary/bloody movies, but I enjoy the funny ones, like the Evil Dead Trilogy or Shaun of the Dead (zombies–but Really Funny zombies). So, I guess laughter trumps my wimpiness.

    BTW, I just love St. Matt. He is so sweet to you–no wonder you married him. 🙂

  7. Linda – I am too much of wuss to attempt the scary-funny combo. I did watch the Thriller music video last year… I think this is progress.

    As for St. Matt, I love him too 😀

    T.O.T. – You’ll have to tell me which preview it was. I started crying at a movie once, b/c there was a preview for BRIDE OF CHUCKY. This was another highly successful date…

    Suze – That’s it: RAINBOW BRITE, PRIDE & PREJUDICE and THE WORST WITCH marathon at SCBWI NYC! …And we’ll sleep with the closet door shut.

  8. I can’t remember what made me scared of the dark, but I’ve never been able to tolerate scary movies. Once when I was 8 or 9, I went to a friend’s birthday party and they were watching scary movies, Child’s Play, Halloween, etc. and I ended up in her mom’s room watching a ballroom dance contest.
    I don’t know if you watch Angel but one of the best episodes had to do with Angel being turned into a puppet to fight evil puppets controlling children through the TV and, while it is one of my favorites, I can’t look at my child’s Elmo doll the same way. So I know how you feel.

  9. Anon – Well, if you ever want a job as a bodyguard/monster chaser-awayer/closet & under the bed inspector…

    Andrea – No, I have NOT seen that episode of Angel, and I think I’ll make sure I DON’T! Eep! I love that you and Friend’s Mom watched ballroom dancing. hee

  10. Lulz, the Anon comment cracked me up. ROCK ON, ANON! And also ROCK ON, TIFFANY! It’s okay to know your limits re: horror movies. So you can’t sit through some scary movies–your Fearless Summer is indication enough that you’re no chicken. 🙂 Love this entry, bb!

  11. Courtney – agreed! We need more brave people like Anon to balance out the not-so-brave ones. And TY, I will continue to be Fearless in all things not involving blood & horror. 🙂

  12. I know just how you feel. My imagination runs wild all of the time, and every day I can’t help but feel that something could go wrong. I absolutely hate scary movies, they do not help my extreme sense of paranoia whatsoever.

  13. Olivia – Welcome to the club of people who wear their Scaredy Pants with pride.

    Just this week I managed to have multiple nightmares about Shutter Island… based on only having seen the COMMERCIALS. Sometimes I wish my imagination would STOP running wild and start behaving!

  14. Pleased to not be the only one like this. I watched the grudge twice when it first came out and to this day it’s still in my mind :/ and not that damn Anna Belle movie trailer comes on every freakin channel and it freaks me out! Ugh almost hiperventalate tryi to mute it in time. :/

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