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Fears

This is a post I put up a year ago at this time, but it’s still pertinent!

Two of the scariest memories I’ve had stem from two movies that I saw when I was a child and both of them have to do with the bathroom. No, I’m not kidding.The first was the 1950’s sci-fi B-movie, The Blob. Considered a mild classic in this day and age, the intensity of the scenes for a youngster gave me nightmares for weeks, maybe months. Well into my teens, it burdened me with an unreasonable fear.

If you’ve never seen the movie, it is the story of an alien life form that looks like a muddy snowball, crawls like an amoeba and eats whatever it comes into contact with.

My terror struck when it visited a movie theater. The creeping mass of ick squeezed its way through the ventilation system. I remember the look of it coming through one of those ceiling vents with all the little bars across it. Just like the one directly above the toilet in my bathroom.

For years after seeing that movie, I went potty staring straight up at the ceiling. No dawdling! I was positive that if I looked down for even a second, an ugly drip of that monster would fall right on my head, and I’d be a goner.

At least my grandmother didn’t have a vent like that in her bathroom. But she did have a window right beside the toilet. Which brings me to my second fright, this one much worse than the first.

In 1972, a guy from Texarkana, TX borrowed $160K and made a docu-drama with his own camera about a local legend on the Arkansas-Louisiana border. It ended up netting $20 million, scaring the tar out of anyone who dared to watch The Legend of Boggy Creek.

My dad was guilty of this one, too. He took us to the G-rated Legend twice. I swear, I can hardly look at the poster without getting the heebie-jeebies. I can remember lines and images from that movie like I saw it yesterday. One of the most vivid recollections is of this guy whose house is getting attacked by Bigfoot. Why he would choose the middle of an attack to go to the bathroom, I’ll never know, but Bigfoot stuck his arm through the bathroom window (which was just like my grandmother’s) trying to get to the guy and almost succeeded.

Funny how images can haunt you. My third greatest fear is posted here. I know my precious redhead was terrified of Chuck E Cheese and my dear boy had a nightmare that Big Bird from Sesame Street walked into his room through his window. Guess there are a few vivid imaginations at my place.

So what scared you as you grew up? Storms, stories, artwork? Leave a comment, or link to a story in your blog.

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Author: Marji Laine

Marji is a homeschooling mom with teenage twins left in the nest. She spends her days transporting to and from volleyball, teaching writing classes at a local coop, and directing the children’s music program at her church. Raised in suburban Dallas, she got her first taste of writing through the stories of brilliant authors of their day, Mignon Eberhart and Phyllis A. Whitney, and through stage experience. After directing and acting in productions for decades, Marji started writing her own scripts. From that early beginning, she delved into creating scintillating suspense with a side of Texas sassy. She invites readers to unravel their inspiration, seeking a deeper knowledge of the Lord’s Great Mystery that invites us all.

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