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