The title of this post says it all. I was a total fraidy cat as a kid. Total. I only ever remember watching one episode of Scooby Doo and I was embarrassingly old (I'd guess at least ten or eleven) and I wouldn't shower for months after because that involved closing your eyes and when whichever character on Scooby-doo closed his eyes in the shower, someone peeked out from behind a tile that moved and then the whole tub and shower went down some terrifying rollercoaster track to a dungeon. Phew...
Shower? No way. I'll take a bath. At least when you bath you can keep an eye out for moving tiles.
And The Wizard of Oz? I honestly, without a lie, think I may have been well into my twenties before I actually saw that film all the way through. However old I was on my first attempt, I was so freaked out, I didn't even bother to try again until I'd already gotten through The Amityville Horror. Oh, the flies, the flies! Why did I go to that movie? Why was I allowed in? I was only seventeen! Why wasn't it restricted? Oh, the humanity.
And recurring nightmares. The only one I remember as a child involved a witch at the window (I blame The Wizard of Oz for that one, too) whereas most of my nightmares these days involve various parts of my house falling into total disrepair. Oh, wait. That one's still true even when I'm awake. ;-)
But I'm much better with the scary now. I somehow let Molly and Sinead talk me into seeing SAW when it first came out, and Sinead dragged both Molly and I to see the IMAX version of Alien when it was re-released a few years ago, and after seeing Pan's Labyrinth at the TIFF I became a big fan of Guillermo del Toro -- although it did take more than one sitting to get through Mimic when I rented the DVD.
And I do like a good suspenseful read such as Eileen's HOLD BACK THE DARK.
Happy belated release week, Eileen!