Every time I step in to my shower I am about 90% sure that somebody is going to break in to my house and stab me while I am washing my face.
Because you can’t see what is going on when your eyes are closed and you can’t open your eyes when there is soap on them. WHAT TO DO?
When I go into my kitchen in the middle of the night to get a glass of water there will either be a killer clown outside of my window or Geoff Tate from Queensryche.
Speaking of clowns, I am pretty sure that the clown from Poltergeist lives under my bed.
I can’t even watch it. You have to tell me if it is the wrong clip.
If it gets very cold quickly, I assume it is the angry dead people. If I am driving alone in a car at night I am afraid a creepy bag lady from the cult* will pop up in my backseat. I don’t even remember which movie that was from, maybe The Believers, but it scared the living crap out of me.
I am afraid of Samara and snakes in my mailbox and Pennywise being in my sewer. I worry about demonic possession and Freddy killing me in my sleep and the Blair Witch and dingoes eating my babies.
When I was in first grade we got HBO and I watched Porky’s like 47 times and it didn’t mess me up at all. I saw Copycat once, as an adult, and I am still scared of Harry Connick Jr.
I am never letting my kids watch scary movies.
I don’t want them to be paranoid like I am, but mostly I just don’t want them sleeping in my bed.
*Not the band. I’m not afraid of those guys.