I’m not a fan of Halloween. No – let me rephrase that; I like Halloween – the candy, the cutesy little kids coming to my door and asking for said candy. I do NOT like the horror movies that come along with the “holiday.” I don’t like being scared. I don’t like having to lock myself in my house and being paranoid by every noise I hear in or outside our house. I especially don’t like going anywhere near cemeteries, clowns or voice distorters. I digress …
I’m pretty sure my distaste for the thrills and chills of horror started when I was 10 or 11. It was around Halloween, and the USA Network had a horror marathon on with various scary movies. My friend and I would try to act cool around her older brother and sister and watch the movies with them, but secretly, I was terrified out of my mind. These movies, while they may go down in history as great classics, are my least favourite Halloween movies.
One of them was A Nightmare on Elm Street. That face, those claws … I was afraid to go to sleep.
Another? Child’s Play. That red-headed, blue-eyed doll was the beginning of my fear of clowns, and I will never give my child a doll because of him. I’m pretty sure the only movie from the series, if it even counts, is the Bride of Chucky. It’s not even scary, really.
Finally – Scream. Ghostface to this day scares the piss out of me, but at least I know to never, EVER run upstairs while being chased, or that I will fit through a cat door in a garage door.
There’s another movie out there, but I don’t remember the name, that features the Mr. Sandman song during the credits. Because of that movie, this song gives me the heebie jeebies.
So, there you have it. Sorry, Basement fans. Scary movie fan I am not.