Tis the season to be scary! Yes, Halloween, a holiday that feeds on fear, is quickly approaching. But you won’t be seeing me in any haunted houses or wearing a mask from those Scream movies. Call me a wimp, but I don’t get my kicks from being scared.
I’m not a scaredy cat per se. Ok, well maybe I have to hit the mute button when the music in a scary movie starts getting creepy. But I just don’t see the entertainment value in having nightmares. And it’s one nightmare in particular that ruined scary movies for me forever.
I must have been 11 or 12 years old when I saw the movie Jagged Edge with Glenn Close and Jeff Bridges. It’s a courtroom thriller about a man accused of a violent murder. Not exactly the kind of movie a tween should be watching. But I watched the entire movie, including the ending that left me with such horrible dreams of masked men wielding gigantic killer knives that I ended up sleeping on a cot in my parents’ room that night. And because of that final scene, to this day, I can’t sleep with my feet outside the covers. I also have never watched that movie again. It traumatized me!
I’m not scared of Nightmare on Elm Street or Poltergeist (because those are outrageously fake and could never happen). I’m not scared of the Blair Witch Project (because I thought it was dumb). And I’m only marginally scared of the Scream movies (marginally because they remind me of drinking beer in college). But most scary movies that could maybe kinda sorta happen, like Silence of the Lambs (the reason I don’t drink chianti), The Shining (the reason the term cabin fever gives me the heebie jeebies) , Copycat (the reason I hate public restrooms), and of course, Jagged Edge are the ones that terrify me. Does that make me a scaredy cat?
So this Halloween, as with every Halloween, I’m playing it safe. No haunted houses. No creepy costumes. No spooky decorations. And the scariest movie I’ll be watching is It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.