I love Halloween, because dressing up is fun, of course. But more importantly, I really, really love horror movies. The problem I have is that my husband is *not* a fan of such things. Too scary. Plummeting down a mountain on a bicycle? Not scary. The trailer for Paranormal Activity II? TOO SCARY.
The real issue here is that I can’t watch them when he’s around. But when he’s away and I have the house (and DVD player) to myself, well, that is bad news. My imagination runs away with me. I don’t sleep. I imagine ominous figures looming outside my sliding glass doors. I hear bumps in the basement. Did I leave that closet door slightly ajar? Eeek.
And all this horror-movie-induced paranoia of mine is actually making the situation worse. I have so many cinematically-based fears that I’ve reinforced his belief that scary movies are not a good idea.
Here is a partial list:
-basements (obviously)
-attics (of course)
-old-timey wheelchairs
-music boxes
-stick figures
-microfiche
-pale, serious children
That is only a small sample. It would be longer if I included books (I could barely function after reading Zodiac).
It’s probably a good thing that Pete is preventing me from exposing myself to these things. If only he could have stopped me from reading these:
http://thehairpin.com/2012/10/wikipedia-entries-to-read-in-the-dark
Happy Halloween!