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Since it is so close to Halloween, I figured I would choose a weird fact in the spooky vein.
I have an unnatural fear of anything supernatural. Seriously. Unnatural. Things that should not be scary scare the bejeezus out of me.
For example, raise your hand if you think any of the below are bone chillingly terrifying:
- The Sixth Sense
- Haunted Houses and Hayrides geared toward toddlers and adolescents
- The dark
- Showering alone
- The phrase "Bloody Mary"
- Ouija boards
- Basements
- Attics
- The phrase "Blair-Witching it in the corner."
I blame my siblings, I'll have you know. It's only fair - they blame me for a whole lot of crap that was not necessarily my fault, a.k.a. being born.
Paul told me the spirit of an Indian (Native American) lived in the basement and to watch out for flying arrows as I walked down the stairs. He also told me the monsters in the basement were particularly fond of the taste of little girl. I learned to sprint the stairs three at a time if I ever needed to be in the basement.
Adam was convinced that he had a Shroud of Turin-esque Jesus imprint on his bedroom wall and adored Alice Cooper. Can we all say creepy?
Jennifer let me watch Psycho when I was nine, then proceeded to feign ignorance two weeks later on Halloween when my mother threw me in the shower after a particularly egg and shaving cream filled night and I screamed bloody murder when the pink color I had sprayed in my hair ran blood red in the shower. Hello?
Also, I grew up 45 minutes from Sleepy Hollow. Seriously.
Is it any wonder that I'm a big 'fraidy cat?
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