Day 25: I Sometimes Freak Myself Out..

When I was a younger, I was always fascinated with stories of ghosts, witches, myths and urban legends.

The obsession began when I started reading about the Egyptian civilization at the library.

What fascinated me most was a thin, children's book on the process of embalming. 

(y'know, putting a hook up the persons nose to get their brains out, etc)

ah, my childhood. 

Later on in life, I was obsessed with Roman/Greek/Norse Mythology, witches, then ghosts.

other people didn't appreciate my interest in them..

She punched me out of instinct..
When she found out it was me she said I deserved to be punched in the face...::tear::.

It wasn't until I was in 7th grade or so when I went to see "The Ring" with my friend, 

That a whole new fear was born. 

That movie, even though the ending was kind of ridiculous..in my opinion, scared me..really badly.

meanwhile..in the audience..

all of us freaked out so bad. Everyone screamed at the person whose phone rang..

I felt bad that he was crying from fear too..

I learned later that it was an american remake of the Japanese original entitled "Ringu"

I was also told that its about 10 times scarier than "The Ring"

I immediately went to Blockbuster to rent it.

This was unfortunately the time where I didn't own a laptop. 

These days I only watch horror films in the safety of my room.

underneath my blanket, with my laptop.

doors locked.

after going to the bathroom. (that way I didn't have to go out into the dark..)
you'll see why.

We had one dvd player set up in one part of the house.

far from the staircase..that leads to the safety of my room

I was home alone at the time, my parents and brother went to Roscoe.

I popped in the dvd..

not really knowing what I was getting myself into. 

Lets just say that when it was over..

I was made into a quivering mass of fail.

I was so scared. All I wanted to do was go into my bed and hide under the covers.

But the problem was..it was too far. 

I can't just leave on the light an make my way upstairs. 

Its one of my mothers cardinal rules. DO NOT LEAVE THE ON IF YOU'RE NOT USING IT

I thought I'd stay in that room for the night...yea..

but then...I was freaked out again.

On one side of the room, the whole wall is glass, and it looks out into the backyard. 

The curtain that covers the view is broken so I couldn't cover it. 

Every time I laid down to sleep..my over reactive imagination would think that some Japanese woman would be out there...watching me..

I couldn't handle it...I wanted to go into my room. NOW

I got up, not looking at the backyard. 

The hardest part for me would be to turn off the light and make my way to my room. 

I crept slowly to the stairs.

every little noise...making me huddle down like a pansy.

The stairs were the biggest challenge..the light for it was broken so I couldn't turn it on.

Luckily for me, my room is right at the top of the stairs...all I had to do was run up it and into the safety of my room.

Ok, i'm in my room, thanking Edison for creating the lightbulb and all its glory..

When I calm down,under the covers,  I have a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. 

I curse my bladder, I tell myself...no you're gonna have to wait..

I talk to myself til I can't take it anymore..

I muster up the courage to go out into the dark..

I crept carefully into the hallway


I open the bathroom door slowly..


then I turn on the light..

Then I screamed.


My own reflection scared the shit out of me.


When you walk into the upstairs bathroom, you immediately see yourself..

unfortunately for me. (My hair was long at the time, so I kind of looked like the ghost from Ringu..)


My mother consoled me from the ordeal the next day..


in her own way...