The first time you were scared. Geesh, what did you think I meant?
I was frightened at an early age, and I actually remember it. I don't recall my exact age (it was a rather moving target, since everyone kept measuring it in months), but I was still in a crib. My mom had a 45 record of Tennessee Ernie Ford. One side had, I think, John Henry on it. The other side was 16 Tons.
John Henry I could take. 16 Tons made me want to leap from my skin and run to safety. I still don't know why.
It convinced my mom that I was a rather fragile thing, emotionally, so she never allowed me to watch horror movies, which only perpetuated my fear of being frightened. Tomorrow I'll tell you of the first time I enjoyed the thrill of fear, or at least of being creeped out.
In the meantime, what was your first scare? Tell me in the comments. I promise I won't use it for evil. Only good.
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The first time I remember being scared was when I was about five. My mom was cutting my brother's hair, and the tv was on. He'd put on a black and white vampire movie. I was TERRIFIED of vampires (you know, back before they sparkled and day-walked). I remember the scene vividly, of the vampire being staked in his coffin. Why did I stay and watch it? I don't know. But from then on, I swore there were vampires in my closet.
Wow, I can't believe I just admitted all that. Ah, well.
Bela Lugosi didn't frighten me as a vampire, but that creepy Nosferatu sure made me want to sleep with one eye open. And the book, Dracula - I thought that was actually scary.
You know whose fault it is that we have sparkly vampires? Frank Langella. He made vampires sexy. Naughty, naughty Frank.
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