By Sarah Bloom Lifestyles Writer
A bump in the night, a wayward shadow or just the feeling like someone is watching you. I would dare to say that not one person in this world, besides the youngest of course, hasn’t scared or spooked themselves at one time or another.
I do not believe in ghosts, but I do believe that people can let their imagination conjure up some terrifying situations or illusions. A family friend once told me she awoke one night only to find a full bodied apparition standing before her with long black hair and a white gown. It took her a few moments to realize that she was staring at her own reflection in a floor length mirror. With all the horrible and unthinkable things existing in this world in the human form the reality of a ghost pales in comparison.
Though I admittedly do not believe in the supernatural occurrence of ghostly figures I will confess there have been times that I have scared myself. I could not count the times I have come up from the basement after turning all the lights out and felt the undeniable urge to dart up those stairs and slam the door behind me. This is probably a result of being a horror movie fan. I love a good scary movie, but it is hard to get some of the images and scenes out of your mind. Once they get stuck in there they pop back up at the worst times.
When I was about nine or ten years old me, my brother and some close, family friends thought it would be a great idea to watch a “Friday the 13th” movie as many times as we possibly could in one day. This turned out to be a huge mistake (you are welcome to say “duh” here). Anyway, toward the end of our marathon, monster movie day my brother and one of our friends snuck out the back door and proceeded to peck on windows and scratch down the sides of the trailer in a very successful attempt at scaring us. Looking back I can say it was a pretty funny joke, but at the time there was no humor to be found.
As a result I wound up with many sleepless nights and learned a hard lesson from my total lack of judgment in watching such a morbid show repetitively. I could not even walk in another room alone without the fear of something grabbing me.
Not only do I love a good scary movie, but I am a huge fan of great haunted houses. For several years in a roll my friends and I made it a point to find a good spook house or haunted trail to try our luck at and catch a few laughs. Our all time favorite was the “Trail of Terror” in Lexington. One year my good friend Jessica went along though she was somewhat of an unwilling participant. After quite a bit of cajoling she agreed to go through this haunted trail with us. Right from the start she was practically climbing onto our backs trying to get away from whatever creepy creature was around the next bend.
Halfway through this trail you had to enter an old school bus through the back emergency exit and walk the length of it out the front door. Just as we neared the back of the bus a freaky looking man with a fake chainsaw jumped from behind the trees and started revving the piece of machinery. All I remember is hearing Jessica scream and then seeing her backside as she disappeared into the darkness. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone run that fast through the pitch black night before. We finally found her waiting back at the car. After that experience she never went through another haunted house with us again.
Imaginations can be a beautiful thing, but also a terrifying nightmare. When you let it run wild the smallest thing can give you a good case of the willies. Out of all the movies and crazy “haunted” houses I have been through the one thing that absolutely creeps me out is anything to do with children. I know that sounds strange coming from a woman with four of her own, but it’s the truth. I will not watch or at least I try to avoid any scary movie that involves evil children or anything of that type. Nothing freaks me out more than to be lying in bed at night and roll over only to find one of the boys just standing there at the side of my bed or better yet, be standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light. Geez, it makes my skin crawl just thinking of it.
Personally, I don’t think fear is in ghosts, goblins or the monster under the bed, but in the unknown. It is easy to be comfortable in familiar surroundings and around friendly faces, but throw a curve ball of doubt in the mix and you get an instant case of suspicion and suspicion turns to fear. I don’t see anything wrong with getting a good laugh out of spooking yourself or some else as long as it is done in good hearted fun.
Have a safe and blessed week. May your sorrows be few, your joys be many, and may the good Lord lead you every step.