By: Serena Sana
It was 10 pm on a Wednesday night not too long ago. Gina once asked us what our favorite scary movie/book was; mine was The Strangers. I was sitting in my parent’s house watching TV when the doorbell rings at 10 pm. Without giving much away, that doorbell reminded me of the beginning of the movie and naturally I begin to panic. My mom goes to answer the door, checks the peephole and proclaims no one is there. Great, now we have a ghost serial killer. She then notices a package is left on the porch. I see this immediately as a trap and inform my mother that under no circumstances is she to open that door. Turns out, our neighborhood has a tradition of “Booing.” (Booing is when someone in your neighborhood leaves a gift, typically food or something small related to the holiday, rings the doorbell and runs away so you do not see them. You then put up the paper ghost in your window so that someone does not come to your house again and you proceed to Boo someone new.) Crisis averted?
Halloween 2012, I was home writing a paper and my roommates had all gone out to celebrate the holiday. I heard sounds downstairs and knew something wasn’t right. I carefully walked down the stairs to see what was happening (bad idea), only to find Cookie Monster standing in my dining room. My flight or fight response that night was flight and I headed out the door and returned soon with backup. Thankfully, he was gone. I learned that when everyone left, they didn’t close the back door; we still don’t know who was in the costume.
Our water meter is in our basement and you can get to the basement without going through the house (again, who thought this was a good idea). I come home after class one day to 4 of my roommates huddled in a corner saying there were people in our basement. I go downstairs and the two guys look up at me and tell me there are here to fix our broken water meter. I stand there for the duration of their repairs and then walk them out. All the while, I could not help but think about how bad guys use uniforms to deceive their victims into trusting them.
Each of those stories is just an example of all the little things that happen in my life that I somehow turn horrifying. Luckily, most of the time I do not read into every situation but sometimes the there is one tiny element that just reminds me of that one scary movie I saw years ago or something Gina mentioned in class that turns a normal day to day occurrence into my biggest nightmare. I do not go looking for ways to turn drinking water into a scary ordeal; my brain does it for me. Rather than me relating my life to horrifying situations, I think horror is based on real life events. Is everyone’s lives filled with experiences that can be turned scary in a heartbeat? Do you think it has anything to do with how popular horror is?