This is hard to admit in public (though many already know the truth): when it comes to scary movies, I am a 34-year-old, 6-foot-tall wuss. Being scared just doesn’t appeal to me and the few times that I’ve watched a scary movie on the big screen, I left the theater with my shoulders touching my ears, frozen with tension.
My almost-irrational fear of horror movies began when I was young, about second grade. My friends on the playground would actually want to pretend to be Jason and Freddy Krueger and even Leatherface. We could do this because we had a friend whose parents let him watch R-rated movies and he would tell us what was going on in the splatter films of the day.
Though I took advantage of that friend to watch brutal action movies like Robocop, Predator, and Robot Jox, I could never watch any of the Friday the 13ths or Nightmares on Elm Streets. I am not kidding when I say that the boxes at the video store were enough to give me nightmares (especially that Freddy Krueger, who my friends always made me play! I had to be the child molester? LAME.)
What’s even worse is that when I was in my 20s, I began watching those films to see if they were actually scary and they weren’t. At all. Fer Chrissakes, the psycho murderer in the first Friday the 13th is actually (warning: spoiler alert) Jason’s Mom! And we’re not talking about some kind of zombie monster with a thirst for blood, it’s literally Jason’s middle-aged mom, who could’ve come from any small white suburb. SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND SHE’S WEARING A TOTAL MOM SWEATER. (See it here: Mrs. Voorhees)
I still don’t watch scary movies but I know that I’m not alone — my wife always wants me to change the channel when ads for horror movies come on TV (and I’m right with her). So, if you’re like me and don’t want to embrace anything frightening (or participate in the almost ritualistic activity of getting drunk while dressed as something un-fun as a sexy nurse), here are five things I truly would consider doing this Halloween.