I couldn't sleep the whole night again. I'm not too sure why cause my body is feeling like X_x but my eyes are just o_o.
I spent a good portion of the night watching a movie adapted from the Stephen King novel Pet Sematary.
Now, my eyes are like O_O
As y'all should know, Stephen King is the ultimate horror-fiction-whatever writer (to me). He's really good at it and I've watched a few movies that were adapted from his books but this one tonight was the ultimate spook fest.
It's about this little ancient burial ground, where if a dead anything is buried there, it'll come back to live at midnight. The only thing is, this burial ground hasn't been used for a very long time and the ground has turned 'sour' and everything that's buried there will come back with a thirst for a good bloody murder, of sorts.
Good movie. Go watch.
The movie got me thinking about my fears.
I realised that all my fears started from a movie. Not the tiny fears, the ones that will get me shaking and trembling in fear (no exaggeration).
My claustrophobia. This one is a great story to tell. I sat down with my Dad, actually, my Dad sat me down to watch this 'good' movie with him one night. In this 'good' movie, the man is mistaken for dead and buried alive. He then wakes up in his enclosed coffin and starts to pound against the coffin begging to be let out ._. Yes. I was about... 6? I went to sleep that night, thinking that one day, somebody is gonna make the same mistake thinking that I'm dead when I'm really just asleep and bury me alive. And one thing led to another and now, I'm claustrophobic. Great, isn't it? (That, by the way, was also my FIRST introduction to death! We'll get to this later)
And then, my second sister decided to play a little game with me which she considered very 'fun'. We had this rattan trunk previously, in our old home, where we kept our toys. One day, she was too free and cleaned out the trunk to play some twisted game where you'll be locked in (one too many magic shows, I reckon). So, she decided to demonstrate why it's so fun and she went in. The thing is, I opened it when she wanted to get out. So, not realising she wasn't claustrophobic at that time, I went in too. Then!, she sat on the cover and refused to let me out. -.- Gave me a great idea what the guy in the coffin must have felt like. I started screaming and crying and it took my parents' yelling to get her off. Lol!!
Around the same age, I was watching ANOTHER one of my Dad's 'good' movies. In this one, a girl was leaning over the edge when someone sneaks up on her and pushes her off and this was a very high building. After that, whenever I'm very high up, I refuse to look down cause I'm afraid someone will push me over. (Hence, why I was so afraid up on Kellie's Castle, people) I know nobody will do it but I unconsciously just keep away.
And the whole death thing -.- Seriously, I would have led a death-thinking-free childhood if it wasn't for that bloody movie.
The moment I watched the fella get locked up in a coffin my tiny head just filled with questions. And my parents are the kind who wouldn't lie at all to you cause it's against their child-raising policy or something.
So I asked my Dad
'What's he doing in there?'
-'They thought he was dead'
'What's that?'
-'That's a coffin.. for dead people'
'Why's he dead?'
-'Everybody dies, dear, even you and me :)'
'How do you die?'
-'Of old age or sickness'
'What happens when you die?!'
-'You meet God :)'
Whoa! Too much for a hardly developed brain!
:S LOL!
It's really funny, how I was shaped XD!
And despite how... odd it may seem, I enjoy thinking about it, seriously.
I guess, you could say these were my childhood highlights. That and my stupid scar on my forehead *sigh*. I've checked my forehead obsessively since I was 5. Every single day. Just to make sure the scar is fading. It HAS faded, but people still notice it :S
P/S: My nails are finally painted! No more models to make so I'm primping :) I've painted it a bright chilli red that's very 80's. Lol! I'll go scare my brother later.
