I cracked up when I first saw this picture, and posted it on FaceBook. It brings up a very special family memory for me. The story behind the giggle is kind of cute though but first I wanted to give some background.
I don’t do horror very well. As a little kid, my sister would terrorize me by making me watch Dark Shadows, after which I could be found cowering under the bed.
As a teen, I came of age in the Halloween, and Friday the 13th era, which became popular date films. I almost walked out of The Boogeyman but my date convinced me not to. I remember perhaps 1 scene from each of those, the rest of the time spent hiding behind my hands. I would have walked out on My Bloody Valentine but was a guest at someone else’s home and didn’t want to look childish. So you can see, horror and I never mixed well.
And then, then I married a horror writer. Proof that the Lord does indeed have an interesting sense of humor!
To his credit, the only horror movie Darc ever really strongly encouraged me to watch was The Exorcist. We caught the 30th anniversary release. Afterward, I could only wonder what all the fuss was about.
Eventually I realized that what I really loathe is what I’ve come to call “gorror,” that cross between horror and outright, gratuitous gore. I hate the gory stuff, the bloody, slashing, stabbing, gooey, icky, red yuck. But suspense I can handle okay.
So when the MiniNess was about 4, Darc picked up a copy of Alien, one of his all time favorite horror movies, and wanted to watch it during family movie time. I was a bit dubious. The kids were kind of little for that, I thought. But we put it in figuring we could stop it if they seemed like they were getting scared. During the first “facehugger” scene, the scene where the creature leaps onto John Hurt’s face and attaches itself, which startled me since it was the first time I’d ever seen it myself, I heard the little gasps come out of the kids. Oh here we go! I thought, they’re going to freak out and have nightmares and I shouldn’t have let them see this and …
“Can we watch it again, Daddy? Can you back up so we can see it again? That was so cool!”
This is my 4 year old? My sweet, precious, baby girl? She wants to see it again?!
“That’s my girl!” exclaimed the proud daddy.
She couldn’t handle the sight of the vacuum at the time, that sent her screaming to her bed to hide under the covers, but the facehugger in Alien was definitely not a problem.
Yep, that’s not thunder you hear, those are heavenly guffaws.
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