I Scared Myself to Death Yesterday. Twice.

There was driving wet snow yesterday and I needed to walk to the post office a couple blocks from my house. I bundled up (I’ve been sick), with my big white hat, and my long down coat, put on my new water-proof boots, and tromped through the wet to do my errand. By the time I got home, I was covered in sticky snow that immediately melted in the warmth of my apartment. I took off my hat, my coat, my boots, hung up hat, coat, left boots by the door, and padded off into my toasty-warm apartment to continue on with my day. Literally two minutes later, I came back into the hallway, on my way somewhere else, and saw a tableau at the end that turned my blood to ice. I gasped in horror.

babadook

It was The Babadook.

I had let it in.

The fear subsided, the tide of it rolling out, and I started laughing at how much that image had made me jump. I moved on into my bedroom, did some chores, then came back out into the hallway maybe 10 minutes later where, once again, I saw that tableaux, and once again, JUMPED out of my skin. I scared myself again. In the 10 minutes I had been in my bedroom, I had forgotten about the Babadook.

“That’s it,” I murmured, and went and took the hat and coat down from the hooks. Damn them! Hung them in the closet, out of sight, where they belonged.

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7 Responses to I Scared Myself to Death Yesterday. Twice.

  1. Phil 1.0 says:

    And THAT is why I don’t watch scary movies.

  2. Johnny says:

    I doubt I’m going to watch this movie now..

  3. bainer says:

    In lieu of a basement, a closet will do. :)

    • sheila says:

      That’s definitely what I thought. As long as I don’t have to LOOK at that … even a coat hanging on a hook looks different now. Damn you, Babadook!!

  4. Meghan says:

    On a semi-related note, I feel like I have an obligation to make you aware in case you aren’t already… Essie Davis from Babadook also stars in this light, fluffy Australian murder-mystery series set in the 1920s. You can watch it on Netflix! It’s called “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.” The costumes, sets, and ensemble of characters are all pretty fantastic, even if the stories are a bit formulaic. (Though, let’s be honest, one of the things that is so comforting about murder mystery series is how familiar the formula is.) I hate the term guilty pleasure, but as guilty pleasures go, it’s pretty silly and excellent. Worth checking out if/when you need something light.

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