I love horror movies (and no, that's not my confession). I've been watching horror movies since I was a small child. I loved Freddy Krueger and the Crypt Keeper. I remember watching Critters over and over on cable. The violence never registered on my radar; I loved the way the bounty hunter's face kept changing. My dad let me rent a schlocky, gory (and yes, cheesy, because this was the eighties) movie called Slaughter High and I watched it alone--as an eight year-old.
Thing is, those movies didn't really scare me. One or two very specific things freaked me out a little (Marty's laugh at the end of Slaughter High, for example, made me hide behind the recliner until the video tape stopped playing and it rewound itself). But for the most part, no. Not too scared of them.
I don't remember ever having a nightmare about Freddy or anything else in those horror movies.
Know what I did have nightmares about as a kid?
Yep. And not because it was an awful movie, and not because it starred Richard Pryor. No, because of the scene at the end when Annie Ross gets turned into a scary-ass cyborg.
GAH! I can't even look at that without shuddering. I RAN into the kitchen and HID during that scene the first time. And every time after I watched that movie on television, I hid. I hated that scene, but I loved Superman, so I'd watch any of the movies.
So that's my big Halloween, Scaredy-Cat Confession.