When I was around 11 I was taken to see "Poltergeist" with a big group of girls I was in a singing/dancing group with. Since I usually felt out of step with everyone I didn't want to chicken out. This was my chance to "hang out" with the inner sanctum of the group. Not to be dramatic, but, that movie actually shattered my life as I knew it. From that point on I experienced such paralyzing fear each night that I insisted on falling asleep on the couch while my parents were still up and I would sleep there most nights. Occasionally I would wake up in fear, gather my courage and tip-toe through the dark house to my step-dad's bedside and lightly tap his shoulder. He would then come out to the living room with me and we would play gin until my eyes closed.
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that movie damaged me for YEARS.
I'm glad I wasn't the only one, although it sucked all the same :(
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