In honor of Craig’s post about Paranormal Activity, I thought I’d share with you all a horrific flash from my childhood involving an otherwise not-so-scary movie. So I was maybe 13 or 14 when this fine cinematic gem was released:
I’ll refresh the plot for those of you who made the mistake of missing this one. A creepy old widow is murdered by the townspeople after they think she murdered two children who later return home safe and sound. She comes back to haunt children on the night they lose their last baby tooth — she was called “Tooth Fairy” when she was alive — but can be warded off by staying in the light. Lots of people die because they don’t believe this one guy who saw his mom get killed by her when he was young, but then he destroys her at the lighthouse, setting her soul free forevahhhh.
Aaaanyway, my dad and I went to see this movie. We came home and I went upstairs to my room. I was working on the computer with the rest of the upstairs dark when, out of the corner of my eye, I see this black flying thing whooshing toward me just like the freaky-as-hell Tooth Fairy lady. I SCREAM BLOODY MURDER, swatting the thing away. As it hits the ground, I see my dad at the top of the stairs laughing hysterically — he had thrown my black sweater into my room, knowing it would scare the bejeezus out of me.
The best part about it was our elderly neighbors — on both sides — calling the police, thinking there was some serious shit goin’ down. But you’d scream like a girl too if you thought this bitch were flying at you: