I got tagged by WIGSF to complete this meme of five things that frightened me when I was a child.

1) Bloody Mary and I'm not talking about the drink. I remember being in grade 3 or so and being told all about Bloody Mary, the scary woman that lived in the mirror. I was told to turn all of the lights out, put my finger to the mirror and say her name 13 times and poof she would appear with blood running down her face. I attempted this a few times and chickened out before I hit 13. I was so terrified that Mary would appear in my bedroom mirror on her own that I removed it from my bedroom and for years and years refused to have a mirror in my room.


2) I was quite young when I watched Psycho for the 1st time as it was playing on the television. I shut the movie off, demanded my parents come back inside (they were outside doing yard work though it was getting dark) and I couldn't sleep for days I was terrified.

3) I used to sleep sprawled out on the bed, limbs hanging over the edge until this one particular evening. I woke up to something hitting my hand......I held my breath, mustered all of the courage I possibly could and smacked whatever it was touching me. It felt hard.......was probably the cat playing with my finger tips or something but from that day forth I was freaked out about what was lurking under my bed and not once has a hand nor leg drifted past the edge of my bed since.

4) Unsolved Mysteries always intrigued/scared the crap out of me. Robert Stacks voice was soooo eerie; I remember watching an episode in my dark basement when all of a sudden the TV started to turn green and flip like crazy. It was most likely the picture tube but tell that to a creeped out little girl. I was certain the woman who had been thrown off a cliff was somehow inside my television taunting me.

5) I was always a little weary of strangers. I remember walking home one day and a car slowing down......I walked up the closest lawn I saw nonchalantly pretending I lived there when the car pulled right into the driveway and my heart went crazy. Turns out the person driving lived in the house and was slowing down to let me pass over their driveway before they pulled in.