My Family's History of Horror..kind of

My second oldest sister (Phea the ph is not said like f. It's said like Peer) and I are the only ones who enjoy horror movies, slasher and supernatural. My oldest sister loves the latter because the former feels too real for her. She also scares easily. One time she screamed like Jason was after her with a machete and all I did was poke my head into her room to ask her a question. lol My father laughs at horror movies and my mom can't even handle watching a suspense/thriller without shielding her eyes. She couldn't handle watching Sleeping with the Enemy! It is alleged that she was once possessed by a ghost, was visited by the ghost of her deceased father and lived in Cambodia during the Khmer Rouge's reign. Her feelings towards any horror related run deep.

My mother hates horror so much that for most of my childhood she wouldn't let me be anything scary for Halloween! I was always an angel or princess. She had two reasons for this having this rule. The first was because I'm the baby and a girl. So, she didn't want me to look ugly. Her second reason was...I swear to you she isn't crazy but did grow up being told ghost stories. She feared that I would permanently transform into the monster/demon/ghoul that I was dressed as! LOL She finally did allow me to dress up as a witch but all I could put on was the pointy hat and black dress.

Thank God for Phea! We would watch movies together, all the 80s classics with Freddy, Jason and Michael was the only 70's flick that we saw together. Of course, she had to sneak in these viewings because of my mother.

Her love of horror extended beyond the movie genre. One year she actually got a perfect job working for a Halloween store in the mall. Her job was to dress up as the reaper stand by the entrance and scare the crap out of passersby and customers. She wasn't allowed to touch them so all she did was stand ever so still then step forward. Everyone assumed she was a dummy or statue because she wore a mask and was perfect at not moving. It was awesome because the big black guys who we knew came from Boston (we were living in NH our town had like twenty black people in it lol) would scream but then would pat her on the back while laughing. They would compliment her and either enter the store or continue on their way.

The white guys who grew up in my town which is a NH suburb. These were the guys that acted like they were gangsta wearing baggy clothes and calling each other the n-word. Once my sister stepped forward they turned into total bitches! They'd try to pass it off as if they weren't scared shitless when they clearly were. Unlike the black guys, they didn't thank my sister for the scare. We took great joy in seeing them being exposed for the phonies that they were.

Phea didn't save the scares for her job, she also brought it home. There is one to two year age gap between my cousins and I. We loved having sleepovers and whatnot. They used to love to wake up early but Phea doesn't. One morning they burst into her bedroom trying to wake her up. She wasn't in the mood at all. What did she do? She pretended to be possessed by a demon. It wasn't half-assed she went out all out speaking in tongues while wildly convulsing. They believed her! LOL

I'm thankful for having a sister who loves horror and shares it with me. It's one of my favorite genres and if it weren't for her it probably wouldn't be. Despite the torture they put us through, older siblings are wonderful to have because they introduce us to new worlds and ideas that could end up becoming personal passions.

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