lol
I am clearly much older than you....
My nightmares from age six came from films that were not meant to be scary but they were anyway. The number one scariest movie for a six year old is....
"Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory"
The Oompa Loompas rolling the blueberry girl to the "juicing room" was scary as hell. It did not help that my older brother used to say "you are what you eat" and made my mother agree to it. Armed with Mom saying it was true, he told me if I drank a whole bottle of coke, I would turn into a coke bottle and Oompa Loompas would have to squeeze the coke out of me or I'd die..... (he really wanted my coke, the *beep*
Midgets with orange faces and green eyebrows still creep me out. lol
My daughter, at age 11 was allowed to see "Bride of Chucky" (although I protested my wife's decision) After the final scene, where the doll voiced by Jennifer Tilly gives birth to a monster baby doll, my daughter, who did not yet "get it" asked why is she pooping a baby out her butt? To which we could only say "that's not her ... um, not her butt." That night I was startled away by a shrill scream and when I came into her room to find her sitting on her pillow, crying and holding her knees up to her chin, I said "You dreamed about Chucky, didn't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed, "He was under my bed."
"It's scarrier in your dreams than on the television, huh?" I said as I pried her arms from around my shoulders and tucked her back into bed.
"Yes, because he was trying to kill ME."
I chuckled (having decided it more comforting to laugh about it than to supress the laughter and stay serious) "Yeah? Well, I bet that scream scared him so far away that he'll never bother YOU again!"
As I was shutting out the lamp again and headed out the door, she asked again about the birth scene. "Dad? If she wasn't pooping the baby out her butt, was coming out of her, her, you know.?"
"Um, yeah."
"GROSS!" she said. "Why?"
"Well, kiddo," I said "tommorrow after breakfast, I'll make sure mommy tells you why. For now, think about something else until you can get back to sleep."
"What should I think about?"
"Well, since your little sister and me were watching 'Aladdin' last night, I was thinking about Genie singing 'Prince Ali, Marvelous he, Ali Ababwah'... too bad you didn't come watch 'Aladdin' with us, huh?" I said. Since she'd seen it before, I knew singing that little bit would help. Then I remembered one of HER alltime favorite movie songs, and left her room singing: "The sun, has gone, to bed and so must I.... So long, farewell, al veitezein, good night....."
Oops. I just looked at the time. Almost midnight as I write this.
So long, farewell, ......
--Sev
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