I am a grown woman. I have not been afraid of the dark in a long time. I can successfully make it from my bed to my bathroom at 2 a.m. without hitting anything and without the guidance of any light. You might claim that is because I have successfully adapted to my surroundings, however I consistently leave a chair pulled out or move something slightly when looking for something else so the pathway to the bathroom is never identical. Yet I still make it. Every morning, without even opening my eyes I can hit snooze on the bothersome alarm clock 3 times before caving into it's expectation that I will wake and become a productive member of society for the day. I am good in the dark, when I know where I am.
I do not watch scary movies for the sole reason that they will give me nightmares. I am the person that sees scary creepy ghost on the screen and when I close my eyes there is scary creepy ghost in my head. I am not a fan. I like sleep over being scared 100% of the time. When I lived in Lethbridge I was conned in to seeing I am Legend featuring the always sexy Will Smith. You may be saying to yourself, Shellie that was not even scary. YES IT WAS! Things jump out of the dark and go boo. That is scary. I was living in a basement suite and it was past 11 o 'clock at night when I returned home. I have never been so glad that my dad, the smart man that he is, bought us all a flash light for our key chains so I could light up my entryway and ward off any evil zombies lurking. When I got into my apartment I slept with every light on.
Where am I going with this?
Shellie Moment: I was recently at Vertigo Theatre checking out their newest production Gaslight (running until February 24, 2013), which is amazing and you should go see it immediately, when I made a confession to a friend. I am not a big fan of that moment in any type of theatre production when all the lights go down and the entire room is now pitch black. I tense up and hold my breath. It happens every time! Maybe it is the crowd and not knowing my surroundings, but in those few seconds I am afraid of the dark. The worst part of it all is how often it happens during a production. The beginning, twice in the middle for intermission and the very end. What is with this dark form of torture?
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