Being alone generally doesn't spook me. Nor does being in the dark--dark basements, dark woods, dark attics--they're not spooky. Hollywood has done it's darndest to make me fear these places and FAILED.
Except on one point.
Years ago, before we had children, Mr. D and I traveled to Cozumel for vacation. It was nearly sunset and we were happily snorkeling at Chankannab. I followed a colorful parrot fish along the reef, relishing the warmth of this place, so wonderful when one lives in Wisconsin in February. Suddenly I noticed that deep below me--at least 20 feet below--some scuba divers were busy exploring. I realized at that moment how deep the sea really was and my perspective shifted. I emerged and saw the sun setting and a chill settled into my bones.
Oceans are the ultimate in spooky--crap can sneak up on you from any direction--in total silence. Every killer shark/squid/sea monster flick I'd ever watched rose to the surface of my consciousness, flooding over the calm beauty of the coral reef. Slightly panicky, I watched the sun set over the ocean (yes, yes, very lovely. can we go now, D?) and headed for the safety of land.
This didn't stop me from going out again on the ocean--even kayaking and seeing a barracuda didn't scare me, but oceans at night? Extreme spookiness. Because that's when all the attacks happen, right?
Anyone else get freaked out by Hollywood?
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