The Impact of Salem's Lot

     I was young at age, probably around 7 years old.  I was at the mercy of my older sister, who was 7 years my senior, while my mom went off to evening college classes.  One evening she put in a movie in the VCR and popped up some popcorn and we sat around the TV to watch the show.  I wasn't sure what movie it was, at the time.  I was happy to be spending this quality time with my sister whom I looked up to. 

     This wasn't a family friendly movie at all.  We were watching Steven King's Salem's Lot.  I don't remember much of the movie.  I remember children being in the movie, especially a boy.  One scene a boy laid in bed and he looked out of what would be glass doors to a patio or a porch.  A type of green faced, human-demonistic creature came up to the windows in a mist and tried scratching at the window (or door) for the boy to open it up.  I think I hid my face in a pillow at that part because I don't remember what happened next.  I remember asking my sister what happened to the children or the parents and she told me that they turned into ghosts and floated into the walls of the house. 

     My details of the movie may have been vague as I was a young child watching this.  Salem's Lot was probably my first horror movie that I watched.  I have seen others throughout my lifetime but none had left such an eerie impression upon my life.  After that when my sister had to watch me she would find it amusing by telling me that the creatures were outside ready to get me.  She would have my older brother hide outside my window and knock at it making me think the creature was actually there.  To make me stay in bed she would tell me if I got out of bed the creature would get me.  In terror I would hide under the covers, as if the covers had some magical protection powers of their own, and refuse to come out of the bed.  I wouldn't even dare to stick my hand or foot over the bed's edge in case the creatures would pull me under the bed and devour me.  When my sister would be in a real playful mood she would go into the other room and scream like she was being attacked and I would freeze in horror on my bed with the door shut praying the morning would soon come and mom would be there giving comfort to the home. 

     For the longest time I couldn't look out the window at night.  I still find it difficult to do so.  When I walk around the house my eyes avoid the window's in fear of finding a face staring back at me.  I have become so used to not looking at a window at night that I don't have to remind myself not to look.  It just comes naturally. 

     I flat out refuse to watch that movie ever again.  My sister will call me and tell me when it is playing on a certain channel to tease me.  That fear and terror that was inside of me was too intense to ever want those feelings again.  I have watched other horror movies growing up but none has left such an effect on me.  But I am going to overcome my fear.  Just today, actually, I stopped at a yard sale and they had the Salem's Lot movie.  I purchased it.  Thirty years later I am sure I will look at the movie differently.  I probably will realize that the movie really isn't all that scary and it is probably cheesy with the old film technology.  I just need the courage and the endurance to watch it. 

Scared Stiff - Literally!

     It was a warm summer night.  I think I was around 9 years old, give or take a year.  We lived in Saginw Township on a busy street.  My mom was out on a date, my brother was at a friend's house for the night so my older sister had to babysit me.  There is a seven year age difference between us.  At my age I was normally the pesky little brat and she was the annoying teenage sister.  There were times we bickered but there were times we enjoyed being sisters.  This was a moment that we were enjoying our sisterhood.

     My sister Lisa and I were watching the horror movie Friday the 13th on TV.  It was one we had seen before.  I don't recall which Friday the 13th movie we were watching but we were curled up on the couch liking the movie.  There was a window next to the tv that was open to let the night air in.  The couch was across the room from that window.  At one killing scene I heard a strange sound coming from the window in a light whisper, "Jason, Jason, Jason....ah, ah, ah, ahhhh.."  Without moving my head I glanced my eyes over to the window.  I didn't see anything.  Just blackness.  Maybe I am just hearing things,  I thought and continued watching the movie.  Then a moment later the same sound was coming from the window.  "Jason, Jason, Jason...ah, ah, ah, ahhh..."   It was odd because I always thought the sound when Jason Voorheis was about to strike was, "ch, ch, ch, ch.   Ah, ah, ah, ahhh.".  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my sister turned her head towards the window.  Oh my gosh!  She heard something too!

     "Why don't you go shut and lock the front door."  Lisa said casually.  The main door was located behind the wall that the tv was on just in another room.  We could not see the front door from where we were sitting.  The wooden door was open leaving just a metal screen door to protect us from what is outside.

     My eyes popped out of my head.  "NO!  You go shut and lock the door!  You are older!"  I snapped back.

     "But you need to mind and I told YOU to do something!"  she piped back. 

     As we continued our arguing the screen door started opening and closing really fast.  We knew someone was there at the door.  Fear like I had never experienced flooded over my body.  My sister stands up abruptly and hollars, "QUICK!  FOLLOW ME!" and she dashes to the left to my brothers bedroom door(which was next to the couch), through his bedroom and out the other door in his room (which led to the kitchen) and out the kitchen back door to the outside.  She achieved freedom. 

     I think we both stood up at the same time but my brain lost all communication to my muscles.  They didn't want to move.  I had no feeling, at all, in my entire body.  I looked over and my sister was gone.  GONE!  SHE LEFT ME ALONE TO FACE THIS TERROR ENTERING OUR HOME!  I couldn't follow.  I couldn't move.  All I could do was think. Run to the bathroom, I would say to myself, No!  Then I would have to run past the door and whoever was breaking in would see me.  Our bathroom had the only interior door that locked.  A sure safety but too risky.  Hide underneath the computer table!  No!  To obvious.  Hide behind the tv.  No!  He would see me for sure.  Hide behind the curtain.  No!  It would puff out to where I was standing.  Nothing I could think of would be a safe hiding place.  Even if I could think of a safe place to hide I don't think my legs would be able to take me there.  Oh how I wished I was able to move and dash out the back like my sister did.

     I looked down at the coffee table and there was a glass cermanic gray elephant.  It was poised with the trunk curled up around to the top of the head, mouth open and one leg up in a prance.  Somehow, for a brief moment, my brain had a small communication with my upper half of my body and  I was able to reach down and grab this elephant by his trunk and raise it above my head.  I still could not move my lower half of my body.  This ceramic gray elephant was going to save me from whatever was behind the door trying to make its way inside to kill me.  I envisioned myself using this elephant to beat this person over and over until they were knocked out or dead. 

     The door stopped opening and closing.  I held my breath not knowing what to expect next.  My fingers tightened around the ceramic trunk of the elephant preparing myself to use it violently.  I closed my eyes for a moment.  All was silent.  An eerie silent.  I was as still as the statue I was holding.  It felt like an eternity had passed.  I strained hard to open my eyes.  I seen some movement.  Then my brain registered what I was seeing.  Shoes!  Shoes were being kicked off.  I looked harder.  I know those shoes.  Then a familar face appears from around the corner.  MATT!  It was my sister's boyfriend.  He looked over at me with a huge grin on his face amused that I was standing there with a ceramic elephant held high above my head. 

     Looking around he asks, "Where's your sister?"
 
     "She ran out the back." 

     He laughs and starts to put his shoes back on.  "Play along." he says and gives a wink. 

     Finally, my brain starts the communication process up with all my muscles and I was able to move again.  It was such a great feeling to be able to move and knowing that I was not about to be a worm's meal.  But now I was on the other side of the playing field, against my sister, who left me to die.  It was my turn to help her get scared.  I roamed around the house yelling out the dark windows, "Lisa!  I'm scared!  Help me!"  I would shout out while roaming around the house.

     A familar voice from the outside answered, "Go to our bedroom and open the window so I can climb back inside."

     I dashed to our bedroom, unlocked the latch and popped out the screen.  We gently placed our desk chair out the window so she can use that to step up and into the window.  She finally makes her way in the bedroom and hugs me tightly.  I remember thinking, she is probably sooo lucky I am not dead she knows mom would seriously go psycho on you if I were!

     Suddenly there was a slam at the back door.  This time she grabs my hand to make sure I stay with her and we go steadly towards the back door.  Knowing that I know it was Matt I was able to move along and play the part.  We proceed cautiously and carefully.  We pass through the kitchen, pass my brother's door, to the back door.  Lisa turns on the garage light, locks the door, and looks around through the glass in the door.  While we were busy looking to see if we can see anything in the garage Matt jumps out from our brother's bedroom and gives a loud roar.  Lisa jumps practically out of her skin and falls to the floor hysterically crying.  I jump sideways against the wall scrapping my back on the lightswitch.  Laughter came from my lips. 

     Over 25 years have passed but we still look back at this moment and remember the fear and laughter that came with it.  It may have not been our best sister/sister moment but it was a moment we shared and now laugh together.