(When not much is going on in my present-day Life of Lacey, I'll go back to the archived Life of Lacey. You know, that time way back when before 'blog' was even a word.)
For about a year during high school, I worked at a movie theater as an usher, ticket taker, ticket seller, and popcorn seller extraordinaire. I have only had one job in my life that I did not like, and this one was definitely NOT one of them. I loved this job and the people there. And not to mention the benefits! No no no, not the kind of benefits that first come to mind as an adult...not health insurance, 401K, and all of that boring adult stuff, but FUN benefits. Such as:
- Free popcorn and soda.
- $1 Nachos and/or Hot dogs.
- Free movies anytime for myself.
- Family could come see free movies with or without me.
- Up to 4 friends could see free movies as long as they were with me.
- And last but not least, we got to screen the new movies before they were released.
The screenings typically happened after the movie theater closed on weeknights. During the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I was able to stay and see these movies that typically would start around midnight.
During that summer The Blair Witch Project was released. Before I became a big weenie as I am now, I used to actually enjoy seeing scary movies. Even better if we got to see them in a movie theater at midnight! So one night in July, myself and all of my coworkers stayed to watch the very talked about Blair Witch Project. Little did I know how much that stupid movie would affect me.
After the movie was over I headed home with visions of wooden dolls and witches in my mind. My parents' house is nestled back in the woods; a scene very similar to the setting of the Blair Witch Project. Most nights, my parents would make sure to leave the giant flood light (that illuminates the very dark driveway) on for when I was coming home late. This night, conveniently, they forgot.
I pulled up into the pitch-black driveway, put the car in park, and couldn't bring myself to get out. I sat there with my headlights on worrying that some crazy witches were going to run out of the woods and attack me as soon as I stepped out of the car. I sat in the car for about 1o minutes, thinking every rustled leave had a witch standing behind it ready to pounce. When I finally convinced myself that I could outrun witches (I mean, shouldn't be too hard...they have stubby little legs after all) I made a mad dash for the door and slammed it behind me. I was sure I had just slammed it in their faces and barely escaped death.
Over the next few months (okay, maybe a year) this pattern continued. Turns out, it didn't matter if the flood light was on or not - I was still a scaredy cat every single night. Soon I was taking the stairs 3 at a time and those creepy little witches didn't have a chance.
Today, I am proud to say I have outgrown my witch paranoia. Didn't even have to go to witchy support groups or anything!
However, some of the things I picked up from scary movies have stuck with me...in this case, the movie Urban Legend. Cause every time I get into my car by myself at night, I do a quick backseat sweep with my hand. I am too scared to look while I do it, but I will sweep my hand across the seat and then the floorboards to make sure that someone isn't crouched down and lurking while waiting to pull one of these maneuvers:

But hey, you can never be too careful! If you have any questions I'll be glad to teach you this little tactic... you just let me know!