Nov 17, 2009 12:53
It was dark. The only light in the room was coming from the television. I was an innocent girl of four sitting on her daddy's lap. We were watching the movie Candyman. I was scared shitless. After seeing that movie I was afraid to go to the bathroom by myself for two weeks straight.
Two of my older cousins kept teasing me about being scared. They would take me to the bathroom, lock the door, and turn out the lights. Then, I was forced to face the mirror as the two of them chanted.
"Candyman! Candyman! Candyman!"
I couldn't stop crying. Afterwards, momma got mad at daddy for letting me watch a scary movie. But she didn't get mad at my cousins for nearly traumatizing me...
Oh well.
childhood