I believe I was ten years old when I saw it on a rainy, Sunday afternoon. It was a perfect day for lounging on the couch, under a blanket, watching movies. My dad, of course, was in charge of what would be watched. He was one of THOSE dads. The kind that controlled the television when he was home, whether he was watching it or not.
From the second the eerie music started, I was frozen in my place. I was scared shitless, but I couldn't stop watching. I pressed myself deeper into the couch and peered from under the blanket. I was convinced that I would never sleep again.
Our house was an old one. We had a small, dark closet under the staircase. I swore it was the place that those THINGS from the movie lived. I wouldn't go near it. When it became night, I would run past the door, I was so afraid that I would be grabbed and pulled in.
I don't know where I thought I'd go, once I was pulled in. The closet could barely hold an adult. But as a kid you think ANYTHING can happen.
I just read recently that there is a remake in the works and will star Katie Holmes. The mere mention of the movie sent goosebumps down my arms. Can you imagine how terrifying that will be with today's special effects?
I can tell you this, I WON'T be buying any tickets to the theater for that show. No Way. No How!