Over the weekend, myself, the roommate and a friend were in my living room talking about how The Tower in tarot sets are actually the scary card right? At some point I went “ahh” and my dad banged on the window behind me and went “AHHHH” much louder. We all jumped like absolute wimps, but that got me remembering stuff! Hence this post.
When I was younger, and we had just sent up cable in my room, I had started getting courageous. We spent all day taping the cords down and drilling holes into the wall to make sure the cables didn’t get wrecked by accident. I felt so cool, having my own CRT in my bedroom. That thing weighed so much, and sat on my old dresser all neat.
Later that night, and by late I mean like 8pm, I decided I was going to watch a scary movie. The only good one was Dawn of the Dead on Spike TV I think? It may have been on AMC. I’ve seen that movie a few times, but it’s a good movie so why not right?
The credits had just rolled, and I hear a sudden thud at the front door. My mind went “did I accidentally lock my dad out” and I got up. My dad, thinking he was hilarious, was pretending to be a zombie.
My immediate thought was “dad, stop” but of course, my dad won’t give up. He’s in it for the laughing on the floor later about it deal.
One thing my dad doesn’t get enough credit for is his determination. He did not stop shuffling down the hallway. It didn’t matter the terror in my eyes or the “I’ll call grandma” threats I kept making, he just slowly walked down the hall. By this point, I’m convinced he’s actually a zombie,
I’m a wuss alright, and I don’t know what to do. This was probably one of the last years we had a landline, so I grabbed it and locked myself in the bathroom.
I’m crying my eyes out while trying to call my grandmother and my fucking dad thinks it’s a great idea to bang on the bathroom door. My poor grandma picks up the phone to me crying and screaming in my bathtub saying “dad is a zombie and I need help” while forgetting to breathe. My grandma, man, what a woman. She laughs at me and says to get up and tell him off.
I took like an hour of me hiding in the bathroom before I was okay. My dad had a great time,
the asshole… I love my dad but sometimes man… And my grandmother was proud no one got hurt. After that, I never watched horror movies on my own until I was like, twenty. Looking back at it, I really enjoy I remembered that. I’ll hold onto that memory for as long as I can.
Thanks for coming with me down memory lane today! I hope you have an awesome day! Be safe!