If I can't see you, you can't see me....or, what to do if you want to be the first one to die in a horror film....

Were you ever one of those kids, like me, who knew that as long as you kept your eyes open at night, the boogeyman wouldn't get you---- because the bad things only come out when the lights go off and you've shut your eyes. So, you lie in bed, heart pounding at every sound, your eyes wide and drying out, terrified that once you close them, the nasties in the night will have the chance to pounce. Or, worse, you're petrified of closing your eyes when you're washing your hair for fear of what might be standing in the shower with you once you open your eyes again.

Of course, this might just be me and certain memories from childhood movies.....

Promotional photo of Freddy Krueger for A Nigh...

The other school of thought follows the philosophy that so long as you keep your eyes shut tight, nothing will ever get you. As long as you can't see the spookies, the spookies can't see you.

This idea never worked for me, I'd seen too much to the contrary....weren't the unsuspecting snatched from their beds when they were fast asleep...or the innocent slain in the shower when the soap was running down their face??? It's enough to make you want to force-hold your eyes open for the rest of your life.

Must be something about unwatched darkness that gives these creatures power. So long as you watch it, that pile of clothes will stay a pile of clothes. Give it one moment without your attention and that pile is suddenly a devastating creature bent on hacking you to bits.

And what about that scraping at your window. All the time you are watching, it's just a thin branch from a tree, blown by the wind, brushing up against the glass. Turn your head to readjust your pillow and that branch is suddenly a glass-cutting fingernail....

All you folks hiding beneath your blankets at night, insisting that you're safe as long as you don't look for/at the monster can go on believing that the darkness won't hurt you.

For me, I'd rather keep my eyes peeled, never allowing, if I can help it, the monster to manifest in the first place.

Let's see who makes it to the end of the movie.....

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