Friday, September 9, 2016

Evil in the Attic


Some constructs are universally creepy, others innocuous. A couch is never unsettling. Though you may toss and turn on a lumpy one crashing at an after party, no one's losing any sleep over campfire tales of a possessed sofa. But a creaky rocking chair? An antique doll? An old full-length mirror stored in a basement corner? The doll in the rocker facing the mirror? No way I'm hanging out in that room.

Diabolical typecasting in horror movies surely influences such reactions. A shower was just a place to scrub your armpits before Alfred Hitchcock killed a chick in there. These films also reflect our preexisting associations. There's a reason why the victim in The Exorcist is a little girl versus a middle-aged cabby, why the invincible demon car in Stephen King's Christine isn't a Volkswagen Rabbit, and why The Amityville Horror would be far less scary as a haunted yurt.

Some boogeymen lose their edge through overexposure. Zombies are just fun at this point, appearing in videogames, comedy, even romantic roles. We've seen so many five-year-old pirates on Halloween that, by the time we fully processed the threat of a real one, we'd already be kidnapped, duct taped, and halfway to hades in a human trafficking barrel.

What will be the next iconic scare? Maybe something happens to make electric hand dryers chilling (but probably not). Perhaps it'll be stink bugs, abandoned malls, or hoarders. A condemned mall, infested with stink bugs and overrun by the feral colony of the world's craziest cat lady!

In any case, the perceived threat will be a harmless illusion compared to the pitfalls of everyday living. Blood pressure spikes at the thought of a rabid clown or terrorist sleeper cell, but a person is more likely to get junk-food diabetes, become an overprescribed opioid addict, or die of a meaningless, grinding job than to be alien abducted.

No emotion so misplaced as fear.

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