Post by harry on Sept 27, 2013 9:56:23 GMT -12
It all started when I was around 7. My sister (four years older) would often talk about this Chucky fellow. She loved these films about a small person called Chucky who was bad and sported overalls. That's all I knew. Overtime I learnt more, and she told me he kills people.
I was fascinated, I really wanted to know who he was. For years, he was this faceless idea, I built him up as the ultimatum, as everything. Then one Saturday morning when I was around 9, my brother woke me up shouting me. "Quick, quick, Chucky is in the TV guide!"
I rushed downstairs to finally get a visual on who Chucky was. There he was, a tiny picture inbetween TV listings. I saw it for about a second. I was suddenly scarred. I was terrified. All I seem to remember is that he looks horrible. I can't remember if he was scarred, however, the picture of Chucky on the region 2 (possibly on other regions too) DVD disc for Child's Play was probably the picture I saw. I couldn't sleep that night I was so scared. I was petrified. And for weeks, I had sleepless nights. Suddenly, what I imagined Chucky's voice to be like would haunt me. All the toys I voiced using that voice I had to 'kill off' in my toy universe. Everything was *censored*ed.
Then I was 10, and I was walking with my dad down the high street. We went into a DVD shop, it was a cheap one, dark inside, quite small and always busy. There was no order to the DVDs except for prices. New ones over here, old ones over there. Another glance. There it was. Bride of Chucky. I ran out the shop, I couldn't admit to my Dad why I ran. For the next few years I couldn't pass that shop. In fact I'd walk on the other side of the road if I had to pass it. I remember a moment in particular when I was rather annoyed at this whole fear, and I peaked around the corner of the door into the shop, at the bit where I saw it. I saw a DVD that seemed like it could have been it and ran again.
THEN, yet again, a few years later, my first year in high school.... a boy was obsessed with Chucky. The mere mention of the word 'doll' would send me into a panic, so someone outright mentioning Chucky absolutely destroyed me. What could this mean? Will he bring in DVDs? Will he show me pictures? For how much longer do we tolerate mass murder?!
And he did. He brought in a DVD and lent it to my friend. I didn't know, of course, until we were sitting in French and my friend, sitting in front of me, quickly flashed the DVD in front of me. He had no idea of my phobia, but it jolted me completely. Every time I started to move away from the fear, something would re-instill it. Overtime I managed to overcome this particular moment by rationalizing that the DVD artwork looked like a Star Wars DVD (don't ask, I have no idea) but then yet again, another thing happened. My friend's Gran drove us home from school one day, I was 12. It was 2004. We passed a video store in the car and holy shit god-damnit there that little *censored*er is again. A Seed of Chucky poster in the window.
I. Just. Couldn't. Escape.
I. Have. Had. Enough.
So I started to try and face it. A year later, I decided I had to do something. I started to speak the word 'doll' irregularly, to battle the fear. I used to believe by uttering the word doll, he'd come for me somehow. Then I made my dad buy my Child's Play on DVD. Holding the DVD was like holding hot coal, burning through my psyche. I put it in my DVD player in the middle of the day, opened the window, opened my door, sat away from the TV and constantly had the remote on pause. It was an incredibly enthralling experience. I was terrified throughout, but I somehow *censored*ing managed it. The next DVD I got was Child's Play 3, I bought it on eBay. I almost didn't put it on. I almost gave up, "No, I can't watch this, it's too much." but I did. And then 2. And then Bride. And then Seed. And then memorabilia. And then a Dream Rush Life Size Good Guy Doll. And then hundreds of rewatches. And then I fell in love with that ginger bastard.
And now I'm here. Relatively unscathed. But man, I had a harrowing experience with Chucky. Now, of course, I can laugh it off, I'm almost 21 and it was all pretty crazy, but for that one moment in my life, I felt a fear so unimaginable I doubt even being face-to-face with Chucky, waving a knife in my face, wouldn't beat it.
Thanks for reading, and I hope to stick around and post more!
I was fascinated, I really wanted to know who he was. For years, he was this faceless idea, I built him up as the ultimatum, as everything. Then one Saturday morning when I was around 9, my brother woke me up shouting me. "Quick, quick, Chucky is in the TV guide!"
I rushed downstairs to finally get a visual on who Chucky was. There he was, a tiny picture inbetween TV listings. I saw it for about a second. I was suddenly scarred. I was terrified. All I seem to remember is that he looks horrible. I can't remember if he was scarred, however, the picture of Chucky on the region 2 (possibly on other regions too) DVD disc for Child's Play was probably the picture I saw. I couldn't sleep that night I was so scared. I was petrified. And for weeks, I had sleepless nights. Suddenly, what I imagined Chucky's voice to be like would haunt me. All the toys I voiced using that voice I had to 'kill off' in my toy universe. Everything was *censored*ed.
Then I was 10, and I was walking with my dad down the high street. We went into a DVD shop, it was a cheap one, dark inside, quite small and always busy. There was no order to the DVDs except for prices. New ones over here, old ones over there. Another glance. There it was. Bride of Chucky. I ran out the shop, I couldn't admit to my Dad why I ran. For the next few years I couldn't pass that shop. In fact I'd walk on the other side of the road if I had to pass it. I remember a moment in particular when I was rather annoyed at this whole fear, and I peaked around the corner of the door into the shop, at the bit where I saw it. I saw a DVD that seemed like it could have been it and ran again.
THEN, yet again, a few years later, my first year in high school.... a boy was obsessed with Chucky. The mere mention of the word 'doll' would send me into a panic, so someone outright mentioning Chucky absolutely destroyed me. What could this mean? Will he bring in DVDs? Will he show me pictures? For how much longer do we tolerate mass murder?!
And he did. He brought in a DVD and lent it to my friend. I didn't know, of course, until we were sitting in French and my friend, sitting in front of me, quickly flashed the DVD in front of me. He had no idea of my phobia, but it jolted me completely. Every time I started to move away from the fear, something would re-instill it. Overtime I managed to overcome this particular moment by rationalizing that the DVD artwork looked like a Star Wars DVD (don't ask, I have no idea) but then yet again, another thing happened. My friend's Gran drove us home from school one day, I was 12. It was 2004. We passed a video store in the car and holy shit god-damnit there that little *censored*er is again. A Seed of Chucky poster in the window.
I. Just. Couldn't. Escape.
I. Have. Had. Enough.
So I started to try and face it. A year later, I decided I had to do something. I started to speak the word 'doll' irregularly, to battle the fear. I used to believe by uttering the word doll, he'd come for me somehow. Then I made my dad buy my Child's Play on DVD. Holding the DVD was like holding hot coal, burning through my psyche. I put it in my DVD player in the middle of the day, opened the window, opened my door, sat away from the TV and constantly had the remote on pause. It was an incredibly enthralling experience. I was terrified throughout, but I somehow *censored*ing managed it. The next DVD I got was Child's Play 3, I bought it on eBay. I almost didn't put it on. I almost gave up, "No, I can't watch this, it's too much." but I did. And then 2. And then Bride. And then Seed. And then memorabilia. And then a Dream Rush Life Size Good Guy Doll. And then hundreds of rewatches. And then I fell in love with that ginger bastard.
And now I'm here. Relatively unscathed. But man, I had a harrowing experience with Chucky. Now, of course, I can laugh it off, I'm almost 21 and it was all pretty crazy, but for that one moment in my life, I felt a fear so unimaginable I doubt even being face-to-face with Chucky, waving a knife in my face, wouldn't beat it.
Thanks for reading, and I hope to stick around and post more!