Nugget has had night terrors for the past several nights. If you’re one of the lucky ones whose child has not had night terrors, think Linda Blair. The fact that my daughter looks like she’s possessed while having night terrors is not inconsequential; I absolutely hate anything having to do with the subject of being possessed, and its entertainment value is completely lost on me.
When I was around 10 years old, I was minding my own business, watching TV with my parents one evening. There was a trailer (we called them commercials back then) for The Exorcist. I nearly shat my pants. Before me was a crazy-eyed kid, about my age, crawling on the wall, making sounds like a cat in heat.
Note: In an attempt to post a photo of the possessed child of The Exorcist, I Googled “Linda Blair” and the images of her in costume from the movie gave me a minor heart attack. Seriously. But I discovered that she saves animals through her organization Linda Blair World Heart and her make-up is much better in real life, which is sort of a corrective experience.
I was surprised when mom and dad expressed excitement about it. They called it a classic flick. That 15-second trailer revealed a new fact of life: the devil or one of his minions was lurking around my bedroom, waiting to pounce on me. I was absolutely terrified.
My parents’ excitement for the movie indicated that they would be useless in my defense, so in anticipation of it being on TV, I hatched a game plan that involved being at the far end of the house while they watched it. Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.