I grew up an only child, daughter of a teacher and a pastor. Somehow I managed to survive all three of those dubious distinctions. These are my memories.
I sat in my seat, wide-eyed, heart pounding, trying to make sense of it all. Creepy music, people dressed like hippies, an evil villain. Even death. I went home to bed that night and hid under the covers afraid he would find me.
The scariest movie I ever watched, I watched at church when I three years old.
Most kids are scared of monsters and aliens. I was afraid the Anti-Christ was under my bed.
Growing up there were strict rules about what I could and couldn’t watch. My parents didn’t let me watch Star Wars until I was in high school, but I was just a pre-schooler when I sat in a pew and watched A Thief in the Night. If you went to church in the 70’s or 80’s, there’s a good chance you saw it too, the 1972 Christian movie that tells the story of the rapture.
I don’t know how you could watch that movie and not repent. It scares the Come-to-Jesus-Moment right into you. It’s terrifying. Especially when you’re three.
I have yet to recover from the traumatic experience.
The cast in the movie is dressed in polyester and caftans. To this day I can’t think about the rapture or read the book of Revelations without images from the 1970s coming to mind. I hear the trumpets playing disco music, and picture Jesus coming back in the clouds wearing bell bottoms. In my version, Jesus even has sideburns.
Years later I saw a production of Jesus Christ Superstar where the Lord and his disciples were all dressed like hippies. I remember thinking, “That’s Him! That’s my 70’s Jesus!”
The movie soundtrack features the creepiest Christian song ever written, I Wish We’d All Been Ready. Think Coldplay meets The Mamas and the Papas. I still get chills every time I hear it. I can’t even listen to the D.C. Talk re-make.
There are four movies in the series. I remember seeing the second as well. I’m not sure about three and four. Maybe my mind blacked it out to help me cope with the terror.
When I was in third grade, I went to a slumber party where we watched Carrie thanks to the miracle of BetaMax video. I’m sure my parents didn’t know that was on the agenda. I don’t think my hosts parents knew it was on the agenda either. While all the other little girls were shrieking and cowering in their sleeping bags, I watched unfazed.
A bucket of pig’s blood had nothing on the Anti-Christ.
Other posts in the Memoirs Series:
Memoirs: Stubborn is as Stubborn Does or Why I am an Only Child
Memoirs: The New Girl and the Mean Girls
Memoirs: Chickens in the Attic
Memoirs: Grandma’s House
Memoirs: I was a Christmas Pageant Diva
Memoirs: Communion Sunday or Make Your Own Manna
oh my goodness. had to laugh, I was terrified of the anti-christ as a kid too!!!
I feel better knowing I wasn’t the only one!
Agreed! I was totally terrified of religious boogie-men when I was little. Creepy demons and the devil… and our beyond gorgeous Catholic church has the most gory crucifix on the planet hanging from the ceiling that I would stare at in true horror when I was little. Good times! lol
I don’t even know what to do with this information!! I do have vivid information about a rapture movie in HS where a group of kids get in a car accident and dome go to heaven and some go to hell. Did you watch that one too?
I don’t think I saw that one, but sounds equally terrifying!
Hmm. So my terror of the Devil sucking me down the drain when I took a bath when I was little is not so weird after all…
Nope! Not weird at all! 🙂