Childhood traumas

[Kitsa]

I gave my brother a couple of pretty good traumas. He watched horror movies obsessively; he'd watch the VHS tapes over and over until my mom would hide them. Even though he watched them over and over, they'd still spook the shit out of him.

One day I found a promotional Child's Play bumper sticker someone had left on the school bus. He was afraid of Chucky (he had a My Buddy doll he got rid of), so I waited until he was getting ready for his shower and taped the Chucky sticker in the bathroom closet at eye level. All you could see was Chucky's face leering out of the dark. It was great. After that, he always left the bathroom closet door open.

Then he got into the Blair Witch thing, which I thought was the dumbest shit around. He was one of those who thought it was a true story (he was still in elementary school). We lived out in the woods, so of course I had a great time hanging those stick people from trees and leaving bloody flannel-wrapped bundles of hair and "teeth" (squirrel corn broken and painted white) for him. He was freaked out by that for a long time.