ET for Extra-Terrifying

I have a very legitimate fear of ET. This is not a drill.

It all started when I was a child and watched what was supposed to be a harmless children’s movie. But whoever thought that it was a good movie for children was wrong, very wrong. For months, maybe years, I had nightmares about ET and always feared that he was hiding behind the shower curtain in my bathroom. Every time I entered the bathroom, I had to check immediately to make sure he wasn’t there watching me pee. I forgot about my fear for a few years, until it has recently reemerged. While I no longer fear finding the extra terrestrial in my shower, I have moments when I get a sinking feeling in my stomach, and honestly believe ET is in my house watching me, with his shriveled prune face and spiney fingers. If you still think I’m kidding, I swear I’m not. Whenever I see a picture of ET, or even the woman who looks like ET that our very own Gabi likes to randomly send me, I get a sick feeling in my stomach and feel like I’m just going to stop breathing, or vomit, or both.

I’m not alone with my ET phobia; there are many other people who suffer from a crippling fear of ET, some of whom are teenagers and fully grown adults. On Phobia Fear Release, my fellow ET-haters can connect and share stories about their horrible ET experiences, some of which include people who can still not watch the movie as adults, and even one commenter who claims ET made a real appearance in his cupboard as a child. There’s even a Facebook page about the fear that very, very cruelly features a plethora of ET pictures;  whoever created that page should be severely punished. I clicked on the link, expecting it to be a safe and helpful space to connect with those who shared my fear, but was instead greeted by the haunting gaze of my worst nightmares.

And yes, I cried.

 

About the author

Kyra has been writing for The Match for four years and is co-editor this year with Emily and Gabi. When she isn't reading The Match, she enjoys chocolate, professional wrestling, and long walks on the beach.