I am a girl who loves watching horror movies. The most
gruesome, bloody and horrific movies are some of my favourite movies to watch.
Yet I am not the kind of girl that is frightened easily. You may find me with
tears rolling down my cheeks for an entire day or eyebrows all wrinkled up in
rage for silly things, but you will hardly find me screaming because I was
scared. Or so I thought!
There is a
first time for everything I suppose. That is probably the whole point of
growing up, where you learn new things not only about the mystical world around
you with its bounty of hidden secrets, but also about the hidden wonders about
yourself that evolve along with you as the years pass by. The same happened to
me last week.
I am the
kind of person who can manage to get sound sleep even in the middle of an
earthquake (the fact that I don’t scare easily might be an attributive factor
here). I don’t even wake up when there is a loud noise nearby, when I am
asleep. This night was certainly different. I wasn’t even having a nightmare,
but I suddenly woke up only to find weird shadows moving on my window screens
as if the shadows were trying to tackle the light that was trying to get into
my room.
Just then I
saw something moving behind the screen, and before my brain could grasp the
situation, I was screaming so loud and running into my mother’s room! At that
moment all I could think of was that a man was trying to get into my room and I
needed to get away (How he was trying to get in through the thick metal grills
I didn’t think). I managed to scare my mother out of her wits (I sure get a laugh
out of it now)
On
investigating (which my mother did all by herself while I hid under her
blanket) she came to the conclusion that it was our usual cat thief who had had
a stomach-full meal from our kitchen and was trying to escape from my bedroom
window. All is well!
But as a
person who asks too many questions and thinks more than normal, this was an
incident that needed much more thinking than the fact that a cat managed to
pull a classic prank on me.
When I was
faced with an uncertain entity trying to get into my room, I would expect my
head would think it to be a ghost or some sort of paranormal entity (Yes I
recently watched the movie paranormal entity. The realism with which they have
made the movie must have had some affect on me I expected), considering the
fact that I watch so many horror movies. But instead my head thought it to be a
man of flesh and blood trying to harm me!
This is a
little disturbing to think that a girl would consider a real man a greater
threat than the unexplained!
That night
when I screamt and ran out of the room, I was not just a girl scared of a man,
but I was every girl who has a fear
of being attacked by a man. That night I felt what every woman and girl feels
as a vulnerable and ignored half of the society. Every woman understands at
least once in her lifetime, what it means to be helpless and have no power,
like how I felt when I thought a man was getting into my room that night.
I am happy
to announce that I do get sound sleep now and the cat has stopped pranking me,
at least for now. But I wonder how many screams of little girls and women all
around the world are going unheard this very second. When will we stop
screaming?
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