The Laundry Room

I have lived in the same house just a couple years short of forty.  When I was shopping for it one of the “must have’s” was laundry inside the house.  If I were to move it would be a deal breaker if the laundry was in the garage.

I can’t go into a garage without feeling intense fear.  Just before I enter I peak into the garage and mentally chart my path; both going in and getting out.  I open the door wide open to ensure there is nothing behind it.  I take a deep breath and make myself do it.  I make it as quick as possible.  Intellectually, I know how unrealistic I am.  Emotionally, I can’t help it.

Sometimes I wonder if people understand that the movies children see can leave them with a lifetime of fear.  I have no idea what movie it was that gave me this lifetime of intense garage fear, but I do remember the scene.  It was a basement scene where a woman was doing laundry.  A man entered with a knife.  There was only one way in and out of the basement.  He was blocking that way.  No one would hear her scream.  She was trapped.  My palms sweat just thinking about the intensity of the moment.  She died.  When I was growing up I lived in several houses.  Our laundry was always located in the garage.  That was the connection.

One time I stayed overnight with Krissy, my cousin. Aunt Pat took us to see Cyclops.  It was one of the most terrifying films I have ever seen. I looked it up on the internet. There is a trailer on YouTube   The trailer is ridiculously silly now, but it wasn't silly in 1957.  I don’t remember too much other than trying to be brave and not show how scared I was.  I wonder if she knew.  I wonder if Krissy was afraid.  I wonder why we didn’t leave?  This is an intense memory.  Even today, I will not watch movies with blood in them and suspense drives me from the room.