Well, I beg to differ. But I couldn’t tell you why.
As a kid I was more fascinated with the supernatural than afraid of it. I loved ghost stories, I loved haunted houses, I could swear I saw a ghost in my basement when I was five, and I was a CHAMPION “Stiff as a Board, Light as a Feather” player–if one can be a champion at something like that. So not many traditional things frightened as much as they fascinated me. Instead, I was more afraid of the everyday things that probably should have been unsettling, startling, cringe-inducing or weird–but not frightening. Things like the “beep” that signaled a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. Or the bathtub drain. Or footy pajamas.
Or–gulp–The J Train on Sesame Street.
I don’t know. What was so scary about this clip? Was it the sepia hued background setting an eerie tone that is in too stark a contrast with the color letter that is zooming through it? Did I wish it all matched? Was that my problem–color clash? Or was it the voice in the narration–a creepy, high pitched male voice that sounded frantic and scattered and just crazy enough to, you know, MURDER someone at any moment? Or was it that ending, where the worst that could happen happens and the train crashes himself and thus becomes junk?
Search me. But I’ll tell you–there really is something to the staying power of images or sounds or ideas that scared us as children. Because even now as I sit here and watch this letter “J” roll along and make words and sense out of “OIN” and “UMP”, I’m doing so wide eyed and with my hand over my mouth.
And for some reason, I have a very powerful urge to hide behind my chair and call my Mom.