So one day, it occurred to me that I had never seen the classic Stanley Kubric horror film, The Shining, starring Jack Nicholson and Shelley Duvall. I decided that this was wrong and that I needed to correct it. I rented it from the local video store – this was years before Netflix. I think this may have been back in the VHS Age when everyone was practically Amish, so the picture quality wasn’t all that great, but since this was before the availability of DVDs, we didn’t know any better.
Once I got home and was ready to watch the film, I turned off all the lights to set the mood. Because my past experiences with mixing darkness and spooky stories has worked so well for me in the past.
Jack Nicholson’s character had gone completely nuts and was chasing Shelley Duvall around with a hatchet. I was wound up so tightly, I had probably been holding my breath for the past twenty minutes. I could have died of fright and was too scared to realize it.
Just when Jack Nicholson jammed his face through a hole he had hacked into a door, saying, “Here’s Johnny!,” I heard a Bang! Bang! Bang! on my front door.
“Holy crap!” I felt as though I had just jumped out of my own skin.
I hit the “Pause” button on the VCR, turned on a lamp, walked warily to the front door and looked through the peep hole to see who was there. My heart was racing, and I half expected to see Jack Nicholson’s crazy face staring back at me.
But no. It was the UPS man delivering a package. I had forgotten that I had ordered something and that it was scheduled to be delivered that day.
I couldn’t have timed that better if I’d tried.