Last week I recieved the "O-Glorious-Great-Shiny-Black-Box-With-All-The-X-Files-Episodes" in my mail. Didn't have to pay customs or anything - what a glorius for the postal service to cock up. Which means I only paid about 66 quid for the bloody thing. Joy!
I can't even remember how old I was when X-Files first started airing in Norway, but safe to say I shouldn't have been allowed to see it. And it did scare the begeesus out of me. This coming from a girl who grew up watching films inappropriate for her age (because I stole them from my older siblings), like Jaws at age 5 and the Excorcist at age 6 or 7 (that one did scare me back then, though...). I don't think I'm a very squeamish or easily scared: the only two films I can ever remember freaking me out a tad was the Blair Witch Project, and the pyjama-clad chinese girl crawling out of the telly in The Ring. I don't find pyjamas, the chinese or tellies particularily scary, but there you go. Woods in the dark, on the other hand...
But I have to admit that some of the episodes I've seen up until now has actually made me feel a bit unnerved. Perhaps watching X-Files in the dark, alone in a big house in which your mum died, a wooden on that creaks at that, isn't the brightest idea I've come up with. But, those episodes on Eugene Victor Tooms... I really don't like that bloke. Another episode was about a parasitic worm-thing that came into your blood stream, grew into a maggot-thing, crawled around under your skin and wriggled its way into your brain, where it fed off something and made you rather... tetchy. I.e really flaming agressive and trigger-happy. Just the idea of something maggoty crawling under my skin makes me wretch and shudder all over. I still haven't finished that episode.
