Age 13 – The Linda Blair Story
Remember my birth story when I mentioned my mother jumping out of my closet (My Comedic Birth, October 7)? Well, here it is…This story describes perfectly what it was like living with a mother like mine and how she raised us. My daughter thoroughly enjoys her antics to this day.
It was 1980, we had finally acquired cable television and I was too excited for words. I remember when my cousin got it and I was green with envy. I was 13 years old and “The Exorcist” was going to be on HBO. It was a school night, but I was determined to watch it. I begged and begged my mom. Of course, she said no…repeatedly. Moms know best and I should have accepted her “no” and moved on. She finally caved in with an “o-kay-eee, if you insist” tone to her voice. How bad could it be? I should have known.
I quickly got ready for bed in my favorite PJ’s and snuggled in on the couch for some good entertainment. This was going to be great! I felt so grown up…watching a grown up movie with my mom, it doesn’t get any better than that. I thought I was so cool.
Well, my “cool” went right out the door around the time the main character turned her head entirely around on her shoulders and began to spit blood. I did not run, but FLEW to my bedroom and hid under the covers, head and all, as if the thin layer of cotton and polyester would protect me. My teeth were chattering so loudly that I could not hear a thing outside of my fortress. That must have been the moment that my mother snuck into my closet. Can you imagine my surprise? I screamed my bloody head off and nearly died from fright – I guess it served me right.
Needless to say, I did not get a wink of sleep that night. I laid with one eye wide open, looking for any signs of demons. I was especially anxious because my mind kept going to the Ouija board that was laying in wait in my closet. You can just imagine the state I was in by the time the sun came up.
In the morning, I told my mother I couldn’t go to school. She asked me if I felt ill and I replied that I thought the devil had possessed my body during the night. Utterly ridiculous, I know. I proceeded to tell her that I felt my bed shaking and heard strange noises. Don’t ask me why or how, maybe she felt guilty about the closet incident, but she let me stay home.
I couldn’t go into our attic in the winter for years because I could see my breath and to this day if I even hear the name “Regan” I get the shakes… literally. The moral to this story is to always listen to your mom. I don’t regret that night, it is a fun memory that I have shared with my daughter on many an occasion. Especially those occasions when she thinks she knows best.