10 Normal Things That Movies Have Made Terrifying

Sushi – Dead Sushi

I love sushi, there’s no hiding that. From something as simple as a California Roll to something more complex like a Spicy Dragon Roll, I gobble the raw fishy treats up. I’ll even go for the simple Sashimi dishes which are just rice and a sliced fish (preferably salmon for me), but leave it to Japanese horror cinema to ruin one of my favorite meals. Damn you Norobu Iguchi!!

Yup, ever since watching Dead Sushi, now I can’t help but be paranoid I get the one bit of contaminated sushi that turns me into a rice-mouthed undead sushi zombie. I mean, let’s be honest, eating raw fish is a gamble enough, but now I have to worry about dark forces possessing my food?

But no, the fear doesn’t just stop there, because if I don’t turn into a zombie, the sushi will just come to life and eat me! With all the sushi I’ve eaten, I’ve probably got a target on my head in the sushi community – if they were to come alive that is. With revenge on their mind, there’s no way the carnivorous sushi would even think twice about passing up turning me into their own Donato Roll.

Wonder what sauce I’d go best with…

Showers – Psycho

There are few horror scenes as iconic as Psycho’s shower scene, and possibly no scene that instills such an intense fear of such a mundane activity like showering. We’re vulnerably naked, wet, and blind behind a shower curtain, but no one realized that until Alfred Hitchcock felt the need to point it out.

The shower is supposed to be a safe place. It’s a relaxing break in the day where the biggest concerns are slippery soap and what song to sing. Not anymore. Thanks Psycho.

Now I’ll drive days looking for a shower with a glass door because I’m convinced Norman Bates will leap unseen through a dark shower curtain and stab me with no warning unless I have a full view of the bathroom. Do you know how awkward it is to have to ask a hotel clerk if their shower curtains are see-through every single time I go out of town? I even tried showering without a curtain for a while, but there’s still the possibility of someone breaking through the door while you’re all wet and vulnerable. There’s simply no solution.

I know I’m not the first person to be afraid of showers due to Psycho and I guarantee I won’t be the last. Hitchcock was more than a master of horror – he was a devil of a man who took away one of the only peaceful parts of my morning. Thankfully I still have enjoying my coffee while staring out my back window. Wait, what? Damn you Hitchcock!