This is my first blog here on WWE Universe so I want to do a series of funny blogs on a variety of topics like money, dating, and other subjects and I'll be adding more blogs over time so I hope you like this one: I like to think there's something special inside me that inspires in me a certain fearlessness and a willingness to believe in the impossible but i'm not going to lie: believing in the impossible has a downside...it's one thing to have courage in everyday life -with the lights on- but when it comes to stuff like monsters, im gone.

I'm a natural born coward when its dark in the house and there's a tapping on the window or a noise under the bed -dont even think of asking me to check it out- You go play hero while I hide out. I'm not a total coward: I like scary movies especially the classics like "House on Haunted Hill", "Ten Little Indians", and "Thirteen Ghosts" but the goriness of movies like "Last House On The Left" and im talking make-you-turn away-and-run-and-hide-in-the-bathroom kind of bloody. You can scare me all you want but dont make me watch the ax come down and arm get chopped off and the blood come squirting out. I beg you, please, dont bleed all over me!

And what can you say about "The Exorcist" that hasnt already been said? That movie changed my life and I knew people  who went to see that movie and they were in therapy the next morning likely including a man who became so scared while watching the middle of the movie that he stood up, started screaming in Spanish and ran out of the theater. I was standing in one of those long, long lines to see it one night when Zane, my childhood friend, came out of the movie looking whipped and i mean as in Santino Marella kind of whipped and was actually shaking. I've known Zane for years and he's pretty tough so when he told me, "Dont go in there!" I should have listened -but no, I was too cool for that and two hours later I was creeping to the car with my jacket over my head. I could barely drive home checking for Linda blair to pop up in my rearview mirror so I invented a ghost rule for the car: no ghost can get you with the dome light on and its a rule that protects me even now.

My original ghost rule was for bed: No ghost can get you if you're covered with blankets but should any part of your body be exposed - look out! and thats why I'd sleep with my head under the covers but during the night my parents used to pull them down and I would wake up freaking out saying "You guys could have gotten me killed!"

Im getting a patent on my special technique for watching movies called The EQB (the Eric Quick Blink) and it works basically works like this: When the music gets loud and you know something scary is about to happen, you blink your eyes as fast as you can -like a strobe light in reverse- so when the head is chopped off, there's a better than 50 percent chance that your eyelids will be shut and nobody never has to know you were scared

You know what I hate: When some director tries to get cute and skip the scary music buildup to go straight to bam! bullet in the eye, snakes jumping out of the dead bodies like in the Indiana Jones movies. Forget it, dude, there's no way you can beat that! Maybe you can go to the director's house and jack him up -scare the living daylights out of him and ask "How does that feel, huh? How do you think we like it? Next time, don't leave out the scary music!"