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So, last night a few of my friends and I decided to have a scary movie night. And normally scary movies don't get to me much, but lately I've been a little more jumpy. And on top of that we totally psyched ourselves out, and we *wanted* be freaked out so I think that at some subconscious level we all just chose to get into it.
Anyway...
So first we watched the first Halloween movie. Now, I have seen this movie like at least 10 or so times. Regardless, it still scared the shit out of me, and totally played into my huge fear of masked figures. So by the end of it, I was completely terrified.
Next we watched The Poltergeist. I had never seen this one before, and it was pretty scary but not as much as the first, but it wasn't really playing into my fears like Halloween did. About halfway though my friend Brian's mom, knowing that we are all really into the scary movie thing, decides to pop out from behind the couch. And that was terrifying. I started screaming and throwing my arms around and eventually jumped from the couch all the way across the living room. It was really intense.
So we go back to watching the movie, and it is all fine and not that scary after what just happened. And then the movie has this ridiculous scene that scares the shit out of me (to the point that I stopped breathing for a good minute or two). This clown doll disappears and then attacks the little boy from behind!!! So that played into my number one fear, which is clowns, and got me all super freaked out again.
So after that movie, we all get in the car to be taken home. My boyfriend and I get out of the car at my place and start walking to the door and this cat runs out from inside my parents porch.
I literally just started screaming and running back down my driveway, hoping to god that I could catch Brian's car and save myself from the Michael Meyers/ Clown hybrid that clearly wanted to kill me. Kyle, in an effort to keep me from running down my street screaming, just tackled me, and we both fell to the ground (the whole side of my body is scraped up and what not) and I started screaming even more sharply until I realized that it was Kyle and not the killer.
Seriously, what the fuck???? I am pretty sure I am going to need intensive counseling after this.
Anyway...
So first we watched the first Halloween movie. Now, I have seen this movie like at least 10 or so times. Regardless, it still scared the shit out of me, and totally played into my huge fear of masked figures. So by the end of it, I was completely terrified.
Next we watched The Poltergeist. I had never seen this one before, and it was pretty scary but not as much as the first, but it wasn't really playing into my fears like Halloween did. About halfway though my friend Brian's mom, knowing that we are all really into the scary movie thing, decides to pop out from behind the couch. And that was terrifying. I started screaming and throwing my arms around and eventually jumped from the couch all the way across the living room. It was really intense.
So we go back to watching the movie, and it is all fine and not that scary after what just happened. And then the movie has this ridiculous scene that scares the shit out of me (to the point that I stopped breathing for a good minute or two). This clown doll disappears and then attacks the little boy from behind!!! So that played into my number one fear, which is clowns, and got me all super freaked out again.
So after that movie, we all get in the car to be taken home. My boyfriend and I get out of the car at my place and start walking to the door and this cat runs out from inside my parents porch.
I literally just started screaming and running back down my driveway, hoping to god that I could catch Brian's car and save myself from the Michael Meyers/ Clown hybrid that clearly wanted to kill me. Kyle, in an effort to keep me from running down my street screaming, just tackled me, and we both fell to the ground (the whole side of my body is scraped up and what not) and I started screaming even more sharply until I realized that it was Kyle and not the killer.
Seriously, what the fuck???? I am pretty sure I am going to need intensive counseling after this.


. I have a pretty intense imagination and my nightmares are extremely realistic..and they feel like they last forever.