I hate scary movies. Or at least I thought I did. When Tyler's at work, I start flipping through the channels late at night. Soon AMC's Fear Fest sucks me in, and then I'm watching either Jason or Michael Meyers hack up teenagers in small towns.
For those of you who know me, you're probably thinking this new fascination with scary movies is weird. This is the girl who couldn't watch the first half of It? The one who gets scared from watching The Exorcist previews? The little kid who wouldn't go downstairs after watching five minutes of Tremors? This can't be.
Blame it on Halloween, or growing up (which is definitely not the case, because I still get REALLY scared), but I don't think it's any of those. I still turn down the volume when the suspense is too much to handle, and my imagination still gets the best of me.
It's a good thing I start work soon so I can stop scaring myself. I have too much free time on my hands at the moment...
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