I was invited to watch a movie by a bunch of friends. This rarely happens so imagine my excitement. “What movie are we going to watch?” I asked them. “ANNABELLE.”
“Oh. No thank you, then.”
Yes, I get scared of horror movies. Not because I’m a screamer or anything. You would not hear a sound from me when watching movies, may it be horror or what not. I don’t even scream on rollercoasters. I just don’t like horror movies. Period.
Horror movies with ghosts in particular. I can watch a slasher movie or a monster movie. Just not the ones with ghosts in it. Why, you ask? Because my imagination runs too wild for my own good. I scare myself more than the movie can ever do. I guess that’s the purpose of most horror movies but heck, why in the world would I want to put myself through that torture? Make myself sleepless for days just for the sake of watching a movie? I can totally watch any horror movie if you promise my memory of it would get erased as soon as I finish watching. Until then, no, thank you.