Horror Movies

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When I younger, Beanz would make me sit through all sorts of horror movies. She loves horror movies and I was the putz that would sit through them with her even though they terrified the hell out of me.

So Because of that, just about anything scares the hell out of me. I don’t watch any shows that are remotely scary anymore because I have hit my scary quota.

But the horror movies have made a lasting impression in my life. Even as a grown up I cannot seem to escape them.

There was a phase that Beanz went through where she watched all sorts of Japanese horror movies that featured these demonized children. They were terrifying. I don’t know what it was but those movies scarred me.

And then I had children.

Children that like to walk into my room in the middle of the night when I am sleeping and stand there, staring at me until I wake up.

And then I wake up with this darkness covered child staring at me.

And I scream.

Or my children decide to sneak into my room by crawling in on their bellies.

And I look down, in the dark, to see these child sized bodies awkwardly manoeuvring across the floor coming towards me.

And I scream.

Or children that like to stand in dark rooms or doorways waiting for me to come out of a room carrying laundry and then they scream as I get closer to them.

And I scream.

All of these are scenes from those ridiculously terrifying movies that my children can re-enact without ever seeing the actual movie. They think that it is hilarious how easy it is to scare me but whenever I see those dark shapes, I freak out because I get flashbacks of those stupid movies.

Blasted movies!

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