Nevergirl’s

For such a scaredy cat, I sure watch a lot of horror flicks. It doesn’t matter by who; I’m indiscriminate that way. On my flash drive, you will find all sorts of horror and gore. Zombies, ghouls, vampires, and good ‘ol mutations – you name them, I watch them.

Don’t get me wrong. These movies scare me. But, I also happen to like scaring myself. It’s great exercise. It’s the only time I get to move a bit because yes, I’m lazy like that and I shun all forms of exercise like they’re the plague.

Now, movie nights at home are a lot of fun and they become even more fun when we watch something scary. We sit on the couch and stuff ourselves with popcorn, Pringles, and soda. I sit riveted, torn between fascination and fright. I watch the scene unfold through partially covered eyes. I scream, I pant, I hold my breath. And then, when the credits roll, I tell the husband, “Let’s NOT watch another flick like that again.” I mean it, too, until the next horror film comes along.

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