Not being a huge fan of scary movies [correction: really hating scary movies] I feel guilty keeping Zane from watching them and getting his kicks. So every once in a while I get the Tums ready and sit down for a night of crying. This is my definition of love.
Prior to this, Zane took the time to prep me to see The Crazies in theaters with a weeklong marathon of scary movies. Some of the classics were easy to digest and others, like Rosemary's Baby, were downright funny. With my blood pressure in check, I survived a 2 hour zombie flick with minimal peeing of my pants and only a couple eye coverings. Yay me.
Well, with all the hype about that Paranormal Activity flick, and having been told our bedroom was setup JUST like in the movie!! (Not a compliment to our design, but a warning of the terrors we would imagine.) We just HAD to indulge. [Correction: I didn't HAVE to do anything, but I owed it to Zane after he went to see Sex and the City 2 with me.] Damn you Carrie Bradshaw.
It started slowly and like a bad vacation video. Why do I care that this girl is being haunted? And why would she stay with such an insentive tool? I'd be scared too if I lived with that guy always video taping me. Oh? It gets scarier? Shoot.
So blah blah blah [no spoiler alerts!] it gets really freaky and I made Zane turn all the lights on in the apartment so I could make it through the end. Keep in mind, I thought it was scary and this is what it looked like about 90% of the time:
So after it was over and we were both cautiously moving about the apartment, making sure neither one of us spooked the other, I thought, "Eh, that wasn't so bad. I'm good, I'm good." We tucked ourselves in laughing about how spooked we had gotten and then---
BAM BAM BAM!!!
The lever to the closed door started flapping about crazily as if someone was forcing their way in. We both lept out of our skins and someone who shall remain nameless (but was not me) may have let out a cry that would make Hannah Montana look gruff. And THEN---
The door flew open in a big WHOOOOOSH!
And we SCREAMED!!!!!
And there sat little Buster, who had proudly watched us for months and chose THIS night to learn how to open the door all on his own!
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