I love a good scary movie. And since going to see them by yourself isn't a good idea, I have Brenda, my scary movie buddy.
We have been to countless movies together, but nine times out of 10, it's a scary movie. The reason for this is because you lose a part of the scare if you watch it at home. Without the surround sound and giant picture, it's just not the same.
But when Brenda and I met up earlier this week to take in the paranormal thriller "The Conjuring," we weren't prepared for what was in store. We thought we'd get a good jump here and there, just like all the other movies we've seen before, and have a good laugh at ourselves.
But this would prove to not be our normal movie-going experience. The movie sucked us in and didn't let us go for two hours. I watched the majority of it in two positions: With my hands covering my face with a small slit to watch through or with my knees pulled up to my chest, peeping over them to see.
At one point, I jumped so high I nearly fell out of my seat. The man sitting a couple seats down decided he should check on me at this point.
"You OK over there?"
"Yeah, I think so. This is crazy!"
"Girl, I saw this thing on Friday. You ain't seen nothing yet!"
Oh great, I thought. I leaned over and told Brenda what he said. She had the same look of despair I had.
I've nearly soiled this seat twice, I thought, what else can they throw at us? A lot it seems.
When the ending credits started to roll across the screen and the lights came up, I turned to Brenda. She looked exhausted. It's then that I noticed how tense my shoulders and neck muscles were. Then I noticed my stomach was upset. I had literally just spent the last two hours completely stressed out.