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Jun. 26th, 2006 07:58 amThis weekend was all about the scary houses. Ashes stumbled upon the SciFi channel, which seems to specialize in visiting houses with spirit (although what that has to do with Science Fiction is beyond me). And to top it off, we rented the remake of The Amityville Horror on Saturday.
It was not a good movie, but it still managed to creep the hell out of me. I've always been susceptible to that stuff, ever since I read the book and my sister Laurie pasted red eyes on all my stuffed animals when I was twelve, just to hear me scream.
Sure enough, last night, I woke up, not at 3:15, but at 4:08. And I thought, "What if this is the apartment's special time?" And, with a scream, I shoved Corb awake, and clung to him like a co-joined twin.
Now, I'm preparing for an overnight in New York City. It should be fun, actually, as long as the room isn't haunted.
It was not a good movie, but it still managed to creep the hell out of me. I've always been susceptible to that stuff, ever since I read the book and my sister Laurie pasted red eyes on all my stuffed animals when I was twelve, just to hear me scream.
Sure enough, last night, I woke up, not at 3:15, but at 4:08. And I thought, "What if this is the apartment's special time?" And, with a scream, I shoved Corb awake, and clung to him like a co-joined twin.
Now, I'm preparing for an overnight in New York City. It should be fun, actually, as long as the room isn't haunted.
