I used to love scary movies.
And not just movies: TV shows, books, ghost stories–I ate it all up. If there was an element of the unexplained, the macabre, the suspenseful, I was in. While my now-husband and I were dating, we subsisted on such forms of entertainment: I was thrillingly haunted by images from The Strangers for months. We tuned in weekly to the campy fun of Harper’s Island. Then we got married and I got pregnant and Ryan Murphy added American Horror Story to our TV listings and I read all I could about it, studied the startling images in ads and prepared myself for a good scare. When the show began, I was seven months along. My husband and I parked ourselves in front of the TV, my belly nearly blocking our view. We turned to each other, grinning, and pressed Play.
And something changed. I couldn’t handle the scary anymore.
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One comment on “Will Write for Attention”
As a mother, I totally understand all this. The only thing I can add is that if you DO hear a noise and really do think it’s a person who doesn’t belong there, you turn on all the lights and make a lot of noise. I’ve been told by a policeman that burglars don’t want to encounter an awake person and they’ll flee. Because for all they know, the homeowner has a gun! Enjoy your trip!