Here’s the thing: I love watching scary movies, always have and probably always will. My husband though isn’t such a big fan. His philosophy is that we watch movies to entertain us so why torture yourself with nightmare fuel when you can watch an interesting thriller, a fascinating scifi or a feel-good romcom instead?
I’ll concede that his argument is valid and logical, but I still love horror movies because let’s face it, horror movie buffs aren’t exactly known for being logical what with choosing to scare themselves enough to have to sleep with the lights on for the next several days.
So the other night my husband, exhausted from a long day of work, decided to go to bed earlier than usual and with Lilly in bed by 9, I was left with an unprecedented 2-3 hour block of me-time before bed. Technically, there was a lot that needed to be done: laundry needed to be folded, living room to be vacuumed, stove to be cleaned and so on and on, but forget that, I get to watch a scary movie because no one is here to object!
I gleefully ensconced myself in a mass of cushions on the sofa, grabbed the remote and started flipping through the ‘On Demand’ programming in search of a scary movie.
Within minutes I’d found one (The Summoning) which sounded appropriately scary, without being too long.
I clicked on ‘watch’.
The screen flickered with smoke as a man’s face came into focus, something dark lurking to the side.
I picked up the remote, clicked ‘pause’, turned the TV off and made a beeline for my bedroom.
I’d watched exactly 26 seconds of the movie, which was apparently long enough for me to realize I wasn’t brave enough to watch a scary movie all on my lonesome.
I knew I should have opted to fold laundry instead.