Scaring Yourself Silly

This post comes a little late. I know, I know. Halloween is past us, but still wanted to talk about this, because Halloween weekend and Halloween Night for me was less than stellar.

The weekend... well… it was just dull. I was sick, Hubby was sick, we hadn’t had any time to get costumes together or decorations out (mostly because they are in a big box too heavy for me to carry in the shed, and Hubby had hurt his knee a couple of weeks ago and still recovering). Thus I looked forward to Halloween Night, with all the little trick-or-treaters.

All 5 of them.

That was it, only 5. And they were adorable, but I was really hoping for more. At the end of it, I was left with a 115 chocolate bars (now spread between home, work, and school office). Bored and disappointed, I sat down, worked on a school presentation, and threw on Leprechaun.

What a great decision! Intended to be scary, this movie is actually quite funny. The leprechaun himself is quite hideous, but his antics of getting his gold back, and those of the people trying to escape him, are hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Now I had made previous plans with a friend to go see Paranormal Activity 3 on Tuesday. By the time Tuesday night came along, I was feeling brave. Watching Leprechaun had some kind of… emboldening effect on me, though I can’t quite figure out why. We proudly trotted into the cinema, bought our snacks and tickets, and waited for the show.

Now, I don’t normally like paranormal movies. But for some reason, the PA movies have really hooked me. I had re-watched the first 2, and was expecting quite a bit from the 3rd. I won’t spoil it for those that haven’t seen it, but suffice to say, I left with more questions than those I had answered, and I kinda hope they come out with a 4th.

However, it was just as jumpy and suspenseful as I had expected. There is a lot more activity in this one, and they set you up to expect the jump. The best part though, is that they fake you out so that when you do expect it, nothing happens. Or what does happen is from the demon. And then something does happen from the demon and you get a bigger jump.

As soon as I came home from the movie, I started getting what I call “the heebie jeebies”. I made the dog stay with me as a walked around the house and booted to the bed once the last light was off. As I dashed into bed and curled under the covers, I could hear Hubby chuckling at me. Still, it didn’t keep him from snuggling me to keep me from scaring myself too silly with my overactive imagination.

I did really enjoy the movie, even though I spent a good deal of it hiding behind my coat. And it might be a little while before the heebie jeebies finally pass. At least I didn’t let out little yelps of fright every time. Can’t say the same for my friend!