Who doesn't love a good movie? I certainly enjoy them, and sometimes, just sometimes, I can even be persuaded to watch a horror film. The thing is though, I do get terribly frightened when watching horror movies, which of course begs the question - why do I watch them. But that is not the point of this story.
Yesterday, I spent most of the day watching a selection of so-called horror movies with Bianca. Two of them were ridiculously scary, and the other two... not so much. Even though it was broad daylight, Bee and I still spent much of the scarier movies cowered beneath pillows and screeching at anything that moved - including a few cats... and the curtain.
The fun really started in the evening however; what night could be more perfect for horror movies than the one we had last night - thunder and lightening which would have put any horror movie special effects to shame. The movie we were watching at the time involved an abandoned mental asylum, with ghosts in the typical white doctor's coats and lightly coloured patient's overalls. Just as we were on the verge of losing our minds in terror, we decided it was the perfect time for a breather to stretch our shaky legs.
So there we were standing, Bee and I almost huddled together as we chatted to Leanne. All of a sudden Bee looks over my shoulder and goes pale before letting out a blood curdling scream. As I am glancing around she shoves me forwards in an attempt to get away from whatever is making her scream. I set eyes on this horrific vision; illuminated by a flash of lightening stands a figure in a blowing white coat - something straight out of a movie. I screech loudly as I leap like a slightly lopsided yet startled rabbit into the next room, where I cower behind Leanne (who as it happens is about half my size).
Bee is curled up in a ball on the couch, a cushion clutched in front of her face. We both look up as Leanne's friend walks through the door, looking slightly perplexed at all the screaming. Bee and I look at each other and burst into nervous giggles, no we are not quite recovered from this shock. We do however move back into the TV room to continue with the evenings entertainment.
Eventually after a few more minutes of this film, Bee implores me to spend the night. I am definitely up for this as I don't really want to be driving home alone. I phone Kyle to let him know, and just as he answers a roar of thunder echoes over the house. Bee screeches loudly in my ear, which in turn makes me yelp out, all the while on the phone to Kyle. He sounds resigned, possibly slightly amused as I relay the plan to him. We did actually manage to finish the film, but I definitely don't think I'll be doing that again any time soon.