My love-hate relationship with horror flicks.

I have one. Yes. I love watching horror movies all the time, whether it's after seeing an attractive trailer for one at Cineplex or randomly finding one on Movie Central when I simply have nothing better to do. But seriously, with my imagination I should stop for my sanity's sake - recently after watching the movie The Strangers, I had a lot of trouble closing my eyes in the shower, let alone to wash my face as I was afraid of The Man in the Mask appearing in my bathroom. Yeah, just popping out of nowhere. Y'know, just standing there, waiting to smash the glass door encasing me to let either Dollface or Pin-Up Girl stab me to death.


I know what that sounds like, but it is what it is. It's either this or having the girl from The Grudge going through my hair with her pale hands without my permission. For days after watching the American adaptation of The Ring, I was worried I was going to see her just pop up somewhere - even outside my window (and I live on the 18th floor in an apartment - and I don't think we ever saw the girl fly). I know it sounds unhealthy, but I swear I am sane and I do not suffer from any panic or anxiety attacks of any kind. Mostly it's the J-Horror flicks that do it though. I mean, come on, how would you end up if all you ever saw whenever you closed your eyes were pale Asian girls with long black hair crawling on the floor toward you as if she has just suffered a major accident causing all these weird angles in all her joints? Not pretty.

(There would have been more pictures, but I just couldn't do it. I don't think I have the courage to place pictures of Sadako/Samara on my blog. Ever.)