Jessica wasn’t fond of the new modern horror movies. She much preferred the age-old Bela Lugosi sort, with vampires or mummies not the new fangled psychological sorts. One evening, since her husband was out, she decided to watch a horror flick on the TV, “Nightmare”.
So she made some pop-corn and sat down to watch it. The movie couldn’t really be all that bad. Lots of pretty good scare material she thought, even if a little bloody. She sat back down and through one shocking scene to another forgot to eat her popcorn.
Then the last scene …
Her husband came back from his bowling match and walked quietly into the darkened living-room where Jessica was fully immersed in her film.
He touched her shoulder and said “Hi dear!”
She let out a blood curdling scream and the pop-corn flew throughout the room.
I have to admit, something very similar happened to me twice. Once during the last scene of Nightmare, I was alone and the phone suddenly started ringing, making me jump out of my skin.
The other time I was watching I don’t remember which movie when my ex-husband came up on me on tip toes and went boo…I think that’s were I go my first white hairs 😉