"Can you watch horror movies and not be afraid?" Nonny, my friend asked me, as she had already slotted the CD into the DVD right in her sitting room. "Yes, I can," I replied swiftly, just to convince her that I was also a hard girl.
The movie started, and the first scene was very scary and terrifying. She sat still and comfortably, even munching her popcorn with her eyes glued to the screen, while goosebumps were already creeping on my skin. "Jesus!!" I exclaimed twice, and she began laughing at me. "I thought you could watch it now; don't worry, I'll teach you how to enjoy horror movies; it's all fictitious, okay?" She persuaded me to keep watching it, as it wouldn't cause harm.
I began to develop a hard heart and wanted to prove that I could watch it to the end. I started to enjoy the scenes, and when I felt a little bit scared, I held onto her and put my face on her shoulder until the scene was over; we kept doing that until the movie ended after two hours of our time.
As soon as I gazed at the wall clock, I noticed it was almost 7 p.m., and I hurriedly ran home since my house was just a stone's throw away from hers to make a meal for my parents before they finally arrived.
Immediately I stepped on my feet into the house. I felt quite safe and ready to cook. I had brought out my pot and condiments meant for cooking. I placed my pot on the fire and was ready to cook when the light went out. I began to notice a flicker of movement in the shadows of my kitchen, which resembled the horrific figure from the film I saw earlier.
I began to have shivers, and it was as though the horrific character in the movie scene I saw began to stalk me and was now ready to haunt me.
My imagination began going wild, and everything felt strange. I began to shake, and then I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping I could play a trick on my mind to forget the horrible scenes I watched earlier.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have watched the movie," I said under my breath. I was so paralyzed with fear that I ran out of my kitchen to the corridor, waiting for my parents to come home, as the house felt so quiet and my imagination was messing with my mind.
"Amie, what's up?" Nonny saw me from her balcony and began to laugh at how terrified I had become. "Play music or something to take your mind off!" she screamed from her balcony so that I could hear her.
In about thirty minutes, my parents came in and noticed my unusual behaviour. I told them why I was so terrified. My dad laughed hysterically and dismissed my fear as a mere figment of my imagination. "Go play a comedy, and you'll be fine in no time."
After I got a grip on myself, I swore never to watch a horrific movie again because I couldn't stand to be haunted by my wild imagination anymore.
