.I sat on the couch watching a horror movie with my family, just like every Friday night. We have a tradition with this. Horror movies every Friday, which we call Freaky Friday. But today was different, bad different. I usually laugh at the pain and fear in the characters, but not today.
.I had a bad feeling about tonight, ever since I woke up this morning. I couldn't stop thinking about blood, weapons, and death. It scared me. Nobody would come near me, and my friends told me that I was as pale as a ghost. I cried during math class, which made the teacher all cross at me. I didn't mind, I just knew something was going on.
.So here I was, on the couch. Waiting for the girl, Anna Richard, to be shot to death by Paul Simon, the murderer of the movie. Anna screamed in terror and shock, and I wept hard and loud. I watched in horror as Paul raised his gun, and shot Anna in the head The wound in her head was fairly large, even for a bullet that big. The flesh was tearing off quickly, and blood was everywhere. I closed my eyes tight to get away from the gruesome scene. I don't quite know how to describe what came next without you running to your mother begging her to burn the book, but I could see, yes see, the movie through my eyelids, and it wasn't a pleasing sight. I opened my eyes after the horrifying vision faded, only to find myself in a completely different surrounding. Not your average location, but I was, literally, in the movie.
Edited by Mrs.Freezie, 18 July 2009 - 10:25 AM.