Can't figure out if I like scary movies.

S: nightmare-at-landmark-sunshine

I enjoy a good ghost story. But those images stay with me long after the movie is over, popping up uninvited when I look up the stairs at a dark landing or when I can't make out the lurking figure in the open closet. That red ball bouncing down the flight of darkened stairs, Laura Palmer's contorted face (teeth and blood), the inhuman thing crawling out of a well and moving toward you (yes you!) with frightening speed.

It took an hour and two cups of camomile tea before my body stopped clenching after El Orfanato. S and I sat at the corner diner trying to reassembled our shattered nerves, not wanting to be alone. Neither of us wanted much to go back to my house because there were too many poorly-lit corners. But we could only stay at that diner for so long. Slept with the lights on.

Still can't shake the image of that kid wearing a burlap-sack on his head. I half expect him to appear every time I look down the hallway as I come out of the bathroom.