I was one the verge of tears
after watching Paranormal Activity 2, when I realized that I spend a lot of nights in my apartment alone (the roomies have places to be, lol), and will now have these images to keep me company at night. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Seeing as I haven’t watched the first one, the whole idea and framework of the movie came as a surprise to me, and I understood why the first one caused such a havoc—because the movie franchise is spine-tingling, blood-curdling and genuinely horrifying, that’s fucking why. The suspense in the movie theatre was so overamounting that I could feel its presence ready to strangle and steal the breath out of me when the lights went down during the film.
So apparently,
Demons + empty house = not exactly rainbows and butterflies
I already had my first dose of this while taking a shower earlier (I was alone in the apartment) and had to repeatedly open the shower curtain to check if “something else” was there (LOL WTF). When this psych-myself-out scenario happened, I tried to repeat the phrase “THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS” in my head, but all I could think of were the demonic scenes in the movie. My ears have also become abnormally attuned to anticipate any ominous sounds like wind swishing, cabinet and drawer doors creaking, and imagined footsteps.
Goodluck to me, and my future nights of restlessness. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Now, I shall watch the first one, and psych myself out even more.
