I have never been a fan of horror films, especially when crazy people are involved, but as a nearly grown adult, I felt that I would make the decision to allow my friends to play this film. I regret this decision…A LOT!
I am now firmly avoiding all contact with the TV and keeping my eyes firmly glued to the computer screen, only occasionally glancing around to make sure that there are now deranged, psychopathic killers about to jump out from behind the potted plant and drag me out of the house, screaming and crying like a little girl.
My versions of reality and the thing that’s not reality (I forget what the word is right now) is becoming more and more blurred as we speak. I have the niggling sensation that if I move from this sofa then something is going to eat me/drag me under the kitchen cabinet/generally cause me to curl up in the foetal position and cry hysterically.
The most disturbing thing is, the other two guys here seem to be under the impression that I am enjoying this experience. Let me make this clear, I am not in the slightest, I am in fact terrified and in desperate need to fluffy magical fairies to make me feel better. They too seem to be scared and aren’t coming to my rescue. Not happy in the slightest.
I will have to let you know whether I make it through the night without any further drama. Wouldn’t get your hopes up to be honest
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