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She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

I blabbered nervously. “Well, I thought you’re some kind of easy-going cheerful kind of girl, I never thought that you’re actually into classic horror movies”. “Hey, I AM an easy-going cheerful kind of girl. Since when a cheerful girl isn't allowed to watch horror movies? Or maybe I should wear all black, wear goth makeups like black lipstick so it’ll match ?” I argued. “Okay, okay… you win. I agreed that sometimes personality types and appearances have nothing to do with movie preferences. Are we cool?”. He asked and smiled at me.

“Now that was a cool film.” “Agreed, but the original Greek play was a hundred times more hardcore than anything Ray Harryhausen came up with. Tragedy has the same themes as horror, they’re all about what happens when you challenge the natural order, or societal norms, or whatever. It always goes tits up, whether you’re Doctor Faustus summoning demons or Mocata in The Devil Rides Out.” “They’re both pretty fatalistic aren’t they, tragedy and horror I mean.” “Yes, horror is the only modern genre that’s as fatalistic as classical tragedy. But one is considered by critics to be the pinnacle of fiction and the other is considered the nadir.”

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the occasional fling, but it wasn’t a habit of mine. “Let’s let it be for now and watch a movie or something, okay?” “Yeah, that sounds good.” I let Z pick the movie, I didn’t care enough to have an opinion. I would either end up overthinking this afternoon the entire time or falling asleep. I am trying not to do either but couldn’t for the life of me tell you what has happened during this movie. Some killer trying to kill for whatever reason. Zain loves these stupid horror movies. Usually the more ridiculous the better for him. I am not a big fan. When I was little, I would have to watch cartoons after watching a scary movie. I wanted to be grown and not be scar

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

I turn my face back to the TV, raising the duvet to my nose. I wasn’t scared of entering haunted mansions but horror movies were a big no-no for me. You know what I hate about horror movies is the characters, they always act dumb. Like who goes into a dark shed in the middle of f***ing nowhere at night asking if anyone is there? Like why would you do that? Of course, someone is going to be there and jump at you duh, that’s basic knowledge but I guess characters didn’t get the memo. I would never do something like that, ever. You can never even find me in the middle of nowhere at night.

I laughed, a light snort, at her sudden curiousity. "Okay." I shrugged, and thought through my list. I was a horror movie enthusiast, even though they absolutely haunted me for days after. I couldn't watch any of them alone, especially not in the evening. "Poltergeist." I said after a minute. "But not the new version, I'm a sucker for 80's movies." I admitted.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

I read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”

He just wants to know more about her. Ang alam niya lang patungkol sa babae ay mahilig ito sa gore at horror--which he still can’t process, because why does she even like that kind of genre? That enough says a lot about her. Hanga rin siya rito at hindi nito napapabayaan ang negosyo niya at nakakapaglaro pa rin sa gabi, and they even watch movies sometimes like she isn’t busy.