Novel & Cerita What's Your Favorite Scary Movie

"Great, then let's watch a movie together." "Sure." "Yay." She squealed happily. "There's this new horror movie everyone at work is talking about. It's supposedly one of the most scary Netflix movies." She said as she got up to get it from her room. "What is with you and horror movies?" She looked back and smiled at me, showing all her teeth. Naomi really loves watching horror movies. They were her favourite kind of movies but she had never been able to watch it alone because she was the type of girl who got scared easily.

Because Amayra is very afraid of ghosts, so is she strong enough to watch the horror film on the big screen in the cinema? "Wow, it seems like the right choice. I agree!" said Yura excitedly. "Sister Inder, you're kidding me, aren't you?" asked Amayra hoping to be anxious, the reaction of the two girls was again different. Amayra doesn't really like horror movies. Then he prefers romance genre films to scary films like that. "I'm serious" "But sis... I.." Amayra bit her lower lip in doubt. The girl has her own trauma with horror movies.

So, I asked, “You like horror movies?” She jumped on hearing my voice. Fuck, I forgot it is hard on her throat using her voice. She swings her gorgeous eyes to look at me, “Yeah, it is my favorite thing to do. Watch horror movies. My sister’s also. Apparently, our dad got us into watching young so we would be desensitized to some of the things we would see in this realm.”

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

So I went downstairs and made a coffee and I sat at the table drinking it, trying to wake up properly. After that I went to the living room and started going through the TV apps until I found a movie that I hadn't seen for a while and decided to watch it while I was lying on the couch. My phone started going off so I had a look at it. BEAU - Watcha doing? ME - Watching a movie. BEAU - What kind of movie? ME - A scary movie haha BEAU - What's your favorite scary movie? ME - Very original. Like I said last night, cheesy.

I replied back and kept the phone on the table. I was bored. So I played some movie in my laptop. I watched Annabelle, a horror film. The film is very scary and good. Even so, I'm not afraid of ghost. When I was a child, I was very afraid of ghosts. However, as I grew up, I realised that people are scarier than ghosts. Now. I'm only afraid of Burglars, Kidnappers and rapist people. I sighed and looked at the clock. It's almost 1:30 pm. I ordered my lunch through an online hotel since I don't know how to cook.

“When you are ready to talk, I am here.” Sofia’s heart warmed up upon hearing his words. “Thank you.” “Eat up and let’s watch a movie together.” Alexander suggested. “What type of movie do you like?” “Scary movies.” She answered. “The one that sends chills running down your bones. That type of movie.’’ “I hate them.” Alexander choked out. “It’s so creepy.” “You don’t like it?” Sofia inquired. “I can watch something else; do you watch action, fantasy, or adventure?”

"I thought I would let you pick. What's your favorite genre?" Zaylen paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Horror. I love a good scare." My heart sank a little. Horror movies had always terrified me, especially in the dark, booming atmosphere of a theater. But I didn't want to ruin his fun, so I put on my bravest face and smiled. "Horror it is, then." We made our way to the local theater, and I bought tickets for the latest horror flick. As we settled into our seats, the lights dimmed and the eerie music began, my nerves started to fray. I could already feel the tension building in my chest, but I didn't want to let Zaylen down.

She flipped through the channels. “Oh, Friday the 13th is on,” she said with a hint of disappointment. “You don’t like scary movies?” “Not really. Cindy makes me watch some with her. She likes them, but she gets just as scared as I do. I don’t understand why people want to be scared on purpose.” “It’s the adrenaline rush people like, not necessarily the being scared part,” he stated. “Oh, do you want to watch it?” “Not if it will make you uncomfortable.”

It’s a small start, but it’s a start. For research, we spend a Saturday night—a Saturday night that Bethany is not spending with Tim ‘the Soccer Coach’ Collins—watching Zombie’s movies. A little too close to torture porn, for my tastes, but Bethany seems to be eating it up like the orphan Oliver at an all you can eat buffet. I’ve always preferred the classic slasher films; Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween. Cut a guy’s head off with a machete. Drive a pitchfork through a couple in the midst of coital throes. Hack someone to pieces with a chainsaw. All that, I’m good with. Spend two hours torturing someone until they die? Not so much.