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A five-minute ride seemed like forever! We finally got there to a crowded parking lot and a long line. Luckily we already had our tickets. “Great thinking,” I thought to myself. My sister and I walked impatiently to the theatre, and found our seats. It was ten minutes until the movie started. I was sitting there fidgeting and squirming around. I was annoyed that the movie hadn’t started yet. 8:59, it was minute until the movie. The lights dimmed, it became very dark.
I watched preview after preview. “Finally” I thought to myself. The movie had begun. It was a documentary used with a regular video camera. The continuous shaking of the camera gave me “The Headache!” It didn’t matter to me, I was watching the movie. The movie I had been secretly “DYING!” to see. Cold chills came and went. Shivers ran through my back as I seen shadows throughout the movie. About halfway through the movie, the main character Katie had been drugged out of her bed and down the stairs. “HOLY CRAP” did that really happen.
Screams and panics entered the theatre. I was one of them. I for once was truly terrified. I grabbed my sister’s arm and squeezed it. I buried my face into my hands. It killed me to look away. It was something I had to do. The last scene arrived, she threw her boyfriend up the stairs, sniffed him, looked at the camera, and just right there it ended. I was spooked, I looked lifeless. I held my sister’s arm as we walked to the car. We began chatting about the movie. Our likes and dislikes.
I looked at my sister and softly said, “Brandy, I’m scared.” She looked at me shocked. Her mouth dropped. She knew nothing scared me. This was Spanish. We arrived home; I looked at her and took off to the stairs. I ran up them as if I was in a race. Taking two at a time, I reached the door. My hands were shaking, for two reasons. One, I was terrified, and two it was way too cold! My sister laughed at me while it took me forever to open the door. I was shivering, and shaking beyond no belief. You could say I was hesitant. |