What's with that hair?
Oct. 6th, 2002 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Sunday was the Angel marathon at Jen and Kevin's house. We picked the more memorable episodes to review, and I was impressed by all of them. There are some damn fine episodes that came out of that show, as was evidenced by one of the guests, who prides himself on being cynical and jaded, getting drawn in by the series. I think I will have to review my older tapes as well. The evening would have wound down nicely, but I forced myself to stay awake to make lunch for the next day, and was plagued by ghosts and mind tricks until I finally fell asleep.
Ghosts and mind tricks you say? It's that uncanny ability your mind has to attach grim importance to the little clicks and ticks that a house makes. The ones that graduate from innocent clickings to the measured steps of a stranger walking towards your room, in the dark. Or some incorporeal entity that will do horrible things to, that wants you to turn and face it just before it descends on you.
One of these days I will do fear training. I'll walk down to the basement with a penlight or candle, turn out all the lights, and sit there for fifteen minutes in the dark. Once I've mastered that, I'll graduate to watching something really creepy, and delving down to the basement. If I don't show up for when I'm supposed to meet you next, well, at least you'll know where to look.
Ghosts and mind tricks you say? It's that uncanny ability your mind has to attach grim importance to the little clicks and ticks that a house makes. The ones that graduate from innocent clickings to the measured steps of a stranger walking towards your room, in the dark. Or some incorporeal entity that will do horrible things to, that wants you to turn and face it just before it descends on you.
One of these days I will do fear training. I'll walk down to the basement with a penlight or candle, turn out all the lights, and sit there for fifteen minutes in the dark. Once I've mastered that, I'll graduate to watching something really creepy, and delving down to the basement. If I don't show up for when I'm supposed to meet you next, well, at least you'll know where to look.
where to look for chris
Date: 2002-10-07 09:52 am (UTC)in the corner.
face mottled and twisted and paralyzed in fear, mouth gaping in a frozen scream.
i kept seeing little dead girls lurking in my closet last night. fucking Ring.