When I was a kid I used to love to watch horror movies, so I think it’s great that my sister Danielle loves horror movies too, if for no other reason it gives me someone I know will want to see the newest horror movie when it comes out. The only difference between my sister and myself is that she gets really scared when she watches a good horror movie and is not shy about showing it. She will sit in the theater and scream louder than anyone else watching the movie - and most times it will be right into my ear. When she saw The Texas Chainsaw Massacre she got so scared that she yelled, jumped, and threw her popcorn in the air, covering everyone behind her with it. It was good thing that the people behind us had a good sense of humor and were ok with being bathed in popcorn. Although she loves the movies she still sometimes has bad dreams when she watches them. Early this morning she woke me up from a good, deep sleep to tell me about a dream she had that was inspired by a horror movie.

This is how the conversation went:


Danielle: I had a bad dream last night.

Me: Huh? (thinking why does Michelle Rodriquez sound like my sister and why is she talking about her dreams when she should be tying me to the bed)

Danielle: I had a bad dream

Me: (waking up and realizing that it was my sister and not Michelle Rodriguez talking to me) What did you dream?

Danielle: I dreamt about Jason.

Me: Jason? From the Friday The Thirteenth movies?

Danielle: Yes.

Me: What was he doing?

Danielle: He was killing everyone.

Me: That’s his job. (I covered my head and went back to sleep).