Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why… do I watch horror movies alone… all by myself… in the middle of the night?!
At this particular moment, I am watching Silent House (2011)… or, as I like to call it: “Scary House” and/or “House I Do Not Want to Live in or Visit.” (I’m ignoring the fact that I’ve lived in haunted houses and a haunted apartment before.)
It would be nice if a little kitty cat or a big friendly dog wanted to sit beside me about now. But they seem to be otherwise occupied.
This story will either end really stupidly or very disturbingly. Either way, I won’t know for another half-hour. Gulp.
Eek. There goes Uncle Peter!
UPDATE (5 minutes later):
Verging on stupidly.
And then disturbingly again.
PS: Elizabeth Olsen did a good job.