Don’t you love a good scare? I do. My mother was a huge fan of scary thrillers. She would watch them while I was pretending to be asleep. With a tiny slit of an open eyelid, I would watch in secret . I must have digested every single horror flick made in the 80’s and 90’s. Over and over, I would watch, with absolute delight. I have to admit that it is probably the root of the reason why to this day, I am afraid of the dark and why I insist on a platform bed. Otherwise, something may crawl out from under the bed and get me. And let’s not get started on open closets.
Here are some people in midst a good scare.
What do you think they were looking at?