The Grudge

I am a girl who organizes trips to break into houses where murder-suicides have taken place and stories of spirit unrest abound. I am a girl who digs cemeteries in a big way. I am a girl who used to play with a Ouija board alone, even though I saw Witchboard about 100 times. I am a girl who once thought it would be a blast to work in a funeral home. I am a girl who didn't speak to my mother for a week because she would not let me buy a hearse in high school. What am I getting at? I'm no pussy when it comes to the scary, the creepy and the unexplained.

Last night, my partner-in-gore Linus and I went to see The Grudge. It was utterly terrifying. It was the scariest movie I've ever seen in my life. The Roommate slept at The Boyfriend's last night, and alone, in my bed, I saw that creepy little boy. I dreamed about that creepy little boy, and the dreams were not pleasant. I was thoroughly traumatized by that movie. I can't wait until it comes out on DVD so I can watch it late at night when I'm home alone and scare myself some more.