The Traumatic Horror Movie
Okay, so picture this: Pigu, the greatest alien hero of all time (yes, *me*), sitting down to watch a *harmless* movie with my friends. We’re all ready for a fun night, laughing and eating snacks like normal people, right? Wrong! What I didn’t know was that this movie was about to be *way* too much for my alien nerves to handle. Let me tell you about the traumatic experience I went through. It was like living through a nightmare… without even trying!
So, here’s what happened: we’re watching this movie—something about a haunted house, I think? And everyone else is all like, “Ooh, this is so spooky!” But me? I’m just sitting there thinking, “This is fine, nothing’s gonna happen. I’m an *alien*. I’ve seen *way* crazier stuff than this.” And then, BAM! The first jump scare hits. I swear, my heart almost *literally* jumped out of my chest. I was so freaked out I almost fell off the couch. Like, *how* are humans not terrified of this stuff? I should’ve known then that this movie was not going to be my friend.
Fast forward a little, and the characters in the movie are getting chased around by… *ghosts*. Okay, now I’m not one to get scared by ghosts (I’m an alien, remember?), but the *sound effects* in this movie? Terrifying! It was like someone was sneaking around in the background, and every time I’d turn to look, my friends would laugh, thinking I was overreacting. But no, no, no. The movie had some serious *psychic attacks* on my brain. I was so scared I couldn’t even look at the screen anymore. At one point, I just closed my eyes and hoped it would end soon.
And then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, *the creepy doll* appeared. I thought I was going to *die* right there on the spot. Why do people think dolls are creepy? They look like they’re just sitting there, waiting for you to turn your back, so they can *kill you*. I was practically shaking in my seat! I wanted to scream, “Turn it off!” but no one else seemed to care. They were all laughing at my reaction! Seriously, who even *thinks* dolls are cute? They are *not* cute. They are evil! 😱
At this point, I was done. I was *so* scared that I tried to hide behind my popcorn bucket (which wasn’t nearly big enough to shield me from the horrors of this movie). But then—THE BIGGEST SCARY THING HAPPENS. The villain—this ghostly, floating figure—appears right behind the main character. I almost jumped out of my seat and *literally flew* into the ceiling. I’m not even joking. I think I sprained something in the process. I was now fully convinced that ghosts were real, and I’d have nightmares forever. Who could blame me? This movie was a total *mind mess*!
When it was finally over, I was so traumatized, I couldn’t even look at the TV for the rest of the night. My friends were laughing, of course, and I tried to act like I wasn’t scared (because *I’m an alien, remember*?), but deep down, I was *shook*.
Now I’m seriously debating whether I ever want to watch another horror movie ever again. *Ever.* Like, I’ll stick to cartoons. Please, no more ghosts or creepy dolls or *jump scares* for me. I’m *good*.