Oh man I used to be death scared of Chucky the doll. Watched like ten minutes of it and thought I was screwed. Felt like that demon doll was always watching me, like he was gonna pop out while I'm taking a shower and cut some important stuff off. Felt like he was just watching me while I slept, waiting for me to close my eyes and fall asleep so he can stab me with his little doll knife. Deciding whether or not to open my freakin' eyes to stop him from killing me, or keep them closed because I was so scared of what I might see.
What's up with us? Why do some of us crave fear? I know I do, I guess I can't speak for you but I know some people do. I mean we watch scary movies we know we'll be disturbed by later, yet we do it. Why? Adreniline? We go to a haunted house to be freaked out, or so we can have an excuse to hold a hot girl's hand. But we still crave fear. We want to sky dive for fear, we want to ride a roller coaster for fear. It's like the possibility of our itimate death excites us. Ha weird. Like love, I guess you can say that fear is a drug too.
Those thrill seekers. Someone should do a study on it (I'm sure they have). But why do some crave fear and some don't? Like me...I don't want to watch scary movies at all. And you do. How/why are we different?
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ReplyDeletethat chucky picture is my childhood nightmare and it is prime.
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