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Scaring The !@#$% Out Of Myself: Again, Part IV

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One day, I was home watching an excellent Spanish horror film called The Devil’s Backbone.  I’m not into blood-and-gore horror, but give me a psychological thriller that messes with my head any day of the week.

Not that my head needs messing with, but anyway…

Twelve-year-old Carlos is sent to a boys’ orphanage while his father fights and later dies in the Spanish Civil War.  Once there, he confronts a menagerie of surreal characters and situations, including a female caretaker with a wooden leg, an unexploded bomb half buried in the courtyard of the orphanage, a long-time resident willing to do anything to get his hands on the gold hidden in the orphanage’s safe, and the ghost of a boy who haunts the premises and seeks revenge against the one who was responsible for his untimely death.

Naturally, I felt I needed to set the mood, so I had turned off all the lights. And things rapidly spiraled downhill after that.

I watched, frozen in terror, as Carlos, stalked by the ghost of the dead boy, hid himself inside a closet.

And then the phone rang, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack right then and there!

“Hello?” I said.
“Hi.”  It was my dad.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“Dad, I was right at the scariest part of a movie when you called.  You scared the CRAP out of me!”
“Good!” Dad chuckled.

And then we chatted a while.

Later, I watched the rest of the movie with the lights on.

But you already knew that, didn’t you?

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