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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Night of the Living Dead
This was one of only two movies I ever saw that really scared me. I was young possibly 8-9 years old. I was still naive enough to believe downed satellites or nauseous gases could wake the dead. I was at friend of mines house. His sister was supposed to be watching us but for some reason or other was not around. We watched the movie and I was terrified. I remember my mom calling for me when they got home and saying they were back and I could come home. There was a large field of tall grass and trees between our two houses. Probably about 2 acres in distance. I have never run faster between two points in my life. When I got to the door I told my mom to lock it. I remember being angry that we didn’t own a gun or have a stash of boards on hand that we could shutter the house with. His sister never babysat me again and I although I have tried have never found that thrilling of an experience with a horror movie.
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