Reading about a horror film has given me horror.

Mind as weapon against itself.

I can’t not think of it.  I have no visuals.  Visuals might be better.

My 12-year old son explained to me why The Exorcist was scary.

“It’s so slow,” he said.  “You never know when.”

My problem with the movie: “I never knew that…”

Only reality has done this to me before.