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Thank you Britt. I trust you were haunted in the good way not the blood dripping down walls and silent screaming faces in mirrors way. 🙂 LikeLike Reply
LOL! In a good way of course. ♥ The other is reserved for nights when I watch horror movies and forget I live alone >_< LikeLike
I like to pretend I’m busy with something else during the scary parts so i have a reason not to look at the screen. LikeLike
I just cover my eyes until I think the scary parts are over. Sometimes I am wrong when I take a sneak peek >_< LikeLike
Yes! Tricked by moments of silence before the real horror! Damn you filmmakers and your clever use of sound and silence! LikeLike
The SleepCoat League Presents: 
Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.
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very zen
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beware expectation
leads to
disillusion
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Thank you.
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And your sentiment is one I can agree with too.
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Very haunting my dear S.L.
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Thank you Britt.
I trust you were haunted in the good way not the blood dripping down walls and silent screaming faces in mirrors way. 🙂
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LOL! In a good way of course. ♥
The other is reserved for nights when I watch horror movies and forget I live alone >_<
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I like to pretend I’m busy with something else during the scary parts so i have a reason not to look at the screen.
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I just cover my eyes until I think the scary parts are over. Sometimes I am wrong when I take a sneak peek >_<
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Yes! Tricked by moments of
silence before the real horror!
Damn you filmmakers and your clever use of sound and silence!
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