Today on the road was a true horror show. It’s rain, people, not a typhoon. You don’t have to either a) 75 in a 35 or b) 25 in a 50. Can’t we find a happy medium? And jesus, people, when the light is GREEN, fucking GO!
Last night was yet another amazing episode of American Horror, on FX. Which brings me to my topic today: What would you do when faced with true horror? If you were say, i don’t know, looking to buy a home and you found out during the process that your house was haunted, or there were a series of murders and just bad happenings, would you move in? Or would you walk away?
There might be some part of me that wants to move in. Yeah, the 20% part that wants to fix up the house. Like having a doll house but never actually living in the house. Because seriously, NO, I do not want to find myself lighting fucking fires NAKED in my sleep! I may visit (during the day) for about 5 minutes, outside.
Okay, I would go in ONE TIME! That would be enough for me. To actually live there is quite another terrible scary thing that I know my heart would not be able to take. Can you image talking to someone who you know is there. (but isn’t) Everyone sees these people. I’ve heard horror stories of people moving into a house that is so goddamn old that they actually hear moaning or crying at night. Babies crying, footsteps, doors slamming. You don’t have yourself a regular, just roaming around, ghost; you’ve got yourself a full blown poltergiest . Sorry sweetie, it’s time to move. And hell no, I would not wait to sell that house. I’d get an apartment and let that shit foreclose. After living there, I think i’d rent for the rest of my life.
And on topic of scary movies in houses, why does every family try to stick it out? What are you gaining? These ghosts are angry as shit, you WILL NOT be solving their problems. They are either bored as shit and are amused by your fear, or they are just fucking evil! So get the hell out already. But ya know what, stay so I can watch a movie about it later. Yeah, I’m that selfish. My train of thought when I’m watching this type of movie is this: I know what the hell you’re going to do. You’re going to stick around, act like you can fix this and in the end you are totally fucked. Congratulations, you’re an idiot. But thank you for the entertainment.
Now, the occasional ghost is one thing. Maybe they genuinely want to tell you something, and maybe you should listen. But an evil ghost is not one to mess with. Let alone, generations of troubled souls. The only thing I get out of anyone who wants to live in these houses or situations has either a death wish or really, really enjoys the thrill. I get it I wish I had the huge balls you possess. Because i’m a huge wuss about this. Again, I do enjoys a good psychological thriller. So kudos American Horror Story!
And good day to you all.