Never challenge paranormal
Okay, here's the thing: You would think that at my age (30-something plus a decade or two), I'd know better by now. When living alone, in an older house with creaks and bumps and bemoanings, AND having had numerous...um...let's just say...ODD...things happen in the past, well, you think I'd know better than to rent - and watch - a movie called 'Paranormal Activity'. Alone.
Yes, you think I'd know better. And truthfully, I did. But, being a fan of scary movies that are at least somewhat gore-free, I just couldn't resist. So on Saturday evening I sat back, popcorn in hand, movie ordered, and pushed play.
For those of you who haven't seen it, Paranormal Activity is about two young adults who have just begun living together and are getting along famously. No lies, no false pretenses; just a fun couple who enjoy each others' company. And they seem to be quite open and honest with one another, except for one small detail the girl forgot to mention to her boyfriend: ever since she was eight years old, there had been this *entity* following her around, creating bumps in the night, mischievous, unexplained happenings, and other minor annoyances.
The boyfriend, who has purchased a video camera and has finally been told about this minor factoid, decides to set the camera up in their bedroom and let it record all night, in an attempt to capture on screen whatever it is that has been lusting after his girl. At first the events are so minute as to be almost unnoticeable, but, as is with all good scary movies, things intensify greatly as the film progresses. I won't give away what happens, but I must say, this movie scared the Q@#$% outta me.
And what frightened me more than anything is the fact that many of the spooky little events that were described by the girlfriend have happened to me. This in itself I found to be rather disturbing, but I kept saying, 'It's only a movie', 'It's only a movie' and 'What happened to you is explainable', 'Imagination gone wild, etc.'. But then, during the middle of the movie, the boyfriend (in one of his not-so-brighter moves) brings a Ouija board into the house, whereupon said entity decides to leave some sort of encrypted message on its surface while they are out.
Okay, so I'm watching this (head half buried under sofa throw, convinced this is a protective enough shield) and am not doing too badly, when the boyfriend says to the girl, 'Hey, do you know anyone named 'Deanna or Diane?' (Not quoting word for word, my brain is still kinda quaking.) When she says no, and asks why, he says he's been trying to figure out what the entity's written message means. And then they pan down to the paper he's been writing on, where it shows all sorts of letters that the boyfriend's scribbled about...and right before the frame changes I notice what is written at the top of the paper, in the corner:
"Goodbye Di"
:shock:
Well, I admit it; I'm a big chicken at the best of times. But this kinda freaked me out, esp. after being able to relate to many of the haunting stories the girlfriend had described. But I still decide to watch the rest of the movie, and, since it was quite early in the evening, then scramble to watch every inane, oddball comedy that's being aired afterward, in an effort to wipe the movie out of my mind. And I thought it had worked; I went to bed so exhausted that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I reached for the light, went to turn it out, and that's when I heard
BANG!!!
come from somewhere in the house. Now, I know what you're all thinking, but nope, it wasn't Yofi. Nor was I really too keen on investigating to find out the source. So instead of turning out the light I left it on, scant solace for a girl with a huge imagination and even bigger fear factor.
One thing I did find out about myself after all of this, though: I can actually fall asleep with the light left on all night.
*And as a footnote to this, I must add: About half an hour ago I was cleaning out the rabbits' cage when I thought about posting this story here. As soon as I did I began getting nervous, recalling the details of the movie and how it had affected me, and for a moment thought, maybe it's a bad idea to write about it...since it HAD frightened me and all that. But just as quickly I thought, nah...it's kinda funny really...and after all, it's not like I shouldn't write about it, right? I mean, what unseen 'something' here would mind?
And as soon as that thought crossed my mind, a huge bag of hay fell from the top of the dresser and WHAMMED onto the floor, full force.
:nerves1