but will someone PLEASE discuss the movie Paranormal Activity? It's scared the righteous shit out of me.

Last night, I shit you not, I had three hours sleep before a creaking floorboard woke me up. Heart pounding, eyes bulging, I debated for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES (curled up underneath the blankets, of course) whether or not to get out of bed to turn on the light.

Turn on the light?!

I decided I'd do the next best thing and kip downstairs on the sofa (my rational being that the demon only haunted the upstairs of the house). So I did. WITH THE LIGHT ON.

I dunno...I don't scare easily, I'm a confirmed non-believer, but something about this film has really gotten underneath my skin. Sitting as I am now in broad daylight, I'm feeling uneasy and nervous. I keep jumping at stealthy creaks and bumps as the house settles.

Oh, shit.

I was contemplating watching it either stoned or on ecstasy, the better to enhance the experience. I'm glad I didn't now; I'd currently be receiving electro shock therapy in between bouts of bouncing from padded wall to padded wall in my cell.

I don't get it. Why has this fucking movie gotten to me so badly?