You know, because of all the horror movies I’ve watched over the years, I’ve numbed myself, for the most part, to the horror of them. Yeah, I know, I’ve said that before, but it’s true and it’s relevant to this post so I’m writing it again anyway.
I don’t jump and I don’t make Ah! noises. Kyle, on the other hand… Good horror movies can raise bumps along my skin. They can also make my hair feel like it’s trying to pull away from my body. The Conjuring is one of those films. And you know what? Butterfly Kisses is another one. If you love horror, and you haven’t seen this film, you’re doing yourself a disservice. Go and watch it.
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John Hunt Fiction 