To this day, I am still very frightened to
watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I made it a good forty-five minutes into the
film and once this demonic face melted onto the screen, I had to shut it
off. This was a movie, but it’s not the
first time I’ve seen something like that.
The other evening, my husband and I were
talking about the film and he asked me why I like paranormal things if I don’t
like to be scared watching horror movies? My answer: “because I’ve seen things
that are very similar to the things they show in that movie.” I only ever told
him part of the story, and I’ve done the best to suppress a few little details,
but that particularly demonic face on the screen triggered a memory that I thought
I had deeply buried.
