amityville

I watched a lot of horror as a kid, but the movies didn't really scare me. Heights? Snakes? Chickens? Terrifying. But scary movies didn't freak me out, they felt safe, like home. Except for one. I watched it in the middle of a month long movie marathon. My father's father had died, dad was depressed, I was home from school, and dad rented several movies everyday. One scary story after another. And then there was this one. I was eight years old. And suddenly, I was curled around a pillow, too scared to cry, too scared to sit on furniture. (If you're on the floo[...]