I don't know if I'm superstitious, but I do believe in karma. Whenever I'm intentionally nasty, it always comes back to bite me.
Movie: In Cold Blood. Actually, all the horror films based on true stories.
Villain: Michael Myers because he never dies.
The last time I can remember being truely scared was when I was in 8th grade. I was babysitting at the house next door. It was about 11:30 and there was a bad storm, and the kids had been asleep for hours.
I was in the family room watching TV when I heard footsteps in the hall. (Imagine the sound of wet tennis shoes on a tile floor.) I bolted into the kitchen and called my brother. He came running over and when he came through the front door, his shoes made the same exact sound. I almost passed out. He searched the entire house, top to bottom, and found nothing.
Thinking about it today, it still creeps me out. Now, if we talk about it, he says I imagined it, but he believed me that night, and I still think someone was in that house.
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be enbered with your old nonsense. ~ Emerson
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