I love horror. When people ask me why, I never have a good answer. You could get all psychological with it, but what's the point? Every hyped up psychoanalytical thing I've heard or read about makes no sense to me. Oh, I like horror because it reminds me that I'm alive? Thanks, I almost forgot. No. I love horror simply because it's fun, and I don't need someone poking into my brain to try and figure that out. I like other types of movies too, but they never give me the same kind of satisfaction that horror does. When I watch a drama or a romance movie, sure, I'll feel for the characters and hope they get what they wish for. When I watch a comedy--a good comedy--I'll laugh until tears run down my face. But when I watch a horror movie? My heart beats, my mind races, and I forget where I am until it's over. It's exciting. I worry, I care, I get terrified sometimes. I love that. No, I'm not a thrill-seeker. I hate roller coasters and you would never catch me skydiving--ever. I just like that adrenaline rush of seeing some terrifying monster and hoping beyond hope that the characters make it out of the movie alive. They don't remind me that I'm alive; they make me feel alive. That's the difference. Some people do like free-falling or riding in a rickety cart on a rickety rail at sixty miles per hour. Me, I like watching horror movies. It's how I get a rush. I can't explain away my love for blood and guts, but I don't have to. If you think I'm crazy for it, great. I know I'm not. If you think I'm weird, that's wonderful. I'm proud of it. I really don't care what in this noggin of mine makes me want to see bloodshed. It is what it is, and I am what I am. And what I am is a horror fan.
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My name is Jenny. When I'm not working, sleeping, or playing Bingo Blitz on Facebook (because I'm 23, and that's totally what all 23 year-old girls do with their spare time), I'm watching horror movies. I live them, I breathe them, I dream them, I review them. Here, though, I'm going to be doing things a little differently. I'll delve into the horror that is my mind, and whatever else I can cook up. This is my diary. Read it, enjoy it, fear it. Do with it what you will.
Jenny's House of Horrors
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