Well we started watching The Haunting Of Hill House. It was creepy, no spoilers, but I coped the only way I know how, I hid behind the pillows and read the plot on Wikipedia (there was too much creepiness not to be prepared).
This is an actual photo of how I watched the show.
After the fifth episode, (we’d been watching all dayish) I couldn’t watch anymore. I needed to give myself a break and a shower and somehow shut my brain off. It didn’t work I freaked myself out. First I was sat closest to the cellar and we all know how scary cellars are I panicked and imagined things happening. Then the clock on the mantel peice which had died at some point over the weekend began ticking mani style, it
ticked at double the usual speed. I was creeped out and decided to go to bed. Not half an hour later the door to my wardrobe, which had a dress hanging on it began to open slowly, GO couldn’t see the door but could see the curtains billowing in the wind. I was just settling down, although bursting for the loo but too scared to go, when GO’s bedside light turned it self off, then five minutes later on again. This happened all night long, until he unplugged it. My logical side knows it was dust (they are touch lights and his side is ridiculously dusty) but, well, you never know. Why did it all happen the night we watched that film?
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