Do you remember what you peed on as a child, and who came to you in nightmares? I scared bt Freddy Krueger.
Ugh...I still remember how we whatching that movie with my sister secretly from parents.
After watching the film I haven't slept in a week, maybe more. I always saw the shadows of his hat or his claws. And the most insulting thing here is that no one will call for help, because relatives forbade us to watch it.
But curiosity was above all and so we looked at more than a dozen horror movies.
Even as we got older, the love of horror movies remained. One day, my cousin Bill and his aunt from South Carolina came to our hous for weekend.
And we with the sister have decided him to arrange an evening with horror films.
Boy might have thought that there will be another movie format, but by that time we haven't dug up the tapes of his father in the garage.
It was silence of the Lambs with Hannibal Lecter.
The scearest film, but I was immune to such a sight by then, and I was more interested in watching than scared. But my brother was impressed! You should have seen that face.
I even was scared for him, when his lips became white from brown, but cowards, afraid of the opposite.
The scene of eating brains remained in his memory for a long time.
After the movie, my sister went to the kitchen to make us cocoa and didn't came back for a long time. A few minutes later we followed her.
We went to the kitchen, where only the average light was turned on.
Bill walked ahead. The house was silent. A couple of steps and she sream hysterically that I did not even have time to understand anything and ran back into the room.
It turns out that my sister decided we prononuce and scattered on the floor of the raspberries, which came the Bill.
And she lay on the floor and smeared crimson juice.
Just imagine, a soft, cool, slippery raspberry. In the night, I won't tell you where the raspberries are and where the piece of brain Hannibal ate!
Kid Bill was very impressionable that pooped in his pants from fright. Either from the picture of raspberries, or from the fact that our mothers were already coming down the stairs to give us a good pounding.
Many years have passed since then, but I remember this smell... unfortunately, not only raspberries, but Bill.
As you remember, I collect and make only the top, so catch the buzz from this sweet, sneaking to the brain, raspberry DAFAQBERRY, and one pack I already sent Bill. I'm waiting for a response, though after what I just gave you his little liquid secret our communication is unlikely to continue.
