Stop.

Slowly I crunch down on that buttery-yellow piece of popped corn, clutching a pillow as the light from the screen emanates onto my face. Eyes wide and breath held, my eyes follow the moving person as they tiptoe slowly across the creaky wooden floor of a hundred year old haunted mansion. In the back of my mind, I know what is coming; in a couple seconds the ghost is going to jump suddenly onto the screen forcing a scream out of the back of my throat. I know that if I continue to watch the horror movie, I will spend several sleepless nights with all the lights on in my room, and yet I continue to sit there and subject myself to the terrors of the film, unable to tear my eyes from the screen.