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That was the best part about horror movies -- the burst of adrenaline they brought forth. Sitting on the edge of your seat, heart pounding, afraid to move or even breathe lest the monster (ghost/serial killer/etc) break through the screen and come for you too. Of course, even better than horror movies was the real thing. Clearly, she needed to take George ghost hunting.
Eyes still glued to the screen, she waited with anticipation for (as it always did) the ghost to appear in the mirror. Then with a little yelp/laugh and small scattering of the popcorn in her lap, she turned to look at their resident time traveler. “Yep. All safe. Now it’s just a bunch of running and screaming. Which is, shockingly, true to life.”












