Blood and Gore
The lights go down like a warning sign no one listens to and we sink into the couch half laughing, half bracing
The screen flickers alive with something already dead a grainy scream tearing through cheap speakers like its trying to escape
we watch anyway
buckets of blood that look too bright too thick, too red to be real but that's the charm, isn't it the way it spills like paint like someone knocked over a nightmare
You say "this is so bad" but you don't look away
a masked figure stumbles through shadows boots too loud knife too shiny logic nowhere to be found
and still when the music spikes we both flinch like fools who forgot we chose this
There's comfort in it
In knowing the monster won't leave the screen that the screams end with credits that even the worst endings fade to black eventually
We quote the terrible lines predict every death cheer when someone runs the wrong way a ritual of bad decisions we'd never survive ourselves
Outside, the night is quiet inside, we let the chaos bloom blood and gore cheap thrills and worse acting a carnival of fear we can turn off whenever we want
but we don't not yet
because somewhere between the laughter and the fake crimson stains there's a strange kind of peace watching horror without having to live it