About a week ago, on a Saturday night, my dad and mom decided to watch a movie together. When I my dad what movie they were watching, my dad replied.
"A movie called The Conjuring. It's a rated R horror film." he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. What he didn't know was that I actually waiting to watch that movie for a very long time, and tonight was my chance.
"Can I watch it?" I asked kindly.
My dad looked at me and answered.
"Sure, but don't blame me if you have nightmares."
Great! I was allowed to watch the movie. When my mom came downstairs, she took a look at the movie we were watching. Then, she looked at my dad and pleaded in Spanish.
"Oh, no, please no. Not this movie, I don't like horror. I'm not watching it."
"Mami, come on. It'll be fun!" I reassured her.
"No, I'm not watching it." she decided. With that, she walked out of the room. That meant that it was my dad and I. I was so exited that I almost dug my nails into my dad's arm. With a click of the remote, the movie started.
Halfway into this horror movie, it was so freaky that my arms were wrapped around my dad's. Every 15 minutes, he would pause the movie and ask me if I wanted to keep on watching. Every time, I said yes. Somewhere near the end of the film, one of the characters was going to one of the most haunted places alone. They were walking toward the door of the haunted room. When the character opened the door, I shut my eyes tight, ready for the scary part to come. Without looking, I screamed so loud, . I was so terrified in that moment, I didn't realize that there was nothing in the room. My dad was laughing hysterically, teasing me in a friendly way. When he did an exact imitation of my reaction, scrunching up his face and screaming in a girly voice, I laughed so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. That night, any nightmare I was suppose to have was driven away by the memory of my Dad's mocking scream and face.
"A movie called The Conjuring. It's a rated R horror film." he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. What he didn't know was that I actually waiting to watch that movie for a very long time, and tonight was my chance.
"Can I watch it?" I asked kindly.
My dad looked at me and answered.
"Sure, but don't blame me if you have nightmares."
Great! I was allowed to watch the movie. When my mom came downstairs, she took a look at the movie we were watching. Then, she looked at my dad and pleaded in Spanish.
"Oh, no, please no. Not this movie, I don't like horror. I'm not watching it."
"Mami, come on. It'll be fun!" I reassured her.
"No, I'm not watching it." she decided. With that, she walked out of the room. That meant that it was my dad and I. I was so exited that I almost dug my nails into my dad's arm. With a click of the remote, the movie started.
Halfway into this horror movie, it was so freaky that my arms were wrapped around my dad's. Every 15 minutes, he would pause the movie and ask me if I wanted to keep on watching. Every time, I said yes. Somewhere near the end of the film, one of the characters was going to one of the most haunted places alone. They were walking toward the door of the haunted room. When the character opened the door, I shut my eyes tight, ready for the scary part to come. Without looking, I screamed so loud, . I was so terrified in that moment, I didn't realize that there was nothing in the room. My dad was laughing hysterically, teasing me in a friendly way. When he did an exact imitation of my reaction, scrunching up his face and screaming in a girly voice, I laughed so hard that I couldn't catch my breath. That night, any nightmare I was suppose to have was driven away by the memory of my Dad's mocking scream and face.