En Halloween-aften med gyserfilm og frygt

I was at my friend Jason’s house to celebrate Halloween. We had done this the past 2 years. We considered staying up all night watching Saw, and other horror-movies, as a perfectly normal teenager behaviour. We met up at Richard’s house around at 8 pm. The deal was that everyone had to bring 2 movies, he hadn’t seen before. That meant that we couldn’t bring the movie we had watched tons of times and wouldn’t be scared of at all. That wouldn’t be funny. In order to be on top the rest of the year you had to be calm during the tensest moments of the movies, you had to show the boys that you were the man, that you weren’t afraid of a psychopath with a chainsaw, trapping some dude in the corner of an old, dark house out in the country-side where nobody can here you scream... We sat in the cellar chilling and having fun watching horror movies. None of the guys seemed to be marked by the movie. A little noise from the corner alerted all of the guys. “What was that?” Jonas whispered, and had a really great look on his face. For a short moment I thought that it would fit perfectly in a horror movie. Normally I would panic. I didn’t like strange sounds from the corners. I used to overreact and shout at whomever I thought could save me from the unknown thing, which threatened me, big-time. I was afraid of the dark as well. I didn’t know why, but I think it was because of the unknown factor in the dark. That’s why I’m afraid of the death as well I think. The guys went to check in the corner, while I sat and shuddered in my sleeping-bag. The film still was playing in the background, but either of us paid attention to it. We decided that it was the cat, which were poking to a mouse or something. I struggled to be able to follow the movie, because I was way too focused on the room, and if there were any movement that shouldn’t be there. 3 minutes later, we heard a strange sound from upstairs. I quickly laid down in my bed, and pretended to be very busy taking my pants on, or something like that. I really didn’t want to be chosen to go check what was wrong. The guys went upstairs to check if something was wrong. When they got up, we heard disturbance. We all hid in our sleeping-bags. After a while, we heard steps on the stairs. Everything was like slow-motion. The bottom end of the stairs was quite dark. I saw Jason’s head popping out from the stairs. He rushed towards, laughing he’s head of. “It was my littlebrother and his friend. Haha. They were making all the strange noises and all that stuff. You should have seen the looks on your faces!” That stands in my mind as the scariest Halloween of all time.