After a 3-4 week Movie Night hiatus, we started the holiday season off right with Amityville last week and then Dawn of the Dead this week. This post is mostly about Dawn of the Dead, because it was a fine movie, and it also led to an extremely horrifying experience.

I was impressed with the movie because it wasted no time jumping right to the action. And then it didn’t let go. Thankfully, we waited to watch the movie until all of the Trick-o-Treaters who apparently drove in from other suburbs were done. (We ended up cutting the front porch light off so that they would leave us alone, but they were relentless.) But no plan of mine ever goes w/o a hitch, and my doorbell acted up again. It is known to go off on it’s own and then is left in this buzzing state. Half dead, half alive.

I pause the movie, go downstairs and then have the very sophmoric thought, “It would be awesome if I yelled out, ‘Ah! Zombie!’ to scare them…Nah, that would be too childish. I’m beyond that.”

I get to the bottom of the stairs, and then open the door. With my feet firmly planted on the ground and with every intention of just putting my arm outside to slap at the doorbell, I feel my weight shift forward and there in front of me, inches from my face is this dark figure, just a silouette.

Scared for my life, I jump back on the stairs and start screaming. Either it talked to me, or I somehow figured out who it was (Marie), but all I remember was cursing for about a minute straight.

Of course, everyone got a good laugh, including Mrree who had a very puzzled look on her face before explaining the situation.

–SnoopyKiss just wants to retreat into the safety of his own home and play GTA: SA for a few days.