So recently my friend Jen has been staying with me overnight.

Her mom works a double shift and dad isn't in the picture so Jen texted me one night

out of Insomni and asked if she could come over.

But once I got approval from my folks, we've been spending almost every night up talking

and getting to know each other all over again.

It feels like ages since we hung out really.

Thanks to lockdown and virtual school and all that.

Anyway, since it's spooky season, Jen suggested that we start watching scary stuff every

night.

We're both into that jump scare crap and I figured what the hell, you know, we didn't

really have much else to do.

A few nights ago we watched John Carpenter's The Thing, not the new one, the original.

And it got us feeling nostalgic about other stuff that we grew up on that we weren't

as scared of anymore or that still scared us.

The old nightmare in Elm Street was so cheesy that movie hasn't aged well, she said.

While Chuckie used to give me nightmares, I offered, giggling at the silliness of a

possessed doll, probably because I used to be obsessed with dolls.

It's just ridiculous, isn't it, I told her?

Jen laughed back and answered, it's not that bad.

I mean, I used to think Mr. Bad Bones was pretty freaky.

I went the way it tiered for my last laugh and mumbled Mr. Who?

Bad Bones.

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