Author Note: I know that Halloween has passed,but better late than never,right? This is a narrative essay about a learning experience that I had to write for English class. I hope you guys like it!

Horror Movies Are Scary:

I was dreaming of nothing in particular when I was jarred awake by the sound of my mother shrieking like a banshee at my sister for almost breaking a plate. I got up out of bed, stretching the whole way to the bathroom. As I do my morning routine, I try to remember what I read yesterday. I do this to make sure I'm reading the same book I was already reading. When I'm done, I find my mom searching movie times on the computer.

"Ooh. What movie are we gonna see, mommy?," I ask excitedly. My mom turned to me and said, "Saw 3."

"Saw 3? That looked scary. Why can't we see Aquamarine?" I asked fearfully.

"Because I don't want to see Aquamarine. I want to see Saw 3," she replied.

"But I don't want to see it. It looks scary," I insisted with a pout. I almost stomped my foot, but I didn't want to come off as a brat.

"Well, too bad. You're seeing it. Now leave me alone," she snapped, turning back to the screen. I stood there for a moment, hoping she would change her mind. After a minute or so, I sniffed and walked to my room.

I grabbed the book I was previously reading, Charlotte's Web, and sighed. I really don't understand how someone who hates seeing blood in real life would love watching other people get mauled. She says its because she knows its fake, but whatever. I decide to read until its time to go.

An hour or so later, I'm shrugging on my coat, thinking about how this would affect my sleep that night. I was hoping it wouldn't give me nightmares, but I knew better than that. I knew I was going to have nightmares. The question was how severe the nightmare would be. I was dearly hoping that it wouldn't be too severe. I wanted to sleep tonight after all.

The ride to the theater was silent. I didn't want to think about where we were heading, so I brought along my book. The drive was short since we took the freeway and it felt like it was only a few seconds when we pulled up to the parking lot. As we walked to the door, my stomach was doing flip-flops. By the time we sat down in our seats, my hands were shaking.

When the lights dimmed to show the trailers, I told myself that the trailers couldn't be that scary. I was wrong. The trailers were super scary. I had my hands over my eyes within the first minute. When the screams died out, I peeked through my hands and saw that the coast was clear. I put down my hands and watched the movie.

I was fine during the first 40 minutes, since it was only introducing the main characters. The next 80 minutes I had my hands over my eyes and my head burrowed on my mother's shoulders, sobbing silently with every scream I heard. I caught a couple gory scenes when I was checking to see if it was safe and it scared me more than anything did in my life.

When the movie was over, my eyes were puffy and I was shaking all over. I looked at my mom and asked in a shaky voice, "Is it really over?" My mom said yes and I smiled in relief. It was finally over. I was happy for the first time that day.

When it was time to go to bed, I knew that I was in for a bumpy night. But I had to go to bed, so I took a deep breath. The moment I closed my eyes, the scenes that I did see came to the forefront of my mind. This kept me up the whole night. Suffice to say, I didn't sleep much.