I can handle some violence in movies.
Yep, I’m more or less fine with that.
Add a little blood, a little gore, and yes, I might have closed my eyes a little during that scene.
But really, I’m fine.
But at the first note of foreboding music, at the first hint of suspense, of thrill, of spooky, you better believe I’m freaking out.
The protagonist went around a dark corner?
Yes, I may have shielded my eyes a bit.
The music’s getting faster and the antagonist is going to pounce at any moment?
Okay, fine. I plugged my ears and peeked through the cracks between my fingers over my eyes.
The screen is dark and you know a zombie or equally unnatural and villainous individual is going to jump out at any moment?
Sigh, you got me. Yes, I did just give up on peeking through my fingers and instead pull the blanket up over my head completely.
I like movies a lot. But sometimes, they freak me out a bit.
I guess I’m kind of a pansy like that.