I don't much care for scary movies because even though I know it's fake and I know it's usually not even remotely possible - my imagination goes berserk afterwards. When the Blair Witch Project first came out I randomly hoped on their website. It was late at night and everyone else was asleep. One hour later I'm ready to go to bed. But the rooms were dark. And I was alone, sorta. So I did what any red-blooded woman would do in the face of her hyper-active imagination. I turned on every single light on the way to my bedroom. Woke up my husband so he could turn off the computer, then turn off all the lights after me while I huddle under the blanket.

I still haven't lived it down.