A few weeks ago, we flicked through the choices of movies on the Netflix stream and came across "Paranormal Activity". Adam had seen it and said it was good, and I astutely noted that "Paranormal Activity 3" is out, so it must have been decent. (Any sane person, of course, is thinking of "Halloween 14" or whatever they are up to now and realizing the flaw in my logic. The "Sequel Theory" most definitely does not apply to horror films.)
However, I was in the mood for a mystery, and so we watched the movie. It is one of those "Blair Witch" or "Cloverfield" types that are filmed as if they are everyday folks with their home videos, and the actors use their real names. It was pretty good. Believable, but extraordinary.
It's about a girl who has been haunted by a demon, off and on, for most of her life. The demon had not shown itself since she was a pre-teen, but had recently returned now that she was an adult, and she was not going to take it anymore. So she and her fiancee start trying to document the issue. Let's just say, it does not end well.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but, well, the movie has apparently freaked me out. You see, it starts as just some bumps and thuds in the night and a door that creaks as it moves by itself. It only gets worse progressively.
The other night, the furnace kicked on and made a racket as the baseboards tinked and clinked, and then the cat wedged herself through the slightly open creaky basement door and I nearly had a heart attack. I tried to laugh at myself as I got up and very quickly shut the door on the dark and noisy furnacey basement with the potential demon lurking in the shadows.
And it has been happening ever since. I inadvertently brought back a fear of the basement, which I thought I licked in high school. Different basement, same scary darkness.
Next time, we're watching "Tangled".