Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

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Guillermo del Toro's El Orfanato (The Orphanage)

I've seen quite a lot of horror movies. Some of them are fun, some of them are cheesy, some of them are gross (not really into those), and some of them scare me and make me watch through the holes in my afghans (like the Paranormal Activity movies. Those really creep me out). But I don't think anything has horrified me as much as the resolution to The Orphanage. My paranoid mind recognizes that at its core, it could actually happen, and it just . . . terrifies me.

I'll expand in the comments if asked to do so.

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In middle school (or maybe elementary when we were using the middle school building. It was in the middle school cafeteria, as I recall), in the lunch line, a boy was . . . doing something that really annoyed me, or said something that made me mad, or something. So I bopped him on the head with my fist. (Think: "Little Bunny Froo-Froo hopping through the forest, scooping up the field mice, bop 'em on the head *bop*) It was like I was watching someone else do it. I was more surprised and embarrassed than anything afterward. I don't recall his reaction, though I think surprise might cover it. I remember who it was, too, but I won't say.