Funny Days at Butler Diaries

The movie Quarantine was rented at RedBox. There was much cheering on the way, finally I've let them rent a REAL scary movie. Not a fake one. (quoted from the 14 year old, I have no idea what a fake scary movie is, but you must remember, blind people DRIVE in her world.)

You have to have a little history from the movie for you to really enjoy the next paragraph.

We turn all the lights off, YARM14YOL on the couch, Tim in his manly chair, me in my comfy chair, Taylor stretched out on the floor. This young pretty reporter woman follows around a crew of firemen who get called to an old apartment building where one of the tenants is having a medical trauma and no paramedics are available. The old lady is foaming at the mouth (I said rabies right off and everyone told me I was wrong.) She attacks one fireman, pretty much eats him up speed of light fast. The other firemen kill her. Others in the apartment have been bitten. The government knows about this and seals the building off, no one can leave. The cable, Internet, cell reception, lights all shut down very dramatically one by one. After an hour of everyone hiding from the infected ones, lots of jump at you thrills (to which I screamed at one of them) we are down to the last two people. The young pretty reporter and her camera man. The camera man has lost his light on the camera and has gone to night vision, which makes the ending even more scary. He dies and we are left with the scared reporter, who can not see whats coming at her, but we can. The last scene you see the reporter shaking on the floor, something grabs her feet, pulls her into the dark, while you hear her screaming and watch her nails dig in to the hard wood floor. Boom its over.

Taylor gave up in the middle of the movie and went to bed. Mary Margaret stuck it out. Tim locks up and goes to bed. Mary Margaret and I stay in the kitchen wrapping Taylor's birthday presents. I forgot to get the tape from my room. I send MM to my room at the end of the hall to get the tape. All the lights are off except in the kitchen, we just had the sink light on. MM goes skipping down the hall, half way down, she screams and falls to the floor kicking, screaming bloody murder, crying. I look down the hall to see what in the world is happening (cause I wasn't going down the hall myself) What do my little eyes see?

My 6'4", flannel wearing husband was laying on the floor, half out of Taylor's bedroom, trying his best to not get kicked in the face. She gets away jumps up and runs back to the kitchen crying so hard shes heaving, gets behind me and says, "Look down the hall, I can't stand it, tell me what got me."

Tim.

She had to lay with us in our bed for 30 minutes before she would go to her own room and sleep with the lamp on. This child has never slept with a light on and has always from day one slept by herself. He got her good.

It's been a long time since Tim scared one of us. The last time he got me. I was home alone, showering, in my own little world. We have a shower curtain. I did not hear him come in. He comes into the bathroom wraps his hands around me. I brought down me, him, the shower curtain, the rod attached to the wall and scraped my back on the water faucet. My legs were all bruised up, my back was bruised, the whole bathroom got soaked and I had to buy a new curtain and rod. He decided to stop scaring us so much. He was afraid he would cause a heart attack one day.

That's how we roll here at Butler Diaries. I know you all want to be me.