Fatal Frame

so one night after rehearsal, scott asks me if i'd like to go with him & some friends to play a game.  i thought: board, card, etc.  i said yes.   i was a bit confused when they pulled out the ps2, but i'm still up for it. no big deal.

at this point the lights are still on, people are still chatting, so its still no big deal when they pop in a game called "Fatal Frame."  (i only knew the name from googling it--otherwise i would have been scared by an anonymous video game.)  it doesn't look too bad, whatever, anime figures walking around a haunted mansion, still no big deal.  until the lights go out.  until the first "ghost" appears and starts attacking you.

at this point i may have been screaming, repeatedly, alternately "WHAT IS THAT!?" and "I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"  with perhaps a few "WHY!?"s thrown in.    i mean really, these things aren't pretty.

the worst is that the ghosts don't come very often.  there's almost 10 minutes sometimes of lull wherein you can be given false hope that the ghosts are gone. but i learned after the third crawling-out-from-under-the-porch-ghost to a) don't ever relax b) always be ready to shove the blanket in your mouth to scream and c) never let the blood flow back into scott's arm.  

i was the life of the party, let me tell you. 

by the end, scott had decided he did want feeling in his fingers and just held me and covered my eyes when a ghost came to prevent me from hyperventilating. this tactic proved useful, seeing as i didn't have my inhaler with me. 

why this entertains people is beyond me. 

but, have no fear, my lesson has been learned: keep inhaler handy at all times.