Old memories DIE hard

On Thursday Suite Besty, Cool Sis, and I all went to see the midnight showing of Scream 4. To all of our joy and delight, several months ago we had discovered that we all loved the Scream trilogy. Naturally, I suggested that we should watch it right then and there, but Suite Besty wanted to wait until April, the weekend right before the fourth one hit theaters, to be precise. I was sad we had to wait so long, but it was worth it! So last weekend we all sat down and watched all three Screams and relived the love, the glory, and the sheer terror that is one of my/our favorite trilogies ever.

So at Midnight on Friday April 15th, Suite Besty, Cool Sis, and I all sat down in the darkened theater, eagerly anticipating the next installment in this brilliantly scream-worthy franchise. Wes Craven did not disappoint. I screamed, covered my eyes, and gasped with the rest of the audience once the killer(s)???? were revealed. It may be the fact that this is the first one that i've seen in theaters, or that i'd seen the others so many times that I knew and could tell who the killers were in each of the Screams by now, but in my opinion, Scream 4 is the best one. Suite Besty will argue that Scream 2 is the best, and she's right, it's fantastic, and my second favorite. But Scream 4 was SCARY and SHOCKING and kept me at the edge of my seat THE ENTIRE TIME. In short, it was AWESOME, and I LOVED IT.

Afterward as we were discussing it and then all falling asleep at 2/3 in the morning, I was still full of adrenalin, but nevertheless, my sleep was nightmare free. However, last night was a different story. Before I talk about it, I need to take us back to my senior year of high school, when my best friend, Lovely L, and I had our own horror movie moment.

It was our senior retreat and our school had dragged us to a place that LL and I fondly call Camp Wanna-Die. It was cold, we had to get up early every day to sit for four hours at a time listening to mind-numbingly boring lectures, and the water was so sulfur infused that we couldn't force ourselves to shower in it. So our entire senior class was dirty, uncomfortable, and irritated.

Our teachers must have noticed that these conditions would eventually lead to revolt or mass murder, so one night they let us stay up late and have a bonfire. After LL and I had eaten enough s'mores to make the suicidal/serial killer thoughts fade, we started the long trek back to our cabin. It was very dark, very cold, and as LL and I walked arm and arm, we could hear slow and steady footsteps right. behind. us. Our expressions: O_O We sped up and once I felt we were a relatively safe distance away from the footsteps, I turned to look over my shoulder to see who it was. It was the caretaker, whose name was Bear, (BEAR. I'm not kidding) was meandering at a pleasant and steady pace behind LL and I.

Perhaps he did not in fact have any intention to catch up to us and kill us with his bear hands (pun fully intended) or whatever weapon he had stored on his tall and scary person, and then drag us into the surrounding woods never to be seen or heard from again, but LL and I weren't taking any chances. We grabbed each others hands and sprinted across the open field as fast as our 5'2 1/2 (me, sadly) and 5'5 (LL) bodies/legs could carry us. We made it back safely and locked and bolted the doors as quickly as we could. LL and I threw our pajamas on and dove under the covers and finally began to breathe easy. We were hidden, we were alive, and by golly we'd also just run off all of the s'more calories. I snuggled into my sleeping bag and just as I was closing my eyes, enjoying the calm silence, LL's voice came to me through the darkness.

LL: Um, LC?(Me) BEAR has the KEYS!
LL and LC: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Miraculously, we survived the night and Bear the possible serial killer never walked steadily and creepily behind us again, so LL and LC both lived to tell the tale.

So back to my nightmare from last night. It pretty much followed everything I just spoke about, with the exception Bear actually BEING a serial killer and really trying to murder us. As in reality, both LL and I survived the night and attack, although most of the rest of our senior class did not. (Sad Day). Who knows what made me dream about it, probably my mind trying to correlate my terror with that of Sidney Prescott's.

And so ends the tale of Scream 4 and the adventures with LL, LC and Bear. (For now and hopefully forever)