Melody Monroe stared at the screen, captivated from the very first scene.
'Looks like this is a mind-bending horror movie! Not just cheap scares for the sake of it. A real wake-up call!'
Evan Fairchild was pondering a question.
'She isn't even afraid of scenes like this, so why is she so afraid of me?'
'Am I scarier than a horror movie?'
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
The tighter his brow furrowed.
'Looking at how excited she is, is she going to hide in my arms?'
'Is she going to be so scared she'll cling to me and not let go?'
'Will she be too afraid to sleep alone all night?'
'Will she tenderly take my hand and beg me not to leave?'
Evan Fairchild recalled a friendly tip he'd read about this particular move: *This trick is ineffective on girls who actually like horror movies!*
Suddenly, there was a loud BANG!
Lost in thought, Evan Fairchild flinched.
Melody Monroe turned to look at him. "Are you scared?"
