Netflix and Hulu...lovem'. Sammy Terry? Not so much.

Paranormal and horror movies have always been a favorite of mine. No idea why but apparently I love scaring myself stoopid. Netflix is showing my current favorite paranormal series...Paranormal Survivor. If you are interested in things like that I highly recommend this one. I have had a few things happen to me that I can't explain but I have never felt haunted or threatened. Anyway, these stories/reenactments fascinate me and I am hooked. I also watch a lot of true crime movies and series. Dave always said my choice of entertainment freaked him out and he slept with one eye open for years. Whatever, I like to look at that as good behavior reinforcement. If you watch true crime, Hulu has an excellent series called The Act. A true story about a mentally ill woman with Munchausen by Proxy Syndrome and her daughter, Gypsy Rose. I don't remember this story from the news at all but it took place in Missouri and it wasn't that many years ago. HBO also has a documentary about this mother/daughter called Mommy Dead and Dearest.

Anyone who grew up in Central Indiana remembers Sammy Terry. I lived with my Grandma and Poppy from 1st grade to 6th grade and no, I never did anything wrong, why do you ask? Neither one of them shared my budding love of horror movies but since Sammy Terry came on at Midnight on Saturday nights I was allowed to stay up late and watch. Watch...that is not exactly true. If one of my friends (Billie Jean, Madge, Bev, Anny or Margie) spent the night we would lay on the floor with blankets and pillows and watch between our fingers but I don't think we ever made it past the first 5 minutes before we turned it off and ran to the bedroom like thundering buffalo and pulled the covers over our heads. Why? Well duh...everybody knows that covers over the head is the universal signal to all monsters and ghosts that they can't touch you. If I was by myself I never made it past the opening music as that was enough to scare the bejeebers out of me.

I was an adult before I discovered my love for scary books. Bobbie Blackburn can take credit for introducing me to Stephen King. The Stand, The Shining, Christine, Salem's Lot and the scariest of all ... Pet Semetary. I had to read that one during the day and no, I'm not kidding. Dave was traveling a lot for work at that time and we had three little ones under age 5. You would think that was scary enough. We had just bought a beautiful 100 yr old two-story brick home with an attic and basement. I heard every creak, rattle, and squeak. The one night I tried to read Pet Semetary our Great Dane jumped up on the end of the bed (like he did every night) and I almost wet my pants. SO...new rule at the Connell house. Erma Bombeck books at night, Stephen King books during the day and sorry Sammy Terry but you are on your own.

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