<p>It's time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>

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<p>"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!" *</p>

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<p>"Have you checked the children?" +</p>

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<p>"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!"  ^</p>

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<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>

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<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It's one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that loved ones are near.  It's another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>

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<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  And then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  "Never again!", said I. </p>

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<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house. </p>

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