Annabelle was asleep by ten that night. Her usual bedtime was around eight-thirty, but kept forgetting when her bedtime was, so she ended up staying up a few hours later than she should. Maybe she'll sleep later and I won't have to wake up so early.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Ron asked, his voice as gruff as always. "What's that-"

"It's a new movie Sarah bought for Will," I replied. "The Conjuring. It's a horror movie." Watching my first horror movie at ten at night, with a weird man in the same room? This will definitely be interesting. No better time than the present, right?

I slid the movie into the side of the TV and pressed play. The beginning trailers came on, and I walked into the kitchen to make some popcorn. "You want anything?"

"What do you have to offer?" he answered in a smart-alec tone.

"I have a can of kick your butt, some kiss mine, and Milk Duds and popcorn!"

"I'll take the last two options!"

The popcorn popped in the microwave loudly, even louder than the movie trailers. It took a few minutes before the popping subsided, and I took the steamy bag out and dumped the now popped popcorn into the bown and showered the top with Milk Duds. It's something Daddy used to do, putting Milk Duds over his popcorn at the movie theater.

Sounds of 'horror' came through the TV's speakers as I walked into the room. I sat down a foot or so away from Ron and put the bowl of popcorn between us. "How were the trailers?"

"Meaningless," he replied, staring oddly at the Milk Duds. "What are those?"

"Milk Duds," I replied, popping one into my mouth. "It's caramel covered in chocolate. It's really good, but sometimes hard to chew."

Slowly, he picked up one Milk Dud and examined it. He smelled it, brought it up to his eyes to look at it more clearly, then slowly placed it into his mouth. His pupils dilated, weirdly enough, and he ate it up real quickly.

Laughing, I asked, "Is it good?"

"It's... It's.. Perfect.." he breathed.

Let's just hope he doesn't end up getting fat off of the useless simple sugars like I did. It takes forever to get those fats off of your body.

The movie started out simple enough. A family moving into an older house, a little eerie, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Until-

"OMIGAWSH!" I screamed as the face of some horrifying woman appeared on the screen, the music pounding my eardrums. Ron bellowed in laughter at my outburst, and I slapped him. "Not cool!"

"You'll wake Anna," he chuckled.

"She sleeps like a rock, she won't hear."

The popcorn was all eaten by the middle of the movie, as they started chatting about some Annabelle doll. The name just freaked me out. Why on Earth would Sarah and Will name their precious child after that accursed doll?! Seriously?!

Obviously they haven't seen this horrifying movie.

I was almost rocking back in forth, hugging my legs close to my chest, watching the movie. It was both amazing and mentally scarring. People say its not a scary movie. Liars.

Ron turned his head to face me, and smirked when he saw my horrified expression. "You alright?"

"Nooooo, and I never will be," I muttered, then screamed as a sudden face appeared on the screen. A whole body, all bloodied up. It was horrible. "OMIGAWSH!"

He couldn't stop laughing at all my expressions and reactions. Was me being scared to death funny? Apparently so. That annoying man...

I didn't even realize when I fell asleep.

~AN~

Short chapter, I know :( but I have another chapter coming up right now, so all should be well! This is more of a filler that I just thought of. It isn't exactly essential to the plot or anything. Yet :D