"Whoa."

Harry was just six years old, but he was in that phase where he pretended to be an adult. A grown up. A man. Like his father.

The little boy despised to be thought of as a little boy, of course he was the youngest in the family. And thanks to inheriting Hilary's temper, nobody dared to press him as a little boy. He loved playing baseball and football for his team. He also loved watching cartoons and playing video games. But he wanted to become a Beyblader. Tyson who had absolutely no objection, beamed with pride to buy his son all the Beyblades he needed, or even have Chief to engineer him a special one. But Hilary saw right through her son. She knew that if the little boy got his hands on a Beyblade, very soon he would be badgering for a Bit-Beast, and she knew the horrors of it. So, that was a no-no.

Harry also wanted to be a big, famous hero. Again, like his father. But then again, his father was a grown up, and he still watched cartoons, read comics and played video games. His mother really objected that. Harry didn't, however. He thought it just made his father even more fun and awesome. Harry wanted to be just as cool as his dad when he grew up.

There were other reasons why Harry wanted to be a grown up. He was staring at one right now, in fact.

Hilary had taken him and Tyra to the movie theater. She had felt that lately, they were feeling neglected because of her job, and that was the last thing she'd wanted. A new kids' movie had just come out, one that both of the siblings had expressed interest in seeing. Hilary figured it would be the perfect way to give them some attention.

While she was buying the tickets, however, Harry had wandered off towards the wall in order to inspect the various posters of new and upcoming attractions. He had finally started to learn how to read, and he was curious about the different movies. One specific movie had really caught his attention and piqued his interest, however.

Harry was actually able to read the title of the movie off the top of the poster. It was called "Whispers of the Ghost…" He remembered seeing the commercials for it on TV, and thinking it looked like the coolest movie. From what he could remember, it was about an island, that never really existed, and a navy ship docks on it. Harry thought it looked like an amazing movie.

"Okay, Harry, I got the tickets!"

The young boy spun around and found his mother walking towards him with a smile on her face. Tyra was skipping alongside her mother, looking just as pleased as the older female.

"Mommy, I wanna' see this movie!" Harry cheered, pointing up at the poster he'd just been reading.

Hilary allowed her eyes to scan the poster. It was so gothic looking: an island surrounded by whirlpools, and thunder crackling in the dark clouds swirling on it.

"Harry, sweetie, that movie is too scary for you," Hilary reasoned, not able to tear her eyes away from the poster. It was just so creepy looking!

"Nuh uh!" Harry argued.

"Besides, you're too young to go see it anyway," Hilary sighed, pointing at the bottom of the poster. "See? It's rated R. Which tells me it's definitely not appropriate for a six year old boy."

"What's R mean?" Harry squeaked.

"It means that the movie is for adults only," Hilary explained.

"Why?" Harry questioned.

"Because it's too scary for kids," Hilary repeated tiredly. She swore it was just like talking to Tyson "They give the movies ratings that way you aren't surprised when you go to see it. And, it's for me to know that I shouldn't let you watch it."

Harry pouted at this. His mommy didn't know anything about the movie! She was only guessing it was scary because of what the poster said. But Harry thought the poster looked cool! His mommy was just trying to be no fun and keep him away from what was probably the coolest movie ever.

"Mommy, can we get popcorn?" Tyra piped up, patting Hilary's leg to get the woman's attention.

"Oh, of course, sweetie!" Hilary giggled. "Harry, come along now."

Harry was still pouting, and tried not to follow Hilary. As soon as she looked over her shoulder and realized he wasn't following, however, the little boy sighed and began to trail behind her. He didn't want to get in trouble, after all.

"Harry, you don't have to be upset about not seeing that scary movie!" Hilary crooned to her obviously annoyed young son. "The movie that we're going to see is so much better than that one!"

"Yeah!" Tyra agreed. "Ninja Princess is going to be the best movie ever!"

Harry just continued to scowl. He knew that movie was meant for girls. But maybe it was more meant for babies. After all, the entire movie was about a little royal princess who flees when her kingdom is attack and stumbles into a land of female ninjas, who train her in various techniques and she sets out for revenge, making many friends on the way. Harry thought he had much too pride to be watching such a film.

After Hilary had bought the popcorn and drinks for the movie, they all walked towards the hall where all of the screening rooms were. Hilary handed their tickets off to the usher, and they then headed into the hall. As they walked down, passing by each and every door, Harry examined the posters that were hung next to each room, indicating which movie was playing inside of that theater. Ninja Princess was playing in theater five. Coincidentally, Whispers of the Ghost was playing right next door, in theater six. That's when Harry got a brilliant idea.

He fell behind and watched as his mother and sister headed towards the door that led into theater five. As soon as his mother had opened the door, Harry darted towards the next theater, where the horror moviewas showing, and snuck in through the door.

The lights in the theater were out, save for the flickering light coming from the movie screen. Apparently, the movie had already started. Harry smirked to himself and continued to sneak his way into the theater. He didn't want to move any further down the aisle, for fear of being caught, so he just stood at the top, his brown eyes widening as he set them on the large movie screen at the head of the room.

There was creeping shadow that slowly sneaked, attaching itself to the shadow of a woman who was rummaging through the woods looking for some water. The woman's shadow was eccentrically changing shapes unbeknownst to her. The woman felt something, and she gasped behind, only to find nothing behind her. With a relief as she returned her sight ahead of her, she was met with a horrid pair of demonic eyes. As the ghost latched its fangs on the woman's face, Harry yelped and covered his eyes, trembling as he refused to look back up at the screen.

It was at that same moment that the door to the theater opened up once again, though Harry was too absorbed in his own terror to notice it. The person who had just entered the theater walked up behind Harry and picked him up, causing the young boy to let out a petrified scream. This was loud enough to actually catch the attention of everyone who was sitting in the theater, watching the movie. They all turned around and blinked, which led to Harry's "rescuer" smiling nervously before apologizing and carrying the frightened boy right out of the theater.

Once Harry sensed that he was out of the room, he uncovered and open his eyes, turning his head around to stare at whoever it had been who'd "saved him" from the scary movie.

As it would turn out, it had been Hilary. She turned Harry around and glared at the little boy, who blushed in response. "Oh, hey Mommy…why you sent me to watch the wrong movie?"

Maybe that little pun would make things calmer, but maybe it could also make it worse. He was obviously embarrassed and perhaps even ashamed about what he had just done. He knew he was going to get a firm scolding from his mother.

"Harry, what did I say about that movie?" Hilary questioned.

"You said I was too little for it," Harry replied, "and…that it was too scary."

"And what you saw in there…was it too scary for you?"

Silently, Harry nodded his head.

"Mommy was right, wasn't she?"

Again, a wordless nod from the little boy.

"At least you learned your lesson," Hilary sighed, putting Harry down on the floor and smiling at him. "See, sweetheart? Mommy wasn't trying to lie to you and not let you have fun. I was trying to protect you! I knew that movie would scare you."

"I'm sorry, Mommy," Harry murmured.

"You don't have to be sorry, baby," Hilary giggled softly. "There's too much of your father in you that'll take me decades to remove…"