As a rule, I don't watch many horror movies. Actually, I don't watch any. My parents don't like them, and I've never really had an opportunity.

That changed last night, with The Mist.

I have never been so terrified in my life. My friends and I were joking around during the movie, trying to lighten the mood, but every few minutes one of us would scream as some alien creature popped up and scared the living daylights out of us. Yes, it was a horror movie: I was horrified.

And once the movie was over, I didn't want to drive home. It was late and dark and the stretch of road that takes me home runs along the ocean so it's often quite foggy. I considered staying at my friend's house until morning, but it was a school night. So I ran to the car, expecting some bloodthirsty animal to sink its fangs into me at any second, jumped inside, and cranked the happy music.

Yes, I made it home.

No, I didn't sleep last night.

We're thinking we'll watch The Descent next weekend.