It was a bright sunny day in August four years ago. I was chilling with a couple of my childhood friends. We were playing basketball for about 5 hours in our local park. I had a lot of fun when my friends dropped to the floor with my deadly crossover. After playing some great basketball ending of at 8:00 pm we went to my friend Abdi's apartment to watch a movie and eat pizza. All 8 of us live in the same building, so our parents didn't mind us chilling at Abdi's house late night. When we all finished eating our pizza, we turned off all the lights and put on the movie. I thought that it was a action movie at the beginning, but when it started it changed my whole life. In the beginning of the movie a guy's throat was getting chopped off with scissors and another guy's mouth had stitches on it. When the scene was over I ran out of Abdi's house, went home, and then slept in my mom's bed for the next 3 months. Since that day Horror movies are not my forte.