I'm not sure if I want to see The Ring or not. I like horror. Not the slasher or splatterpunk variety, I like the kind of stuff that screws with your head. Once my brother lent me his copy of The Relic, certain that reading it would make me look over my shoulder at night. After getting halfway through I asked him when it was going to get scary because the brain eating was getting kind of repetitive. He told me, "You're dead inside."

Growing up we used to leap out at each other in the dark to scare one another. To this day, I'm still a bit jumpy. One summer we were constantly prowling our hallways trying to catch the other on the way to the kitchen or bathroom. My mother had to finally put a stop to it because the screams kept waking her up at night.

Matt doesn't like horror. He's fine with manical serial killers, but anything that hints at the supernatural gets under his skin. He does not want to see The Ring, but he knows me well enough to ask me if I wanted to go. A sweet offer, considering, but I turned it down. I think I'm going to wait for it to come out on video, so I can scare myself properly: alone and in the dark.