Y’all in for a story and it’s got swearing but I really feel the need to tell you.
Alright, so last night I went to the movies with my mum and younger brother. I’m a bit of a fangirl, I don’t know if y’all have noticed, and The Maze Runner just came out. It’s hard to see movies on time when you have a toddler, isn’t it? Anyway, we went to a 9:20pm showing, which in itself is insane. We spotted an older man with two young kids, a boy and a girl, who couldn’t be more than 8.
“That’s weird”, I thought. The Maze Runner, while it’s classed “Young Adult Fiction”, is pretty fucking scary. Also, in general, taking kids to such a late showing is pretty odd. But what ever, not my kids, not my problem.
The trailers before the movie are getting progressively more intense and frightening, which is when you know you’re in for a bit of a scary movie. Trailer for Annabelle comes on. Mother of fuck. I had to shut my eyes and put my hands over my ears while nervously giggling about how fuckED UP this trailer is.
Mum turns to me and says “Oh my God, those poor children.”
Oh my GOD I didn’t even think of them! Thankfully, just as the trailer was over, we saw the man and little girl walking down the stairs with popcorn, so it’s obvious they were out at the candy bar and missed the whole thing. Audible sigh of relief for this child’s innocence.
LITTLE BOY POPS UP, WHITE AS A SHEET.
This EIGHT year old was sitting ALONE while TWENTY FIVE year old me clung to my mother.
Moral of the story? I dunno, but that kid is scarred for life. I literally couldn’t go to bed on my own last night, I wonder how that impacted upon an 8 year old. I’m still nervously giggling about it.