Yeah, little bit. I was, what, maybe twelve? I was staying with some family friends while my parents were away for a few days…I was having a blast, because they actually had HBO! You could watch movies! And sometimes there were boobs!
Anyway, it was around 10 at night, and Friday The 13th was coming on. Man…an actual grown-up horror flick…not like those ones they show on The 4:30 Movie…one with blood and guts and everything! The kids of this family had an “Oh, this movie again?” attitude, and went to bed. But not me, no way, I was staying on that couch until the very end.
And what a sweet ending…Mrs. Voorhees was dead, and Alice was safe and sound floating in the middle of the lake, and OHSWEETMOTHEROFFUCKWHATTHEFUCKISTHAT?!?!?!?
As I recall, the family was none-to-pleased with my midnight shrieking.