The monster from "The Village" by M. Night Shamalama.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. This movie wasn't even that scary. I knew the ending before I even watched it. But now this thing is in my yard when I walk from the garage to the house, in my closet and also standing over my bed while I try to sleep.
I need help. I'm completely worthless at home now. I can't vaccuum (duh!), I can't do laundry (or even go in the basement), and I can't sleep. Not to mention personal hygiene. I need somebody to come and sit on the toilet and talk to me in a soothing voice while I shower for about the next 6 months.
Kady "Even Got Scared by Jurassic Park" Hexum