It goes like this: it’s about time you know very well you’re going to regret afterwards but you do it anyway. “The door creaks open, they always do. something comes up.” A smashing sound makes you almost fall off the couch or bed.
Now you’re having trouble getting to the bathroom or closing your eyes because every time you try either one of them you imagine the ghost that you just laid your eyes upon. THE LORD BLESS THEE because you need it more than anything right now. And you have to wake up early for the school tomorrow.
As you grow up it becomes quite conventional. The ghost comes, poses for the camera for a real long hour and eventually kill everyone in the family or house. Yeah something like that. The same song and dance. Nothing more or less. And if you want anything more than this you need a good ghost. The one who doesn’t kill people. AHHH, I don’t know if you really wanna watch them.
So you become bored of ghost movies or ghosts in general. You see those movies on different websites: “Scariest movie ever or in history!!” and when you watch them they are the same stereotypical garbage you already know of. And your search continues for a movie that is truly scary. And your life goes on like this.