The Exorcism of Emily Rose

Watched 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose' last night.

And it became a long long night. Closed my eyes as tightly as i could to try and focus on sleep. Focusing on sleeping is a contradicting action as when u focus , u essentially can't sleep because u r simply not relaxed.

Lucing images of Emily Rose flashed across my mind constantly: her tormented face, scratchy dual voices of the demons that possessed her and her wide-eyed stare with a locked jaw, interplaying with people whom i work with ( i am currently a waitress at an indian restaurant), then came the foods which i ate before...all of them in a disturbing orchestra.

And the fan. I was fully conscious , my brain exploding with imaginative sounds and lights, and the fan blew my loose strands of hair on my cheek. I was hot and sweaty; and totally obsessed by the tingling sensation of every single hair pricking my face. Each pricking trigger an acute sense of wariness, drilling to my brain and amplified to become ten time greater. It felt like an ant is biting my brain in a repetitive manner, each bite more stinging than the previous. I was compulsively obssessed; once i brush the single disturbing strand of hair off my face, i became aware of another tingling my hand.

It happens each time after i watch a horror movie. My senses sharpened, my imagination runs berserk. And they render a long, sleepless night.

No more horror movies for me before i catch on with some sleep.