This topic is dangerously sensible for Sloane, but...
I had this weird thing where I would preemptively be scared of *anything* if I was told it was super scary, only to be let down after the fact. Jaws, for intance, people assured me it was terrifying so I psyched myself up for it. Waited the entire movie for the other shoe to drop. Then it was over and I was like "Huh. That's... just a suspenseful adventure flick thing. Cool."
But then the opposite happened for Nightmare Before Christmas. It was gonna be a goofy, fun-loving Halloween-heavy Christmas movie. I was apparently terrified seeing the opening song unfold, and it was worse than I remember since my dad once said he still has weird regrets where he vividly remembers my reactions to it. I like it a lot better these days though, don't worry.
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