Some people take their girlfriends to horror movies just so they should cling on to them for ’support’. But here is a candid confession from one of the guys about how we feel sitting through a horror movie, ourselves:

And the movie started. It was completely wicked. With every passing scene, as the tension and the complexity to the plot increased layer by layer, I started to sweat around my neck. My grip on the arm rests on my chair tightened a bit. The idea of the story was so evil that all my insides were slowly quivering scared for the hero. I just wanted to stop the movie, shut my PC down and get outside into the sun but I was held rapt by what was happening on the screen that I could hardly move.

Read up on Muthu’s blog about how he braved through the movie.