My husband is cruel. He checked out the book, It, by Stephen King from the library and then brought it into the house! I am about to make like Joey from Friends and put this book in the freezer because it’s mere existence is freaking me out. This movie/book still gives me the heebie jeebies. My brother Nick would always put It on tv around this time of year when we were little and not tell me what movie we were watching until BOOM! PENNYWISE THE CLOWN all up in my grill. I get chills just thinking about it. That creepy smile. Nope! No, no, no. So why Mike would bring this book into the house, I haven’t the slightest. The deal was, he would read the book at work or not in my presence. I strongly dislike Halloween for a lot of reasons, but the heightened amount of scary horror films has to be the worst thing about this time of year. Now, don’t go calling me a chicken just yet. I can do a scary movie or book every now and then. I can make it through the movie only hiding behind a pillow once or twice. It isn’t …

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