Shit a brick

It's been a long while since I had the living shit scared out of me, but I'm proud to say that I am no longer living an adrenaline-free life.
I had the pleasure of seeing Insidious at the cinema today. After a mild struggle with the ticket vending machine (Visa Paywave wouldn't work for one reason or another...perhaps I was using it wrong?) we waited at the ticket-checking counter for a minute or so before deciding to just go ahead. It made me wonder whether purchasing tickets was even necessary.
Anyway, after starting off with the usual previews, I was thrust head-first into the thrill ride that is Insidious. I was literally scared shitless for latter three quarters of the movie. I haven't seen a horror movie that good in a very, very long time. I strongly suggest you see it. Of course, better stuff has been made before but Insidious is a good refresher for any lover of the horror genre.
After I got home, I made sure to turn on all the lights - I was expecting some sinister creature to jump out from any possible dark corner or a face to materialize in a window. Those are the times you both appreciate and regret the fact that you're living in a basement. Appreciate because, like it or not, the basement is a pretty safe place with little to no windows, and regret because if something did happen to me and I screamed my lungs out for help, no one would hear me. Someone would probably only stumble upon my lifeless body three days after I had died.
Yes, Insidious messed me up. But isn't that the point? A good horror movie's horrors stay with you long after you leave the cinema. If they hadn't, I'd consider the venture an utter waste of $7.45, and in that case, I'd rather have purchased an equally thrilling McDonald's meal.