My Conjuring Story (Scary)

So a couple years ago my cousin came over and INSISTED we stay up late and watch a scary movie. The new movie out at the time was The CONJURING 2. I'd never seen the first one but he said that it didn't matter because he had seen the first one and he wanted to watch the second one regardless of what I thought. One of the things he would not stop going on about was "The Crooked Man". He said the Crooked Man had a jump-scare so big it would scare me shitless. He knew this, because his mother who went to the cinema to watch it told him she shit herself so hard and had to get up and go to the toilet mid movie. I did not want to shit myself. Obviously no 12 year old wants to shit themselves in front of their older and self-proclaimed cooler cousin. The whole movie I sat and stared wide eyed waiting every second for The Crooked Man to come out and jump-scare me. I would get really frightened thinking it was coming every minute and my cousin would laugh at me saying "The Crooked man comes later, you idiot" and I would continue to be scared every time the camera angle changed. Eventually, we got to the real jump-scare. The Crooked Man comes out- "BOO!" I had been waiting for this moment the whole movie, and because of that, it had no effect on me, and I didn't even flinch. My cousin, on the other hand, who had become quite cocky through out the whole thing, screamed like some sort Australian wildlife and threw his popcorn all over himself. He jumped out of his seat so hard that he fell off the sofa, and quickly got up, heading to the bathroom, waddling with a wet patch between his legs. I, a very happy 12 year old, ate his popcorn while he was away, and quite happily watched the rest of the movie on my own while he cleaned himself up in the bathroom.

Anyhoo, that was My Conjuring Story (Scary). This is why me and my cousin don't talk anymore.