The Fourth Kind

On Tuesday I watched The Fourth Kind. I expected an alien movie. What I didn't expect was that they lead you to believe it is based on a true story. So the whole movie I'm wondering if this is based on true events. The movie was good in that you never see the actual aliens so it has that spooky Blair Witch Project feel (I don't care what you people say Blair Witch was terrifying and when it first came out y'all thought so, too, even if you don't admit it). And the movie goes back and forth between these supposed real life interviews/footage and the movie.

In the movie all the abducted people woke up every morning at 3:33am for no apparent reason. And then their bedroom door opens and all hell breaks loose. I hate movies where people wake up at the same time. Too creepy!

So after this movie I googled the name of the psychologist in the movie and tons of websites popped up. The one that made me laugh was like one of those yahoo question and answer ones. I think the question was if the woman in the movie was real. Reading people's answers--hilarious! You definitely could tell the difference between the backwoods believers and the regular folks. I don't think I've ever seen such a poor display of grammar, spelling, and punctuation in my life. Certainly a sad testament to our educational system. And the funny thing was that the message box to answer the question had a spell check button! I even believe in aliens, but after reading the responses in which people were adamant that this movie was true (because they went to skool--no joke on that spelling) I decided this movie was in fact fiction. Several people claimed to have met the real psychologist because duh they had to use an alias in the movie, but yet did not provide her real name.

So Wednesday morning I wake up in the middle of the night FOR NO APPARENT REASON and I have a 5 minute debate with myself about looking at my phone to see what time it was. I finally convince myself to stop being a chicken and look at my phone...phew! 4:51am.

So Thursday morning I again wake up, dark out, but this time because I'm about to pee myself. I lay in bed about a minute and look at my phone to see what time it is. 3:34am!!!!! Are you freaking kidding me? Now I don't want to get out of bed except Paul would NOT appreciate it if I peed on him so I get up, avoiding looking out the windows, pee, and run back to bed where I quickly pull the covers up over my head while I wait for the bedroom door to open on its own. If it had I would've had a stroke and died.

It, of course, did not; however, I better not wake up tonight! I should not watch scary movies.