There LunaLore is, curled up on the bed, toy in one hand, bravery in the other—but mostly just side-eyeing that creepy ceramic hand like it owes her rent. Watching Talk to Me isn’t just a movie night, it’s a full séance with extra snacks.
Jumpscares? She claims she’s fine. Blanket fort? Raised like a shield. Phone flashlight? Suddenly essential. Though not to spoil the movie or anything but there is something to be said about interdimentional beings and how much I appreciate a good spiritual horror movie. Because there aren’t enough of them out there.
When it comes to horror, LunaLore got a grip on the jokes, even if the ghosts have a grip on everyone else.
cow hugger | plant daddy | definition of a hot mess
