Jesse
Oct 4, 20141 min
October 2014
I was in the midst of my annual October scary movie binge. I was watching “House on Haunted Hill” with my girlfriend. It was late afternoon. We were sitting on the couch, eating some chips and salsa from our favorite neighborhood restaurant, Cocina Azul. The salsa was in a plastic container (one of the more rigid ones that a bachelor might put in the dishwasher and keep for years). At the first jump scare of the film, as if on cue, the salsa lid exploded off the container making its way up to the 11 foot high ceiling, forcing out a loud noise. My girlfriend screamed and started punching me in the arm. She thought I was messing with her. I searched around to see what had happened. The lid had been torn apart.