I was a ten year old goofy kid who had the chance to spend the weekend with his grandparents. Well, THAT weekend would change his life FOREVER.

My mother overheard my grandma asking if I was up for watching scary movies that night. Well mom was not to happy about that conversation and straight up told Grandma NOT to subject her child to ANY scary movie during my weekend stay.

Well that went over like a lead balloon.

Grandma remained silent for most of Mom's visit I recall. It was after my mother had walked out the door, my grandma asked if I would like to watch a movie about a BIG dog. Yup, you guessed it! Cujo!

Watched that trailer?

Yeah, I watched that whole dang movie at the age of TEN!

I could sleep for weeks, have you! Oh, I had quite the imagination. I thought that stupid dog slept under my bed... in my closet... in the kitchen pantry... in the toilet... on the other side of the shower curtain... EVERYWHERE!

Thanks Grandma!