home movies

you like scary movies.
the ones
where a door knob
turns
and you whisper
to yourself don't go
in there.
the ones with
footsteps
in the attic,
the crazed child
of questionable
lineage sitting mute
in the cold tub,
you like the way
the sky grows
dark, the rain falls,
how doors close
and get locked on
their own. you feel
comfort in the fear
and turmoil of a dark
house full of moans
and cries.
branches scratching
at the window.
you like to be scared.
you called them
home movies,
as a child.