Typically I spend all of my fall free time watching scary movies, but today, I opted for a new routine. I feel like I have seen every horror movie under the sun. Instead, I decided to watch the American Horror Story - Roanoke season. I have seen every season, impressed by some and not impressed by others.
I was always intrigued by the story of Roanoke, but this story is mildy strange. I was shocked how bloody and deadly it was. I can't remember another season where almost every single person died, but maybe age is getting to me. Oh wait. Murder House.
I loved some of the tie ins between other seasons. I loved seeing Lana Winters and hearing about Bloody Face. I loved the ties to the Mott family. It was a very inventive season, even though much of it was extremely pushed.
My night would have been so much more peaceful if I would have just watched a repeat of another horror movie. I decided to stay up until 4 am to finish the entire season. This morning person (not night owl), was mustering up the energy to hit "still watching" every time. At 1:30 am, I even had a knock on my door. It was fairly faint. 2 knocks, another new knocks, one more knock. It wasn't the sound because I keep my TV fairly quiet and I obviously had been sitting on the couch for hours. I may never know who decided to bug me in the middle of the night, but be warned, Those cats were in pounce mode.