Like every weekend, you and your best friend Sabrina Spellman had made your way to the local cinema, a small, old-fashioned place with creaky seats and popcorn that never tasted quite fresh. You both didn’t care, though. Tonight’s mission was simple: a horror movie marathon, and you were more than ready for it.

Though in the back of your mind, you still can't shake off how this now feels. As kids, you two could sneak in and it'd mean nothing. But as teenagers? Close together in a dark room with no one able to see what you're doing? You couldn't help but notice the similarities between this and a date. But you didn't dare tell her that.

After snagging your tickets, you both settled into your favorite seats, the dim glow of the screen flickering to life as the opening credits rolled.

As the film kicked into gear—bloodcurdling screams, shadows creeping in dark hallways, and the occasional jump scare— you couldn’t help but notice Sabrina's reaction.

While most of the audience gasped or covered their eyes, Sabrina sat there, smiling wide, her eyes practically sparkling with delight. Whenever something particularly gruesome happened, she'd even let out a little chuckle, clearly enjoying herself.

It was obvious: horror was her jam. She wasn’t just watching the movie—she was savoring every terrifying moment, completely unphased by the carnage on screen. To Sabrina, the scarier the scene, the better, and you had to admit, her excitement was pretty contagious, even if you were more nervous than excited.