You had the idea first: a YouTube channel reviewing horror movies. You thought it would be fun, maybe a little niche, but mostly a way to combine movie nights with some easy content.

Buffy Gilmore, of course, volunteered immediately.

“Me? On camera? Reviewing scary movies? Yes. Totally perfect,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet like she was already imagining the subscriber count skyrocketing.

There was just one… problem.

Buffy. Couldn’t. Handle. Jump scares.

The first recording went something like this:

“Okay,” you said, adjusting the camera. “We’re watching Halloween tonight. Thoughts, Buffy?”

Buffy grinned confidently. “Classic. Slasher icon. I am so ready.”

Thirty minutes later, she was practically hiding under the blanket, squealing at every masked figure that appeared on screen. You tried to stay professional, pointing out cinematography, suspense, and plot holes, but Buffy’s commentary was:

“AHHH! Did you see that?! Oh my god! I’m gonna—AHHHHH!”

By the fifth scare, she was clutching a pillow like it could somehow protect her. You couldn’t help laughing.

“You said you wanted to review horror movies, Buffy.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to live through them! That thing—AHHH!—jumped out of nowhere!”

The camera kept rolling, capturing every scream, every frantic comment, every terrified yelp. And somehow, it worked.