My husband is totally obsessed with Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. You know the one with the hockey mask and machete that goes around Camp Crystal Lake hacking up fornicating teenagers. Well, I knew very well when I met him 7 years ago that he had a strange connection to the character? He had a tattoo of him on his arm...lol. I accepted that. But this has gone too far. His collection is allowed in our bedroom only and now it is being overrun by this masked figure. We have 2 very long shelves filled completely with Jason, but I am starting to notice Leatherface and Freddy Krugar sneaking in a few places here and there. Our walls are filled with autographed pictures and 7" figures.
Now as I've said I am a bit of a horror movie fan myself. On Friday February 13th my husband put together a huge viewing party through his work in which over 50 people showed up along with actors dressed up as Jason, Freddy, and Leatherface, for the opening of the new Friday the 13th movie. He also had an awesome 1957 Chevy limo show up to escort the actors, himself, and his boss to the movie theatre where we all waited and cheered for them as they got out. It was a blast. All that I can handle but I am seriously about to lose it if I have to wake up another morning with a hockey mask staring me down!