The Ghost in the Third Row
“If you do, you’re ahead of me. I only learned it because my fifth-grade teacher used it all the time. He was a true horror-movie freak, and he decided if a film was any good by whether or not it provoked a frisson in him. Anyway, it’s a word the French came up with to describe that tingle that skitters down your spine and across your skin when something truly horrifying happens.
Frisson is the word I always think of when I remember the look in Lydia’s eyes that night. At one point she turned he...r face directly toward me. But I know she didn’t see me. It was as if she were looking into some bottomless pit.
That’s when the frisson hit me. It was like thousands of little ants running across my skin.
Poor Alan Bland was almost as bad off as Lydia. His big eyes were wide with fright, and his bony hands trembled as he tried to hold her up.
Paula knelt by his side and put a hand on his shoulder. “Did you see it, too?” she asked.
Alan shook his head no. His mouth opened and closed a few times, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat.MoreLess
Frisson is the word I always think of when I remember the look in Lydia’s eyes that night. At one point she turned he...r face directly toward me. But I know she didn’t see me. It was as if she were looking into some bottomless pit.
That’s when the frisson hit me. It was like thousands of little ants running across my skin.
Poor Alan Bland was almost as bad off as Lydia. His big eyes were wide with fright, and his bony hands trembled as he tried to hold her up.
Paula knelt by his side and put a hand on his shoulder. “Did you see it, too?” she asked.
Alan shook his head no. His mouth opened and closed a few times, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat.MoreLess
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