Sure, I've reviewed your history and made corrections to the past tenses you've

used. I've also made a few adjustments for clarity and coherence. Here's the
revised version:

I remember the time when I was about 7 or 8, I used to enjoy watching Chucky
movies. Back then, even though I was a young child, I knew that those kinds of
movies were not recommended for my age, and my parents strongly recommended that I
not watch them. Of course, I used to overlook their advice, and then I would regret
it all night long.

This situation had happened many times. I would see an ad on TV about the movie's
date and time and immediately think about how I could find a way to watch it. Most
of the time, the main solution to this problem was going to my grandmother's house
and telling her that I was missing her and would like to sleep at her house on that
specific night.

She used to say "Yes!" and would ask for permission from my mother. They really
didn't have any idea about my terrible plans! On some of these nights, I remember
that my grandmother and I would be lying down on the sofa. She used to fall asleep
very early, but not me. I was extremely excited to watch the movie. All I needed to
do was wait.

When the movie started, I was pretty conscious about the different parts of the
story: the creation of the doll, the subtle and mysterious murders showing small
pieces of evidence that indicated Chucky's guilt, and, in the end, an unstoppable
murderous doll with lots of blood and terror.

At this point in the night, I asked myself a thousand times why I had done this and
why I was lying on the sofa with no one else awake with me. By the end of the
movie, terror and fear were the only things I felt at that moment. In one of these
situations, I had an idea to go back to my parents' house in the middle of the
night.

We lived in different houses with the same yard, and I thought that if Chucky was
in my grandmother's house, the only safe choice was to leave her behind. I grabbed
my cushion, pillow, and blanket and went back to my parents' house. It was harder
than I had imagined since I didn't know where the door keys were, and in my mind,
Chucky had been waiting for me, hidden in the darkness.

At this point in the night, I was desperate to leave my grandmother's house, and,
of course, I was making a lot of noise that woke her up. She tried to convince me
that Chucky wasn't real, but I didn't agree with her. I believed Chucky was in her
house.

In the end, once again, it was necessary for my grandmother to take me back to my
parents' house, and she did. Despite leaving her behind to face Chucky, I'm glad to
have her in my life.

I'd really like to say that this happened just once, but unfortunately, it happened
each time a Chucky movie was on TV and I found a way to watch it.