It’s October. It’s Halloween. My favorite month of the year- well tied with December. And I am in the mood to scare myself. I think I might have committed to seeing Halloween no less. What was I thinking? I don’t know.
But it seems like a good time to document my somewhat embarrassing past with the whole horror genre.
I turned my head and covered my ears anytime she started the hypnotism crap just in the previews for Get Out. Cause I’m convinced I would be that easy to hypnotize and it freaks me out.
I do not care for “classic” zombies. I like them fast, animalistic and somewhat smart. Also immediately changing. I could survive The Walking Dead. (Well until the chocolate goes.) I could not survive Train to Busan/ World War Z.
Movies? I am usually fine watching them but I judge a good horror by how many times I check under the bed and how long I have to sleep with the television on.
Of all the Stephen King monsters and killers Carrie White’s mother still scares me and creeps me out the most.
When I do read scary books I do not keep them in my room (unless their on my Kindle.) Also when I’m finished with them whether I liked them or not first ones donated.
After seeing that movie the Ring I covered my television at night for like a year. Why? I don’t know. I mean if somethings going to climb out of your television they aren’t going to be bothered by a towel hanging over it.
I don’t know what came first the fear of spiders or Arachnophobia. But seeing as how it’s a dumb thing to see if you’re scared of spiders I’ll go with the film and make myself feel better.
The main thing I remember, still, about any of the Scream movies is the movie theater stabbings and I still think of it when I see people dressed in any costume.
Still bitter The Sixth Sense got spoiled for me.
I can never see that famous Alien stomach busting scene without thinking about the Spaceballs spoof & wanting to laugh.
When I do get start a “crime” book or film I always get to a point where I must finish it because I have to know if the bad guy is still out there. Out where? I don’t know. It just makes me feel better.
I prefer pretty much any kind of horror over crime/serial killer crap. That stuff is all to real in ways killer aliens probably won’t be. (Fingers crossed.)
Anyway those are my somewhat embarrassing horror admittances. And also looking over the list a pretty good wrap-up of all the things that scare me otherwise. Happy October!