I love it when my heart pounds in my chest and I can barely breath because I’m so scared. One time of year brings this out in me. When I think: Scare me, I dare you. Go ahead do it.
It’s been years since I’ve felt the thrill, but I’ve never given up. To me the whole month of October leads down one path—Halloween. I don’t mean the movie, although it was pretty good for a slasher. I wish I had just a sliver of Stephen King’s talent to dig into the darkness, drag out the unknown and all that surrounds it. To capture it and give everyone the good scare I crave so badly.
I’ve never been so afraid as when I read ‘Salem’s Lot. It freaked me out so much I couldn’t put it down and when I did I spent most of my time thinking about it.
Now movie monsters come in the form of creature features and alpha wolves. Vampires are pretty, sexy even and not the monsters I once knew them to be.
The thrill is gone, but I’m still hopeful. Have I been looking in the wrong place? Where do you find what scares you? Is it a movie? A book? I don’t care. Bring it on.