It began with Bram Stoker, and Mary Shelley and we still read them today. Heck, we even make movies about their monsters.
I don’t write horror. But when I’m looking for horror, I’m looking for exactly that feeling. The feeling of eeriness that carries on long after the story is done.
What scares me most:
Insane people acting normal. My first taste of that was a movie called The Eyes of Laura Mars. I jumped at every unexpected sound for weeks.
Evil entities: I think the first time I was really, really scared was when I read ‘Salem’s Lot. I stayed up to all hours and was convince that reading one more chapter would calm me down. It didn’t happen. Night had a new meaning to me for quite a while.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
I watched the American Werewolf in London. I was at a drive-in (remember them) and ran all the way to the bathroom and back. When I was heading back to the car the scene with the man being chased in the underground was playing. I couldn’t move my behind fast enough.
I love to be scared, but after years of watching and reading horror it takes a heck of a lot to scare me.
What scares you?