The love of fright

My favorite genre growing up has always been horror. My earliest memories are of me sitting in the living room with my family watching scary movies. My dad would always rent scary movies, he loved them just as much as I did. Even though I would always have a hard time going to sleep afterward, I could never pass up the opportunity of watching a scary movie.

My favorites involved zombies, ghosts, and killer dolls. I would just love getting scared. What I loved more than getting scared, was scaring other people. I loved telling scary stories to my younger cousins and family members, especially my younger brother. I remember the thing that used to scare him the most (including me). Was the clown from the movie "It". Whenever he would annoy me I would just tell him "Stop, or I'll tell you a scary story." and it always worked. He hated it when I talked to him about the clown (Pennywise). And I loved talking to him about it.

The first books I ever read that weren't required by school were horror. I remember I used to go to the library and walk up and down the horror isle. I saw a book and the title immediately grabbed my interest; The Blair Witch Project. I got checked it out. I went home and went straight to my room. I laid on my bed and read the whole thing in one day. I loved it, I ended up reading the whole series.

To this day, my favorite activities include being scared and scaring people. I took my younger cousins and brother to the cemetery near my house in the middle of the night. I parked the car in the middle of the cemetery and turned off the headlights. We would sit there just looking all around us to see what we would see. Nothing would ever happen. But we would still always have a good time.

I have seen stuff before that I have never been able to explain; a ghost in my hallway with it's arm extended as if it were trying to hug me, and many other creepy stories. But those will be better saved for another blog.