Friday, October 24, 2008

Horrorgy

Horror is calling me home. There's more than Halloween to it. This temptation of mine has been begging to be unleashed for years, and while from time to time I have given in to the sweet desire, the ideas have been ridiculous. A man shredding his own skin off in one world, while in our own, it seems as though he is having a mere heart attack - pUHleeeease. Simply put, it is full of stuff I would not want to read, and that is already a heavy-negative.

Horror is very precious to me. I grew up with it. My aunts forced me to watch it. I didn't want to, at first. They played Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and I watched it straight through; even watched it without my family. The film version of Children of the Corn made me cringe, only because I like ice cream so much, and the thought of someone losing a body part in an ice cream shop disheartens my appetite for the creamy delicacy.

But I got over it. And I still love ice cream.

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