I hate horror movies, but I’ve always read scary stories. It began while reading Terrifying Tales to Tell at Night in my parent’s chiropractor’s waiting room and spread to the repertoire of scary stories I told my friends late into sleepovers. Scary stories always attracted me. Never movies. Let me repeat: I will not watch a scary movie.
Last week my boyfriend and I both had a day off of work and decided to watch something irreverent but festive. We chose Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, but the gore and body horror repelled me. I stuck it out for about an hour before my head was permanently tucked behind a pillow. Thankfully, Max turned it off. Horror books are different. I don’t know why, but I think it’s because I don’t have nightmares when I don’t physically see the images. I’m sure it doesn’t make sense to horror movie enthusiasts. In the same way a cinephile loves horror movies for the narrative structure, the plays on the genre, and the everlasting anticipation... continued.