We’ve just flipped the page on the calendar to October. Definitely one of my favorite months, it’s the time when the air turns cool and crisp, leaves on the trees magically transform into brilliant bursts of color, and football is in full swing.
Pumpkin spice lattes? I might do one. Only one.
October is also the month of Halloween, the time when nearly all the streaming services are showing horror flicks. What is it about horror that we love so much?
My theory is it’s like being on a really scary rollercoaster ride. When you get to the top of the first rise and you’re just about to hit that precarious drop, your heart is pumping, your palms are sweaty, and there’s a scream in your throat you know you’ll be helpless to stop. In short, it’s terrifying and exhilarating, but in the end, you know you’ll be safe.
We like sitting in a darkened theater to watch a scary movie or cracking open a horror novel if in the end we know it’s all going to be okay.
As close to a horror novel that I’ve written was Graveyard Bay. It’s the darkest of the Geneva Chase Mystery Series. It’s the book that when I asked my neighbor if he enjoyed reading it, he looked away and muttered, “The ending gave me nightmares.”
What book or movie has stayed with you for a long time or scared you silly?
For me, there have been quite a few. As I was growing up, I binged on weekend horror flicks like the nineteen-thirties version of Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein, Dracula, and Wolfman. Back in the sixties, Aurora manufactured plastic model kits based on the old movie monsters. After I’d put those bad boys together and painted them for my bedroom, I decided to read the old classics.
Dracula by Bram Stoker had some similarities to the movie, but it was much scarier to read. Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelly is a much different story than the movie starring Boris Karloff and I really enjoyed it.
Then I went through my H.P. Lovecraft phase. It doesn’t get much darker than his Cthulhu Mythos.
My thirst for horror had taken root. As I grew older, I read the likes of The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty. That was pretty scary book, but the movie frightened the living hell out of me. It was one time when the film was scarier than the book.
The book that gave me nightmares, however, was Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot. It scared me so much I hated going down into the basement for any reason for years. His book The Stand comes in a close second.
And of course, since then I’ve read many of Mr. King’s novels as well as such horror writers as Peter Straub, Clive Barker, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice.
Just a quick aside, did you know that in addition to horror novels, Anne Rice wrote erotica under the names of Ann Rampling and A.N. Roquelaure? BDSM erotica...written years ahead of Fifty Shades of Gray.
So, I’m going to pour a glass of wine, pop some popcorn, and get ready to binge on some horror before Halloween gets here. What are your favorites?
