For as long as I can remember—since I was nine years old—I have loved horror movies.
Most people don’t get that. And really, when you tell people that your favorite kind of movie to watch is a scary one, they start to eye you with suspicion. Like maybe you’re about 30 seconds away from reenacting a certain Chainsaw Massacre.
But I can’t help it.
I’m sure part of it is that I always watched them with my dad. (After he died, I watched a few with my mom, but it’s not the same. And after the Great When A Stranger Calls Debacle, we don’t do that anymore.*)
This is my third A Nightmare on Kel’s Street and October is my favorite month because of it. Any time I get to celebrate scary movies is a good time.
This go-round, we’ll watch some movies I haven’t seen before (or in a long time) and a few old favorites. (It wouldn’t be Halloween without…well, Halloween.)
* = The remake, which isn’t even scary, made my mom scream several times. In the movie theater. (You know how, if you’re at all familiar with scary movies, you can generally tell when a scare is coming? She doesn’t have that filter.)