So excited to relive my childhood a bit tonight! I feel like a combination between bad scary movies, Goosebumps novels and, dare I say, my precocious nature as a wee one, were what got my imagination moving the most as a kid.
I still love horror. I love how it tricks us, and I love how it unifies us. Not in a "In the jungle, the mighty jungle..." kind of way. In a common fear of death, universal phobia of creaky doors and bad lighting kind of way.
When I wrote "my book" as a little kid - yes, I still have it on my bookshelf today, it was very eerie and dark in my 4th grade mind. I think if I ever write fiction again, I'm going to have to bring horror into it somehow. It's like refusing to acknowledge a part of life without it. And that's no fun.
So, what do you think? Do you like the Scream series? Do you feel horror cinema and fiction is a worthy contribution to the array of stories out there?

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