Ghosts and monsters and the supernatural just dont hold the weight that they used to.
This is first and foremost what you gotta understand about me.
It wasThe Ring, in case you were wondering.
Tima Miroshnichenko
Im fairly sure I could watch the movie now and be fine, but I dont particularly care to.
Horror has never been my genre.
I was always the kid who was scared of everythingand I meaneverything.
I screamed when I saw an ant.
It was enough for me to know I never wanted to watch one of my own volition.
Unfortunately, I would soon come to learn I could not control when or how the horrors found me.
Heres the thing about being the person who is known for getting easily scared: Everyonewantsto scare you.
It becomes a game, almost.
How long will it take for the fear to take hold?
How much can you actually handle?
And during movie nights, inevitably, someone would queue up a horror film.
Youre a redhead, you wear glasses, and youre scared of everything.
I hated that she saw me that way.
More than that, I hated that she was probably right.
Instead, I was too sensitive, too anxious, too lame.
I was too soft to handle the horrors of Hollywood.
I wanted so badly to keep the peace, even at my own expense.
And so I watched the moviesor pieces of them through the cracks of my fingersand I did not sleep.
But heres the thing: It also fascinated me.
Had my perception of the world been flawed all along?
The softness I was known for began to slowly chip away from me.
Sure, I didnt die, but it felt like a part of me did.
My friend pulled up one of theConjuringmovies on Netflix.
Ive heard this one is really scary, she told us.
Its supposed to be based on true events.
I watched the whole movie without having to cover my eyes.
I didnt jump, didnt flinch.
Everything in the world felt terrible all the time, and I was constantly terrified it was getting worse.
In comparison, a movie felt so inconsequentialeven one that claimed to be based on true events.
When the movie was over, everyone turned to me, the resident horror hater, for a reaction.
But all I could do was shrug.
Halloween might be over, but the horrors persist.
A lot of current humor originates from this general sentiment, Ive noticed.
But who can blame anyone for this reaction (or lack thereof)?
We carry around DMed death threats in our pockets from anonymous people weve never even met in real life.
Ghosts and monsters and the supernatural just dont hold the weight that they used to.
Because my friend was righteven without horror movies in my life, the horrors persist.
