As far back as I can remember, I have always been obsessed with horror.
Movies, Books, Posters, T-Shirts, Music and Magazines. My first email address was firstname.lastname@example.org. I was desensitized from a young age, I recall watching Toby Hooper’s original Texas Chainsaw Massacre when I was 8 years old. My local video shop was my second home, and I made it my mission to rent every single horror movie on those shelves. From Amityville Horror to Zombie Holocaust, I watched them all, one tape at a time. I remember inviting my next door neighbors to come and watch the Omen with me ! It left them distraught. I genuinely loved seeing my friends’ expressions when they watched for the first time.
I later developed a passion for the craft, the cinematography, the make up and special FX, the soundtrack, the script, everything. For my 12th birthday my folks got me a Panasonic camcorder. I started filming my own horror movies with my friends after school and on weekends. I would stay up late, crudely editing my tapes. This was everything to me.
Somewhere along the way, my passion subsided. I stopped watching the films, put away my camcorder, and disposed of my merch. My love for horror got buried 6 feet under and was replaced by work, parenting, bills and laundry. Sad.
If you made it this far, I have a fun and quick exercise for you 🙂
- Go back to a time when you were young, free, and you felt immensely passionate about something and just for no reason at all, revisit it.
- Then watch what happens.
I will do the same.
“Until the next time boils and ghouls… pleasant screams !” (The Cryptkeeper)