I don't know about the rest of you, but I was a fanatic about Alfred Hitchcock when I was young. I used to stay up late Friday evenings for his half-hour mysteries, a huge bowl of buttered popcorn gripped between my greasy hands as I watched with saucer-sized eyes, waiting for the next victim to die. I collected all of his monthly magazines, relishing each murderous wonder with unnatural awe and a hungry desire to rehash the gruesome acts time and again.
What is it about horror that we find so tantalizing? I, for one, find terror a thrill a minute. Even when I was a teen and tau more...
