I, like many, do not have many memories from my early childhood. It is always amusing to hear of the little quirks I had as a kid. One of the things my dad had always laughed at was the way I approached scary content. He has told me that whenever I would get scared I would simply run out of the room and close the door, but just enough so that there was a little peephole left for me to watch through (although I don’t really understand why my parents allowed to me to do this haha). It is crazy that at such a young age I felt the need to battle through what was obviously scary. Even then, although I knew I hated whatever was on the screen, there was something inside that urged me on to continue watching. Fast forward to my junior year in high school and I am still doing the same exact thing. Last year, at our annual tennis sleepover, the girls had voted on watching Insidious. Imagine this: I had spent the entire movie covering the bottom half of my eyes with a blanket and the top half with a pillow whilst holding somebody else’s hand. You would think it’d be easier to just leave the room and chat to someone in the kitchen, but no. Twelve years later and a part of me is still intrigued by some horrifying movie.

There are days where I just really want to see a scary film, but knowing that I won’t be able to do it normally causes me to simply read the plot on Wikipedia in order to satisfy the subconscious calling for the gory. In some ways reading about a horror film  is natural for me (and significantly more interesting) since growing up I had loved the scary mythological creatures and more so later on since monsters have become so mainstream is tween literature (yes, I had a Twilight obsession for a week). I’m not sure exactly why I am not able to view horror films, but it is possible that is has to do with the unbearable sound effects (even the flat out silences) that make me cringe with terror. Another habit of mine: if you watch a scary movie with me, chances are I’ll be covering my ears most of the time. This just goes to prove how much effect sound and music have on us. Do you agree? When was the last time a sound/song made you feel such strong emotion?