I was 6 or 7 years old when my sisters pulled to the side of a country road in Modesto California in the late 70s. When a Stranger Calls
was playing on the drive in screen and we sat and watched long enough for me to cower on the floor in the back seat. Horror was injected into my DNA that day.
Starting in earnest in my late teens reading Stephen King novels, then progressing to horror movies with The Amityville Horror
and The Fly.
My horror kink continued through my young adult years and once my kids were old enough I introduced them to horror movies (way too young some would say).
It’s been a great bonding experience watching movies every week with my girls and sharing through Marco Polo. I look forward to blurbing some movies in the very near future.facebook