30 Day Horror Challenge Day 2: One of your earliest encounters with the horror genre
Nearly all of my childhood nightmares were directly related to the Scary Stories series. I was a voracious reader (NERD) and I managed to get my hands on these books when I was around 8 years old. After reading them I threw them into the back of my closet and piled a bunch crap on top because even looking at the covers would guarantee a night of terror. At the same time, being the total weirdo that I am, I couldn’t resist pulling them out occasionally and inducing terror just for the thrilling rush, knowing I would later wake up screaming in the night. The series was a gateway drug, and before long I was devouring every scary book I could find…once I hit Clive Barker’s The Thief of Always I was doooooomed.
“Harold” was the most frightening story for me (“The Wendigo” is a close second) simply for the last few lines: “When Alfred came to a rise in the path, he looked back for Thomas. He did not see him anywhere. But he did see Harold. The doll was on the roof of the hut again. As Alfred watched, Harold kneeled and stretched out a bloody skin to dry in the sun.”
BRB SCREAMING FOREVER
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