I’ve never understood why people like scary things.

I hate to be scared. It’s probably due to the fact that I am rather high strung (as in I don’t need caffeine to be wound up and jumpy) and I have a vivid imagination.

I never had a fear of the supernatural, excluding a (fully justifiable, I’m sure) hatred of zombies. So I’ve never been quite sure why vampires and werewolves and the like are fodder for horror films. I much prefer the stories that explore why they’re different from us. But I don’t necessarily find them scary.

I think real fear is something else entirely.

Such as last night when we heard a loud banging and crashing from my grandmother’s bedroom.

That’s real fear.

She’s okay. She’s just going to be bruised and sore for a week or so. But in that moment I envisioned many things–none good. All of them frightening.

Like I said, I’ve never understood why people like scary things.