I consider the Halloween season to be one of my favourite times of the year. Candy? Check. Changing leaves underfoot? Check. Not ridiculously hot? Check. Horror movies? Check, check!
For some reason, I was rather young when I started watching horror movies. Should an eight year old watch an R rated movie where someone’s intestines are being ripped out? Probably not — but I did. On many occasions. Perhaps it was my older sister that got me into them, or perhaps it was the walk through the video store’s horror section that did it. I mean, how can a kid not be tempted by the section of the rental store that’s decorated so very differently and all too invitingly with faux-brick-walls and spooky posters?