By: Melissa Ratliff
I was listening to Lore. I gravitate towards strange, but just out of reach of horror. It was a fall evening and I was walking my dog on the greenway. The episode was about little hairy creatures that approached a man while he was out walking in the woods. Speaking a strange chittery language, they beckoned him to follow (which, he smartly did not). I knew it wasn’t real. I knew I was in the city. But did that stop me from quickening my pace, constantly looking over my shoulder, and jumping at every sound? No. No it did not.
There was one Stephen King book I read in high school. Freaked me out at 2/3 in the morning.
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I’ve read some King, but he generally freaks me out too much!
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