He stood before the mirror. A train rolled past, and the power surged. Fluorescent lighting flickering above him. A grin spread and split his face. A splash of red against snow white. Being dead never looked so good.
Have I mentioned that I love the horror genre? Oh, it was obvious….
I had a therapist once that told me how odd it is for me to like horror. With all the fear and anxiety I have already, why would I want to subject myself to more?
It’s most likely because it is a controlled fear. I am able to directly see where the trigger is. It’s easier for me to handle fear, if I can understand it’s source.
If you, like me, love a good horror story let me know some of your recommendations. Movie, book, TV series, etc
Thank you for reading!