My husband introduced me to all the scary movies. To my surprise I discovered the “slasher” movies featuring psycho-killers who walked at the speed of molasses but never failed to catch the fleeing victim to hack them to pieces was no where near as terrifying as the —slowly opening door.
You’d think I’d be more frightened of the freakish, merciless assassins. The ones who couldn’t be outwitted despite lacking the ability to speak should be way more terrifying. Yet, when a lamp flickers, or a shadowy figure crosses by the window I’m all like, “Things just got real.”