Watching people get stabbed to death is one way that I like to relax.
Before anyone freaks out, I’m talking about horror movies!
I was 15 when I became a lifelong horror fan after watching Scream at a friend’s house.
It’s somehow therapeutic sitting through horrifying, intense and sometimes hilarious situations and coming out of it unscathed.
I love them all: slashers like Halloween, zombies like 28 Days Later, found footage like Blair Witch, foreign horror like Train to Busan and my favourite genre, paranormal like The Exorcist.
The best horror are those that make a social statement. Romero rebuked consumerism in Dawn of the Dead and the Australian film Babadook was a reflection about grief.
Now 6, T is at a fun age when he enjoys spooky and scary things.
He gets freaked out by the dark, but he loves turning off all the lights and playing ghost.
He knows monsters aren’t real, yet he has nightmares about being chased by mummies.
He loves songs that sound spooky to him and asks me to put them on repeat.
And next to Christmas and birthdays, Halloween is his favourite season.
T is way too young to watch the horror films that the hubby and I watch, but I look very forward to the day when I can introduce them to him. What bloody fun we will have together!
For now, PG-rated scavenger hunts will do!
This year’s Halloween was subdued. T was home sick on Thursday and Friday with a bad cold and missed his school Halloween party.
We made it up to him by making an event out of pumpkin carving, with the two pumpkins we picked out last weekend.
As T helped the hubby carve them, he belted Britney Spears’ “Baby One More Time” from the top of his lungs.
All I will say is that pumpkins weren’t the only things being butchered that night.
Our family is home this Sunday with a cold and feeling generally blah. So we’re all taking it easy.
T and I watched the classic Home Alone. T may classify it as horror but I would file it under fantasy!
But we will still put candy out later for kids to help themselves to. And T will still put on his beekeeper costume and his daddy, the bee.
Me? I’m gonna be a jar of honey!
Happy Halloween, everyone!