Horror films were a big part of my teenage years.
I lost my brother in a car accident when I was 15 and it turned my childhood upside down. I didn’t feel completely equipped to cope with the world when it happened and, as a way to protect myself, I became a stoic teen.
Of course, I didn’t really understand what I was really doing to myself at the time – I was just a kid.
It was then that I REALLY got into horror movies. Sure, I already had a bit of dark side – tragedy can do that to a person – but I could not get enough horror. I wrote dark poems and watched all I could get my hands on (which wasn’t as easy then as it is now).
That dark side permeated my early work (More Than Mortal, Makebelieve, The Witchfinder), but once I got married and started my family – which wasn’t too long after those teen years – I drifted away from horror. My husband wasn’t into it and I had young children to set an example for.
As I look back at that time, I wonder why I was so drawn to it. I realize that horror films were the only things that seemed to “crack my armor”, the only thrill that seemed to elicit any sort of emotion from me.
In a small way, these films reminded me that I was alive.
Now that my kids are older and I am watching their tastes mature, I recognize I have come to miss those little thrills.
I had a horror film project drop into my lap recently. The core concept is excellent. More importantly, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before in a horror film. That may sound farfetched given the slew of horror films produced in the last few decades, but this concept has that perfect “familiar but fresh” hook we all strive for when searching for ideas.
I feel lucky to be a part of the project, and luckier still to realize how far I’ve come since my teens.
I am also intrigued to discover what my adult sensibilities will bring to the film.