I love scary books and films.
But let me concentrate on books. I have tried—really, desperately, sincerely tried—reading scary books. Yet I have to read one that would do the trick.
Tried The Last Apprentice series by Joseph Delaney. Okay not the whole series, since I gave up before I got to the last book, which meant seven books equaling seven tries, all of which failed. Not a single one frightened me.
Maybe that was too modern, too expected. So I tried a (supposed) classic: Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes. I love his short stories, especially that one about the sea monster and the lighthouse but I just can’t get what Wicked is about. Even before I got to middle, I and my interest in the story got lost. No point in continuing on with the rest of the book.
Possibly, stories may not be the key but straight information may give me the creeps I am looking for. So I immersed myself into books like Almanac of the Uncanny, The Dark History of the Occult, and Nazis and the Occult. Same thing happened.
Alfred Hitchcock’s A Witch’s Brew, while not entirely scary, is better than the previous ones.
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