I can barely remember a time where the strange intrigued me.
Covering everything from creepy stories to far fetched urban legends, the weird and strange have always fascinated me, intrigued me into learning more. Whole afternoons were spent researching the supernatural, and at night, I would scourge through countless links about “true” horror stories. Stories of hauntings and escaped patients of mental asylums were, and still are, a strong passion.
Horror and I have always been close companions. It’s a strange passion – the very things I love to learn about at the same time scare me half to death. Lights would be (and still are) my first destination, and I very rarely venture outside groups when I’m outside. Stories of ghosts, hauntings, serial killers… No matter how implausible I convince myself they are, there’s always that uncertainty, the slightest possibility in my mind, that there’s something lurking in the dark.
I recall visiting the video store while my parents where off to do groceries with my brother. And every single time, we would spend the entire time just reading the backs of horror movie cases until they got back. I remember every period in computing class were spent with friend on horror sites, reading user submitted stories. And while those around me have lost their interests in the supernatural, I remain, expanding my knowledge of the unexplainable. Shadow people, the mothman, wendigoes, poltergeists… these are the things I have loved to learn about since I was a child.
I really do love discussing with others superstition, myths and strange creatures. I really wanted to make a post about this only because I was talking about this topic with a bunch of people from my youth group, and it was great hearing others’ own opinions and experiences. And on that note, I’m off to do some more research and see what else I can dig up to satisfy this little obsession of mine.