I am the last person in the world who should watch horror. My imagination runs from me and I believe my brain is notorious for sucking up the scariest scenes from any horror movie I watch and storing it for use later- yes, to torture me sleepless for at least several years if not decades. In spite of this knowledge, I have those days where I throw caution to the wind and brave myself to watch anyway. The problem is though, when I do decide to take the plunge, I want it to be the best horror with the most terror possible!
I scroll through Netflix, thinking to myself, “This site is not gonna do it for me”. It feels like a whole year has passed as I scroll through the list of movies and feeling disappointed at the lack of the right level of terror I was looking for and, just when I was about to give up and return to binge watch Spartacus, my eye catches a glimpse of “The Old Ways” and I smile. Gotcha!
It was divinely perfect, it had just the scary and intrigue I was looking for. Scary, one-eyed and mysterious old lady, check. Beautiful damsel in distress, check. A bone-chilling cave as the backstory of the year, check. Goose bump-inducing monstrous drawings, check. It was like the all-you-can-eat buffet after I have fasted for a week. Need I say more?
Needless to say, after quenching my thirst for horror, I am now left thoroughly horrified and my mind, well, it is thinking of all the sinister ways it can use what I saw against me. Pray for me please!