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Korey L. Ward
Author
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Horror and why I love it
By Korey L. Ward
I’d never really put much thought into it until as of late, and until I was on a hike with my buddy, describing to him an idea I had for a horror book, did I realize how much horror is a part of my life. I love watching horror movies, I read horror stories, and I also write horror books.
After that realization I wondered if that was at all healthy, and even started speculating on my own sanity. I know one thing, I’m not a dark individual, with dark thoughts in the real world, and I don’t want to hurt anyone. So why do it? Why watch, read, and write all of this scary stuff?
Well, I’m not alone. You’re not alone. I think as human beings we are drawn to the unknown, and there is nothing more unknown than death. We all fear death because we really don’t know what’s on the other side waiting for us. We have faith that its going to be something great, but there is also the fear in thinking “Was I good enough? Did I say enough prayers? Did I do enough good deeds?”
The grim reaper is an unstoppable force that is waiting in the shadows for us around every corner, in every forest, in every bedroom closet, and under every bed. He also has many faces, Whether it be the trademark hood and cloak with the scythe, or in a white hockey mask with a machete.
We as humans, are curious creatures, with a desire and a need to try to make sense of it all. So we tell scary stories. We laugh after being scared out of our seats, because we know it’s not real. We thank our creator that the horrible thing in the shadows is after someone else instead of us.
“Horror is a universal language; we’re all afraid. We’re born afraid, we’re all afraid of things: death, disfigurement, loss of a loved one. Everything that I’m afraid of, you’re afraid of and vice versa. So everybody feels fear and suspense. We were little kids once and so it’s taking that basic human condition and emotion and just f*cking with it and playing with it. You can invent new horrors.”
John Carpenter
I am a fan of the classics. I love the Universal Monsters. With Dracula, the Wolf Man, the Mummy, the Invisible Man, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon, to name a few. I’m so intrigued by the atmosphere of old spooky houses, dank castles, and dark alleyways, with gaslight lanterns, lighting up cobblestone streets.
I think about about the people in the audience of that time watching those movies for the first time, and hearing of people passing out from sheer terror, because their brains went into overload. People of today have become so desensitized, that when they watch those same scenes, it doesn’t faze them a bit. It’s like getting on a roller-coaster. Its scary as Hell the first time. its fun the second time, but by the fourth or fifth time, you’re bored and want to move on to something taller, faster, and more terrifying. I will say that we have been riding this horror roller coaster for so long that people know every hill,every twist and turn, and its becoming more difficult to write and film because of that.
I remember when I was about 8 years old and they would play the Friday the 13th marathon for Halloween, and I remember trying to force myself to watch it. I would make it all they way up until I seen Jason’s dirty and broken hockey mask, and I would run and dive behind the couch. Haha. I remember going trick or treating as a kid, and afraid to go up to the creepy Cat Lady’s house down the street, for fear she was a witch and all her cats where previous children were daring enough to trick or treat there.
I think we are all trying to relive our childhoods in one way or another, because we were pure then, and hadn’t yet been convinced that there wasn’t a monster under our beds. I write horror, because I want to get back to that. I want to find that purity, so I try to find new creative ways to scare myself, then share those scares with the world.
