I have an passion, some would say obsession, for scary things. I like horror movies, horror stories, things that go bump in the night and tales of madness and despair. Good wholesome stuff like that.

I grew up near a video store with fifty cent rentals and an extremely permissive policy on renting to minors. And I simply consumed their horror section. At the risk of dating myself, the 80’s were a glorious golden age of horror and mayhem that has never been equaled in modern horror.

Some people say that watching so many horror movies changes a man, makes him strange, and fills him with alien and forbidden urges.

Those people are the most delicious of all.