I used to be a Halloween grinch.
I’m a scaredy cat. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video spooks me if I watch it at home, at night, by myself. Please, who am I kidding? I’m creeped out during the day. Slasher flicks don’t interest me. The rare times I watch horror movies, I’m peeking between fingers and with a clenched stomach. Goblins, ghouls and ghosts aren’t my thing. I did prefer Freddie over Jason movies as a teenager because at least that serial killer displayed a crafty sense of humor.
