Books that Scare
I said I do not fear those pants
with nobody inside them.
I said and said and said those words
I said them but I lied them.
I said and said and said those words
I said them but I lied them.
When I was little, WHAT WAS I SCARED OF? by Dr. Seuss was my favorite book to read on Halloween. I loved it even more than watching IT'S THE GREAT PUMPKIN, CHARLIE BROWN.
In junior high, I developed an addiction to R.L. Stine. If I remember right, in THE SNOWMAN, the villain tries to kill the heroine by burying her inside a snowman . . .
In high school, a different kind of book scared me. THE DAY OF THE JACKAL is one of those books that keeps on giving . . . me nightmares. I've read it twice, and will probably read it another ten times before I die.
In college, I had a frighteningly fun fling with Gothic romance. REBECCA immediately pops to mind. This cover was on the 1960 edition (its 7th printing) and sold for 35 cents. I don't know why I threw that in. Probably because it BLOWS ME AWAY.
What books scare me now? I haven't read anything memorably chilling in the past couple months, but I will say I am really, really looking forward to this:
