By Gayle Carline
Mystery Author and Big Scaredy Cat
Know what's next Thursday? Huh? Huh? Do you?
I don't read horror, and I don't watch horror, yet I love this holiday. At heart, I suppose I'm a big wimp and love the faux-scariness of Halloween. Carving pumpkins, wearing costumes, re-runs of It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
And let's not forget the chocolate. Mmm...
When I do watch horror movies, I watch the old horror movies. My favorite is Cat People, from 1942. I love it because it's all about denial and dread. Everyone denies that there could be a panther on the loose, a panther who is really a young woman whose sexual desire manifests itself as a murderous beast. But we never see the beast. We only witness the dread of the people being stalked by it.
Here's just one of those scenes:
How many of us (especially us gals) have walked somewhere, alone, in the dark, and tried to keep the hair from prickling at the back of our neck?
I'd love to throw down a little challenge to the writers out there. This scene is a frightening visual... could any of you write it well enough to make me lock the doors and turn on the lights after I've read it?
Less than two minutes' film. One paragraph. Ready-set-go.