I always have lived  my life as if it is a horror movie.  Forever waiting for some bloody creature to rise from the depths of my basement ready to kill. Its the thrill of that potential chase.  I’m certainly not going to run unless I am being chased, we all know that.  Great horror movies have a murderous villain that you don’t necessarily root for, but you kinda feel sympathetic and somewhat have an understanding.  Maybe they need a hug or something.  Every move I make, I consider the many possibilities of melodramatic background music.  The build up…the anticipation… the crescendo!

When I meet that monster, I will destroy it.  If it is a “Zed word” type monster, I will cut off it’s head.  If it is a vampire, I will drive a stake through its heart.  If it is a mad knife wielding puppet, I will yank that knife away from the little guy and give him a hug.  I’ve got it all planned out, I will know what it takes to defeat evil!

It has never happened.   I have met some ghouls along the way, but no real monsters.  No knife fights, no battles, no kill or be killed moments.

How long will it take to meet that villain?  Where is the monster?

Dun dunt dah…I smell a red herring.

It is me that rises from the depths of the basement to terrorize.  It is me that causes fear and fright.  I now know why everyone screams and runs.  If only I had looked in the mirror long ago, I would have realized that I am JasonFreddyChuckyNosferatu!

I am the monster among us.