Give Us Your Thoughts On Horror.

Greetings from your fearless shipping manager.  Lately, Ben and I have spent a lot of time talking with each other about how broad the field of horror is.  He and I grew up on the movies, sure, but there was also an abundance of horror comics (EC reprints) and horror literature (King, Koontz, Barker etc.) to poison the fertile soil of our imaginations.  Hell, last month I was at my local library browsing the audio books and came across some old Inner Sanctum radio broadcasts with a guest appearance by  Boris Karloff .  How cool is that?  Since then, I’ve found a number of old horror radio broadcasts on YouTube and have spent many hours listening to them.    Now that we’re into a new year with many changes looming upon the proverbial horizon of Fright-Rags, I thought it might be time to open a discussion on the field of horror pertaining to comics, literature, radio broadcasts, or whatever else tickles your fancy.  What are your thoughts on the EC comics and/or the many knock-offs that followed?  I would love to hear your stories and memories.  When I was growing up, I had a record (yes, I’m that old) of a Peter and the Wolf reading.  Now, the Peter and the Wolf  reading was pretty frickin’ cool but on the flipside of that record was this crazy tale about a witch that came down the chimney of some guy’s house.   I don’t even remember the title of the story but I do remember that it scared the hell out of me when I was young.  And yet, despite my terror, I listened to it over and over and over again. 

 It’s similar to my first experience reading Stephen King when I was about ten years old.   Hanging out at a friends house one summer day, I found this beat up copy of Stephen King’s Cujo in his room.  Initially, the two of us had gone through the house looking for his dad’s collection of girlie mags but having failed to turn up anything more provocative than Elle magazine we retreated, forelorn and  frustrated, back to his room. That was when I discovered the King paperback laying on the floor and proceeded to read.   I don’t remember how far I got but I know the impact it had on me.  Later on that evening, laying in bed with the covers pulled up to my eyeballs, my eyes remained locked on the closet door, waiting for the knob to rattle  before slowly turning, revealing the creeping death that crouched inside.  I was certain that something was lurking deep within the shadows of the closet, waiting to pounce on me and unzip my guts, strewing my innards around like so much useless confetti.   Of course, there was nothing in the closet save for grandma’s winter coats and a bunch of wire coat hangers (Insert obligatory Mommy Dearest  NO. . . WIRE. . . HANGERRRRS!!!  joke here).   Anyway, the next day found me back at my friends house picking up right where I left off with Cujo.  And so began a lifelong love affair with the King of horror. 

Alright, enough about me.  What are your experiences with horror, both past and present?  How old were you when the horror bug sunk its tiny little teeth into your veins?  What type of horror (aside from the movies) do you enjoy?  Ben and I both love what we do and I think he will agree when I say that interacting with other horror  fans is the best part of this job.  You guys have made Fright-Rags what it is today and for that we are incredibly grateful.  Well, I’d better end this book,  I’m out of Mountain Dew and withdrawal’s startin’ to kick in.  Until next time.    -Tim