First off, Happy Halloweenie! I used to love saying that when I was 9 years old and apparently still do at 29 #immature. The one outcome from Halloween that is bound to happen (aside from Diabetes) is the scary movie-a-thon on television. Horror movie superstars consumed my nightmares as a child, ever since then my basement has never been the same.
Every boy doll I owned, I envisioned stabbing me at night. I had PTSD from the movie Friday the 13th. This fear of mine got so bad, that Michael Jackson’s skin condition that turned him stark white, reminded me of Michael Myers from Halloween.
These villains appeared on my antenna T.V. and in nightmares for many years. I recently was sent on a mission to face my fears and find out the whereabouts and these terrifying monsters, today. Well, it turns out they have grown up into equally terrifying adults.