Daddy's Little Girl

by Allison
(Pennsylvania, USA)

I turn fifteen in September 2010, and I have been a horror fanatic ever since I could distinguish what what was scary and what was not. It was the one thing my dad and I always had together. I remember how I would sit next to him during the movie when I was little and he would use his hand to crawl up my arm like a spider during the most suspenseful parts. That is, until I wised up and sat across the room from him during our time in the dark.

When my sisters and mother would question how I could watch blood, screaming people, and pure terror, I would just give the most sensible answer I could think of: I love submitting myself to situations that evoke emotions that I don't usually get to feel. Fear makes you vulnerable. Fear is just plain fun when there is no real danger.

I will love horror movies until the day I die. Or until a masked assailant finds himself at my doorstep with the same motives as my favorite villains. :)