I am a wimp. It doesn’t take much to raise the hair on the back of my neck. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember.
In highschool I went to a birthday party where we watched The Exorcist. I spent much of the night sitting just out of view of the TV, striking up conversations with anyone, ANYONE who walked by. I didn’t see anything past the point where the little girl wets herself and I still spent the night in an uneasy sleep.
In my first year of undergrad, my residence held a night of scary stories. Although I was seated neatly tucked in amongst my friends, I still only lasted about three stories before bailing for the safety of my well-lit room.
I can’t even THINK about Ichabod Crane around Hallowe’en.
Recently, I’ve been trying to push myself to tolerate being a *little* scared. I read all the way to the end of the book. I watch the movies all the way through (in the mid-afternoon, only when it’s sunny). I think I’m getting better. Actually, as it turns out, I actually enjoy being a bit scared…but just the tiniest bit.
Since it’s almost Hallowe’en, I thought it fitting to recommend a few of the creepy stories I’ve enjoyed recently. I’ll save you my reviews and summaries but suffice it to say, you’ll be sleeping with one eye open.
- Wealth and power secured by Satan? Read the book before you watch the movie. Trust me.
- A fantastic short read, local author Steve Vernon tells a vampire story with a distinctly Canadian twist.
Creepy Young Adult
- The first book in the Shades of London series by Maureen Johnson ties in murders, ghosts, and Jack the Ripper. It’s a triple threat.
Creepy Short Stories
- I first read this one in grade six. I signed in out of my classroom library during silent reading time. It scared my pants off and yet I remember checking it out more than once. Reading and re-reading the stories and spooking myself out with the terrifying and amazing illustrations. Recently, this book has been republished with more gentle illustrations so as not to be as frightening. (Read about it here.) While I think the illustrations contributed to the fright factor, a fraidy-cat like me would also do just fine with only the words and an over active imagination.