Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Scary Shit

After my recent experience with horror, I was feeling quite cocky at Central last week, as I jauntily plucked the H.P. Lovecraft anthology The Horror in the Museum from a display of recommended books. Last night, I read the title story. It scared me so badly that I made my boyfriend go to bed at the same time as I did. I almost don't even want the book in the house anymore!

I wish I could offer some sort of analytical perspective of this story. Maybe talk about the reasons why I think it has the power to frighten despite not being a very good story in a lot of ways (stilted dialogue, flat characters, the main character's disbelief in the nature of his friend's wax museum sustained past the point of logic to become comical), but I can't. The story was just so creepy that I don't really want to think about it anymore. I have started the infinitely safer Malory instead.