I secretly loved being scared when I was a kid.  We’d watch the old monster movies – Frankenstein, Dracula, The Mummy, Werewolf – they were awesome, and provided just enough fear to give you a thrill.  When I got a little older, the movies got a little scarier.  To get to my best friend Julie’s house, I had to travel down a stretch of road where some large, old trees hovered over the street.  There were very few street lights in this part of town, and it was pretty eerie.  Julie and I were always a bit apprehensive about traversing this stretch to reach the house at the end of our destination – if it was dark.  At some point, we convinced ourselves that we were perfectly safe…as long as we didn’t hear the theme music from Friday the 13th.  You know…the dreaded, “Che che che che che.  Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.” Continue reading “Satan’s Secret Weapon” →