Today we are heading directly up my alley toward the genre of psychological horror. To say I’ve been a fan of this vast sub-genre of horror would be a drastic understatement. It’s fueled my passion like not much else in life. I took up writing at an early age because of it, and later, my artwork in the genre helped cement a career for me.
Poltergeist (1982) was one of the movies that, at a young age, got the wheels turning. The blaring visuals were like nothing I had seen before. I used to gravitate more toward movies like this after, and still to this day. I owe this passion to men like Tobe Hooper, and many others that helped style this type of horror.
Psychological horror has had a way of seeping into my veins. Growing up, I was often consumed by something belonging to Stephen King, or Dean Koontz. I’m still fascinated by both of them, along with David Lynch and a few others.
When I became friends with Grayson Queen, this was our favorite conversation.
“What makes you scared?”
“What makes the human brain tick?”
“What turns on the fear-receptor?”
—and so on, and so forth.
There is a glaring space with some of these men gone.
But I made a promise to someone.
My generation will carry this on.
This has been Day 3 of