Why do people tell scary stories?


Why Does Anyone Tell These Stories?

I watched my first horror movies in my parent's bedroom, when my mother was at work. It was a secret between my father and me. His father, my grandfather, had recently passed away and we were living in his house. On my breaks from school, we'd sometimes watch three movies in a row. We were living in this mini-mansion with an unfinished basement and a spiral staircase and all the makings of the perfect horror film. After one particular movie, I would never stick my hand anywhere near the garbage disposal again. My father didn't talk much those days. He was angry a[...]