Spooky Stories
Spooky Stories! I have always been a scaredy cat. I’m frightened of things that don’t bother most people, including driving in traffic, going to the dentist and arguments. On the other hand, I can happily address a large crowd, I wear what I want and read what I want, and I drink out of the river. On the other other hand, I used to not be scared of heights and now I am. I used to be scared of the dark and now I’m not. I used to fear being alone and now I enjoy it. So there it is. My relationship with spooky stories has followed two paths. When I was a child, I was prone to sleeplessness and nightmares so my parents tried to shield me from scary stuff. We were allowed to read more or less what we wanted, but since Mum bought our books, I’m sure she kept a close eye on the content. Unfortunately, she overlooked two sources of creepy fear. We subscribed to a magazine called Look and Learn, which was a cheery compilation of educational pieces about other countries, ballet...