How horror movies can give you more in life than nightmares

Welcome to the land of the unsettling.

I’m a freelance writer who covers the horror genre in all kinds of media, from movies to comics, from video games to real life. I give all pieces a chance, but as an obnoxious horror fan, I prefer old school black and white movies and underdog novels.

I also write short horror stories. My first novel, Crucifijo (only available in Spanish language at the moment), is a sweet mix of horror, science fiction and gothic vampires.

You can contact me through social media through my different accounts:

@UnexpectedHorrors

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  Why horror?

The horror genre has been a constant in my life since I was little. I remember this TV block in the late night where they aired shows such as The X files and some of Stephen King’s mini series. My parents were relucant to allow me and my brother to watch anything related to sex, but horror -oh boy, it was our little fun family time!

X Files Pilot, Mulder and Scully discussing over the body of what may be an alien
© 20th Century Fox

My parents knew that this material was not kid friendly, but since their only way of quality time with us was either watching TV or during meals, they were forced to let me and my brother stay until late watching IT, the Nightmare of Elm Street and Pet Cemetery.

As long as we never wimp out about having nightmares, everything was okay for them. It was either this, or sending us halfway the movie to our rooms, where inevitably we would keep watching in our own devices.

One of the first impressions I had for the genre was the mini series Stargate, which the TV chain had divided into shorts of about twenty minutes long, airing one once per week. This scene where some dude was propelled in pieces from the interdimensional gate got stuck into my young impressionable mind for years.

Caption of the Stargate as it appeared in the first season
© Stargate (II) Productions

I fell in love with the feeling of unease that horror films provoked in me.

As a middle class family, we only had access to public television, so cult classics like The Fly and The Exorcist were the current blockbusters in the eyes of my childhood! Later on, my parents could afford cable, and a new universe of movies and series unfolded before me.

Pennywise the clown by Tim Curry smiles with pointy teeth
© Warner Bross Television

I became addicted to the Goosebumps series when I was a pre teen. Those poorly acted stories about slimy monsters became my favorite. I especially liked this episode about the puppet because I had a creepy doll myself, which my grandmother had found among the discarded toys she had piled up in the attic.

At least they helped me approach another facet of horror that I’ve never seen before: Literature. My brother bought me two volumes R.L. Stine books for my birthday. I re read both until their front pages torn out!

Goosebumps Welcome to the Dead House Cover
© R. L. Stine

Soon I was craving for more. But again, my family didn’t have the money to buy us books, or not at least the ones whose copyrights belonged still to their authors. Thus my mother came home with Edgar Allan Poe, H.G. Wells, Horacio Quiroga, Bram Stoker, Lovecraft and Oscar Wilde, among other classic authors.

The Black Cat’ story became my baseline for horror literature. I remember copying some extraits of the tale trying to understand why I found them so cool. I toyed with the idea of specializing in horror until later in adulthood, thus this blog/magazine was created.

That’s how, horror became a constant my early life, and a somewhat family bonding activity, as odd as it sounds.

© Gallo Giancarlo
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