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Welcome to more BLOGTOBERFEST!! I’m going to continue today to chat with you about a time that I was scared as a child.  This moment is so vivid in my mind that I can recall it clearly to this day.  Three words. Crystal Caves Park Now, I know what you’re thinking.  “Dahlia, don’t be so foolish, doll! I mean, two out of the three words are so nice! What could be bad about ‘crystal’ and ‘park’?” I do see the logic in that, but separating those two lovely words is the word CAVES.  Dark, underground caverns, which of course were on the verge of collapsing, trapping silly tourists inside in the dark. As a wee child, about seven or so, the idea of visiting a cave seemed fun.  It was well lighted, there were guides, restrooms and a gift shop.  Great!  I was game. Everything was going well until they… Continued

Books are frightening in a whole different way that movies, because your imagination has no boundaries.  With movies, once you see the “horror” manifested on screen, the mind tends to deflect the horror by trying to figure out how the special effects actually worked and wondering if they really used colored corn syrup for the blood. In addition, you can always look away from the horror on the screen. But books…books make your imagination work overtime, taking the author’s words and twisting it into your personalized nightmare, images so horrifying that they may stay with you long after you’ve closed the book and [amazon-product align=”left;”]B004TPFNVI[/amazon-product]moved on with your real life. And when/if you see the movie, that same scene is nothing like you imagined.  In fact, seeing the director’s interpretation of the scene may take all the “scare” out of it. One of the scariest stories that I’ve ever read,