What lurks outside the frame
I consumed a lot of horror movies during my teen years. For a couple of my friends, my room became the hub where we watched the standard fare of slashers, munched on overly processed snacks, and critiqued the characters' decisions as they ran for their lives. We, of course, would make better, smarter decisions. Ah, to know more as a teenager. As a teenager, horror was distant. The victims were fictional, and the violence was entertainment. But my room was a safe container where my friends and I could consume fear without consequence. Our appetites finally slowed when the horror ...