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(Cross-posted to CarlaMLee.com and SarahCanfield.net.)
Carla: Dirty.
Sarah: Dirty Dancing? Truly horrific?
Carla: I hate you. My first horror movie was The Howling. I don’t remember how old I was, but I was under 10, I think. I spent part of every summer on the road with my dad, who was a long-haul trucker, and one night at a truck stop, I saw The Howling in the trucker’s lounge. It was amazing, and I have loved werewolves and horror ever since.
(We were never allowed to watch horror growing up, mostly because just the sound of horror movies scared my mom. I used to read a lot of horror, though. Dracula was the first horror book I remember reading.)
Sarah: The first horror movie I saw was Gremlins. I was probably about six at the time, and we lived in an old farmhouse and none of the carpets fitted right. Mine bulged in weird places, and I spent at least a year convinced that gremlins were hatching under there (slow hatching, admittedly, but damnit, they were coming for me!) … it just occurs to me that we can probably trace my insomnia back to that time.
Carla: Ouch, that sucks.
Sarah: Fuck that, insomnia is a life saver when it comes to Freddy Krueger.
Carla: I’ve never been so glad that sleep and I broke up.
What was your first exposure to horror?
Carla: Dirty.
Sarah: Dirty Dancing? Truly horrific?
Carla: I hate you. My first horror movie was The Howling. I don’t remember how old I was, but I was under 10, I think. I spent part of every summer on the road with my dad, who was a long-haul trucker, and one night at a truck stop, I saw The Howling in the trucker’s lounge. It was amazing, and I have loved werewolves and horror ever since.
(We were never allowed to watch horror growing up, mostly because just the sound of horror movies scared my mom. I used to read a lot of horror, though. Dracula was the first horror book I remember reading.)
Sarah: The first horror movie I saw was Gremlins. I was probably about six at the time, and we lived in an old farmhouse and none of the carpets fitted right. Mine bulged in weird places, and I spent at least a year convinced that gremlins were hatching under there (slow hatching, admittedly, but damnit, they were coming for me!) … it just occurs to me that we can probably trace my insomnia back to that time.
Carla: Ouch, that sucks.
Sarah: Fuck that, insomnia is a life saver when it comes to Freddy Krueger.
Carla: I’ve never been so glad that sleep and I broke up.
