We Wildclawians...Wildclawites? Whatever, we were talking about campfire stories last night and it got me to thinking about those stories that scared the sense of me when I was a young, impressionable gal. I remember one about a poor kid that found a giant toe and brought it home to feed his family...and then the Giant came back to claim it. Messiness ensued. Or perhaps my very favorite...the haunted prom dress. A poor girl finds a gorgeous dress in a resale shop for a great price...and then promptly dies while wearing it at the prom. It seems the dress came from a funeral home fresh from a body and the embalming fluid on the dress poisoned the young girl. Of course, the moral of these two tales is "don't be poor"...but I digress. These tales came form Alvin Scwartz's Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. I must have checked this book out from the school library a billion times. I could not get enough of it and the creepy illustrations. Perhaps you have a small person in your life that needs a good scare?
In addition to those two stories, I somehow thought it would be a good idea to read The Shiningat a very young age...to this day, I am very suspicious of topiaries, mazes, Colorado Hotels, children, and any room numbered 217. The book scares the crap out of me to this day.
And don't even get me started on clowns...shudder...
What is it that makes us crave a scare? Do you have a childhood scary campfire tale that has stuck with you?