How A Christian Fell in Love With the Horror Genre #6

Anecdote:

Why the Hell do I Love this Creepy Stuff?

Disclaimer: I'm writing this after several whiskeys. Obviously, I'll edit the grammatical gaffes; but the fluid stream-of-consciousness writing I'll leave intact. In any case, this book is exploring why I, as a Christian who believes in God and believes Christ died on the cross so we could be with God someday, would love the weird, macabre, dark freakiness of the horror genre.

I sometimes have no freaking clue. I just finished a schlokey 80's horror movie called The Pit on Shudder. It's about a sexually disturbed boy who hears an evil voice from his Teddy Bear telling him to do things, and also discovers a pit out in the woods with flesh-eating creatures in it, which he then feeds all the terrible people who have bullied him. Now, it's an eighties movie, so while there's nudity and gore, it's not over-the-top or gratuitous. Even so. It's a pretty messed up movie for a Christian to watch. So why the hell am I watching it?

I honestly dunno.