How a Christian Fell in Love With the Horror Genre #3

Anecdote:

My Worst Reoccurring Childhood Nightmare Took Place in a Church

Older, empty churches have always inspired a sense of Otherness in me. I don't know why. I don't feel this when walking through our present church when it's empty, because it doesn't feel like an empty church when it's empty (if that makes any sense). It feels – and looks – more like an empty hotel convention hall. It's too modern to inspire that sense of Otherness, or, as German theologian Rudolpho Otto liked to put it, a sense of the “numinous.”