But maybe I'm weird. 'Cause see, I've always liked to be scared, a little. That little frisson of fear that you feel when you're listening to a suspenseful story -- that's the best! Those types of stories were always the most requested at my sleepover birthday parties. "The Almond Tree" was the most requested story, year after year. In this story, a young boy is secretly murdered by his stepmother and comes back to life as dove that sits in a tree and sings
My mother killed me.
My father grieved for me.
My little sister Marley,
wept under the almond tree.
His stepmother's crime is eventually discovered and she's punished and if my memory serves me the little boy comes back to life? Can't remember for sure because it's been many, many years since I heard the story.
I've already seen this love of "the scary" in my own children, particularly Bubba. A couple of months back he got very into the Spiderwick Chronicles books that were included in the General Mills cereal boxes. There was a scene in one of them with a troll rising out of the creek that, when I read it, I wondered if it was too scary for Bubba. I looked at him and his eyes were indeed as wide as saucers, but when I finished the book he asked me to go back and read that passage again! And he made me read just that passage again the next night.
So maybe we're weird. Maybe it's genetic. But it sure is fun.