Why I write what I write:

Why I write what I write:

There was a time, not so long ago, when horror legitimately scared the crap out of the consumer. In 1973, movie theater managers were forced to transform themselves into amateur grief counselors in order to quell the droves of horrified, hysterical movie-goers who, at the time, weren't able to make it through the first hour of The Exorcist.