Ilove this time of year. Halloween reminds me of the good kind of scary. When I was a kid, fear was clean and simple. It lived in that long and thrilling moment between turning off the light and racing to the bed. It looked like the wolf in The Neverending Story or the creepy alien on the cover of Whitley Strieber's Communion . It was the sound of a branch at the window or a creak in the hallway.

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If only grown-up fears were as simple as being afraid of the dark. Picture Shutterstock

My imagination was wild, fuelled by late-night horror movies I probably wasn't old enough to watc

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