Warning: An overload of the word ‘spook’.
Let me get one thing out of the way first: I am a proper, total, absolute scaredy cat. And that’s the gist of this blog post.
The thing about the world is that it works according to what the West says it works. So when October rolls around, it’s spooky season thanks to Halloween and everyone in the whole wide world is posting Halloween book recommendations and spooky book recs and Fall recommendations and the like. But I’ve never been someone who reads according to season. I can read any book at any time. Not something to boast about, just stating a fact.
So when the world is reading spooky, horror books, I am usually reading whatever I want because horror books spook the f out of me. Even books like Killing Commendatore and Tigers, Not Daughters scared me to the point where I just stopped reading at night and finished them during the day. In my defense, Tigers, Not Daughters did have a ghost in it, so I’m justified when I talk about it.
Let me give you an example of how easily I get scared.
The other day, I was washing some cups in the kitchen sink and was humming to myself as I did. Once I was done, I turned to leave and when I saw my father-in-law, I jumped and squealed, frightened. He was only there for a glass of water, but his unexpected appearance scared me to no end. And this is just one of many occurrences. My father-in-law has taken to saying that the next time, he’ll bring a band so that he can announce when he’s coming in so that I don’t get scared. XD
I’ll tell you another story from the distant past.
There’s a Telugu movie called Arundhati, a movie that’s scary enough even for normal people. It was then that I realized the kind of movies that I should stay away from and Arundhati was one of them. We watched the movie in a darkened room, my Mum, my uncle and aunt, my cousins, and I. At this point, I was like, “Eh, it’s okay. It’s not that scary.” But once we went to sleep, I couldn’t fall asleep, if that makes sense, because I imagined that the scary character was about to emerge from below the bed and make my life a living hell. That’s how paranoid I got.
Basically, I have a vivid imagination that becomes even more vivid when it comes to scary or bad situations. So if I encounter something that’s at a pain level of 5 on a scale of 1 to 10, my brain will turn it into a level 25 situation and then all I am capable of doing for a while is freak out until my garbage memory decides it’s time to forget it.
And since I delve into a book – like, really delve into it when I’m reading – my brain brings all of it to life in a rather scary manner. Which is why, I like to NOT read spooky books. I have never read a horror book before even though Stephen King’s It and The Shining are on my TBR. I just can’t seem to gather that courage and confidence to pick them up and read them. God knows if I will ever! But yeah, that’s why I stay away from spooky books, not consciously picking them. If it happens to have the spooks, then I most likely didn’t know that when I picked it. Either way, spooking is a given. XD