Cessna In Flight

No, this entry is not an analysis of which of the two tv series is better.

I am an unabashed Walking Dead fan and I have never seen an episode of American Horror Story. My friend, Lynn, said I should watch it. I then told my husband, who immediately downloaded all the episodes. He enjoyed it so much, much much more than WD and is encouraging me to watch AHS with him.

What is it about? I asked. It’s like Paranormal Activity, he said. In that case I’m not watching, I said. So there he is, glued in front of the tv, doing yet another AHS marathon. Me, I’m in the bedroom with the door closed to block all sound from the tv.

I’m not really a fan of horror movies or tv shows. They show up in my dreams you see. Not to mention that I get scared to get up from the bed to go the bathroom in the middle of the night.

But a zombie show, I can manage. I may let out a scream like I’m being dropped off from the top of the roller coaster, but the scenes don’t get in my head. Because I know that zombies are not real. Whoever has actually seen or heard of a dead person rise from the grave and start eating humans for breakfast?

But ghost stories, ah. That flickering light. That shadow on the wall when you’re the only one in the room. A whisper no one else hears. A figure from behind the curtain. These things happen in real life. Or at least we know someone who knows someone who experienced these things in real life. Real people talk about the occurrence of these things on tv every year before the first of November. A favorite priest of mine talked about a house filled with “restless souls” in a sermon one Sunday. These stories are real. They can be real.

So that is why I am never going to watch American Horror Story. I’m too chicken. I will not be able to sleep because I can’t help but think that the things I saw on tv could happen to me, then I’ll fall sleep and dream that it’s already happening to me.