Ever since childhood, I've held an appreciation for horror as a genre. I was therefore keen to see "The Blair Witch Project" when it came out. While not the first faux doc horror film, it was ground-breaking for its time.
Back in grade school, I read and re-read my copies of Alfred Hitchcock's "Haunted Houseful" and "Ghostly Gallery" anthologies as well as The Tomb of Dracula magazines. I vividly remember seeing "The Omen" when it aired on TV.
In university, I came across the writings of HP Lovecraft (having first glimpsed the Cthulhu mythos in the D&D hardcover "Deities and Demigods" cyclopedia) and participated in a "Call of Cthulhu" RPG campaign (a memorable experience).
A few years later, my friend Vince and I systematically watched all of the most notable horror films of the 1960s and 70s, like "Rosemary's Baby" and "The Exorcist" (including its sequels). The latter was particularly disturbing.
I saw "The Blair Witch Project" with my future wife, while we were living in Montreal. I remember that we felt so dazed afterwards, we went for dinner at "Blue Nile" an Ethiopian restaurant, in an effort to shake the mood.
We watched the movie again with our two teenaged daughters, this past summer (one of whom loves to watch "scary" movies). It really didn't have the same impact, watching it at home in our living room, but was still creepy.
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