I confess: I am a wuss when it comes to scary movies. I am 100% down with thrilling, suspenseful, or violent. Bring all that. But when it comes to full on scary—you know, the kind of movies with blurry poster images of screaming faces and tag lines like “Evil Awaits”—I am a sad coward.

I attribute this to the fact that I suspend disbelief way too easily. This is a helpful trait when it comes to being a speculative fiction reader and writer, but if you tell me that Candyman will appear if you say his name five times in the mirror, or that I’ll die in seven days if I watch this creepy video—well, damn I kinda believe you and now I’m not leaving the spot under this table.

Since this is Fearless Friday, I thought it would be appropriate for me to use one of my fears—scary movies—to describe…