I have always found horror to be one of the truest, most realistic genres of entertainment. Some people work really hard to create romantic love stories that are supposed to mimic real life, but let's be honest, how many people are going to jump into a pool fully dressed? Probably not many, not sober anyway. How many people really race to the airport to stop their lover from boarding a plane? Maybe some have, but I promise you that the TSA guard isn't going to allow you to just race on through, because you're "in love."

Horror is real though. Of course there is no Freddy or Jason, but people's reaction to them in the films are about as "real life" as you can get. Yes, people are always going to get drunk and have sex. People are always going to explore the dark house, breaking all the rules of safety just to do it. And yes, when people see a horrific monster standing in front of them, people are always going to scream and run for their lives. That is real, far more real that a group of friends saving a failing restaurant with a musical montage. Far more real than an ugly girl becoming hot just by taking off her glasses and undoing her pony tail.

Horror and terror are two elements of the human being that we will always seek out. I feel that is because those are real, primal feelings in us all. Fear brings us together, helps us to conquer our own weaknesses. And even when we realize that Jason is just an actor in a mask, that Freddy is a really funny guy named Robert and that Chucky is a lot funnier than scary, we will always have that dark closet in our homes. We will always hear that strange noise in the dark. We will always have the feeling, on the back of our necks, those lovely tingles.

Horror stories are life stories.