It's not all our fault: Exhibit C

The next piece of evidence in my ongoing exploration of why the millenials turned out the way they did.

Exhibit C: Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Answer? Yes.  We all were.  For years my sisters and I didn't like to go to bottom story of our house alone.  Why?  There was no telling what kind of creeper was hanging out down there.

I love to sit and think and come up with reasons for things.  Everyone needs hobbies, right?  But for all my efforts, I have yet to think of a good reason for all of the spooky-related books and TV shows we were flooded with in the early to mid 90s.  Goosebumps, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, and Tales From the Crypt.  And 48 Hours Mysteries.  Arguably not a show for children, but we still watched it.  And it was on the air in the 90s.  So I think it counts.

The most frustrating part about 48 Hours was that you were left with no resolution.  Just the after-image of live re-enactments with terrible acting.  And the icky feeling that the were murderers and rapist living next door to you.  No matter where you went you would never be able to escape the horrors of it.  And probably they were hiding in your basement right now. And those of us with healthy imaginations are still coping with the residual scenarios our brain summons when it's a 'dark and scary night'.  It's like everything is perfectly normal until it's the middle of the night, and then your brain is like, "you know what we haven't thought about in a while?  Demons."

Thanks brain.  Thanks a lot.