I don’t really watch horror movies or read horror novels, mostly because I don’t like how they make me feel and I’m not interested in gore or violence, but I enjoy scaring people. There’s something primal about scaring and being scared that I think has roots in the fact that we are all animals with no real predators. I have the opportunity to scare with the Georgetown Morgue this season thanks to some friends and had my first scare last night which still has me pumped up from the rush this morning. I enjoy scaring because it gives me the rush of the hunt, and I think a lot of people come to the Morgue to feel the adrenaline rush of feeling hunted. One of my favorite hobbies when I was a kid was scaring my little brother, mostly because my brother’s reactions were always so over the top. I later learned that my brother sometimes played up his reactions to get me in trouble (fake panic attacks, that little genius). Thanks to my little brother, I learned the foundational elements of scaring and how to scare people.