Even a Man Who is Pure of Heart
When I was a kid I lived for staying up late on Friday nights and watching the horror movies that were on then, like The Wolfman with Lon Chaney. It was one of the few things that tended to bring me out of my near- autistic world of incessant reading, and it was cool because horror movies were never as scary as my own imagination and what I read in books like Babi Yar, or just normal history books.
There was one movie of the supernatural that really did make me afraid, it was called “Black Sunday“ (no, not the one with Bruce Dern in the Blimp, even though that is much scarier nowadays…)