Sometimes when someone describes a room, my mind already made up a grey area that could be a room, so for the author to continue to describe colours and shapes is mostly lost on me. My brain isn’t completely devoid of images when I picture a scene, but they’re not vivid enough for me to be able to imagine what is on the page in great detail. The answer as to why this happens is probably simple: I don’t see clear images in my mind when I read. But after picking up Stephen King’s The Shining and leaving unscathed - I was more afraid of being afraid than I was actually afraid, which made the book a bit of a disappointment - I started to wonder why a horror book adapted as a movie that terrifies me just to think about it (reader, I saw a few scenes and that was enough to give me nightmares for days) was pretty much “meh” in providing the spooky I was searching for. As someone who grew up in an environment where the paranormal isn’t a question, but a certainty, and stories about encounters with evil spirits abound, it is no surprise that I try to stay away from things that give me the heebie jeebies.
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