Friend of Fear

by Lisa Hartsgrove
I come from a family of ghouls. Pranks are our love language. Before I was even 10 years old, I knew who Norman Bates was. I knew to head towards the light. I knew all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. I grew up with fear as a close friend and so I embraced it at every corner—never missing a hayride, a haunted walk-through, a Halloween event, my mom climbing a ladder to my room to blow an air horn in my window in the middle of the night …