Michael Jackson's "Thriller", that about fourteen minute music video with the pop icon in red leather get-up, a werewolf, zombies, and a frightened young woman who looked eerily like one of my mother's closest friends at the time all managed to successfully scare the hell out of me. After watching it for the first time not too long after its release, I immediately became cautious before turning every dark corner and made sure my nightlight bulb was fresh. I even imagined I could watch it during the day time and the imagery would lose its effect. So I did. That was a joke.
purging the black female horror fan from the margins