I never got into monsters, spooks, and the likes. Life is full enough of such things to live with the phantom fears of fictions. Shadows of trees, the screeching of tires, maledictions of screaming rage. Anxious regret and their slow plodding uncertainty.
No I have no need for monsters, spooks, and the likes—what I have seen is much worse. What I have seen is scarier, and real.
I’ve never got into monster, and I don’t understand why people would, life being intrinsic with fear, and rage, and uncertainty.
But if that’s what does it for you than I hold no drudge. I just don’t see the allure—I never got into monsters, spooks, and the likes.