Why do kids love being scared?

What is about sneaking down in the middle of the night to watch slasher films? Telling ghosts stories and urban legends while gathered in a tight circle around the campfire? Playing “Light as a Feather” or messing around with an Ouija board? Gathering the courage to summon Bloody Mary in a dark, cramped bathroom?

There are tons of psychological and physiological reasons behind our human attraction to scary stuff. Kids, like adults, enjoy the feeling of watching a scary movie–increasing heart rate, blood pressure and, respiration rate. The amygdala goes to work, flashing signals to the pituitary glands and adrenaline glands, which, depending on how intense the situation is, release adrenaline and cortisol. It’s a rush. It’s something different and exciting.

Best of all, it’s safe. There’s no actual danger, no risk, nothing that can go wrong. It is a cathartic experience. For kids and adults alike.

Which brings me to the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series.

When I was in grade school, it was an unspoken rule that every sleepover needed to include ghost stories or a scary movie, maybe even both. There would be a lot of talk about summoning Blood Mary, but we always chickened out. And I’ll never forget the tight feeling in my chest as I let the planchette slide across the letters on the Ouiji board (“I’m not moving it! Are you moving it?”). We were sure we had contacted something. It was almost too much.

But nothing ever felt so good the release of all that tension when someone started laughing and then everyone laughed. We realized it was all ok. It was silly and harmless but so much fun. We were safe, but for a few incredibly tense moments, we all felt fear and danger.

One of our favorite things to do, even more than playing silly games during sleepovers, was to take turns checking out Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark from the library. Written by Alvin Schwartz and illustrated by LEGEND Stephen Gammell, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark was the most infamous book in our school library. It was scary, but none of us kids could ever turn it down.

scary stories to tell in the dark

There’s been a lot of renewed interest in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, thanks to a recent documentary feature and the long-anticipated feature film adaptation. Because of this renewed interest, I realized I didn’t own a copy of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. Now that the original pictures aren’t part of the current editions (more on that later), I immediately purchased the whole set of the original three volumes from Amazon. Bless you, Amazon.

Now, I’m pretty sure I had a copy of the first Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark in elementary school, though I’m not 100% positive. Maybe I imagined owning the book. I do know that I spent hours with this book, staring at the pictures. I don’t really remember the stories in it as much as I remember why the pictures look like they do.

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I do remember all the other kids in my class were equally intrigued but wary of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. Every year around Halloween, the school librarian would set out all the “spooky” books. Scary Stories was always one of them, and there was always a waitlist to check it out. A lot of times, the teacher would have his or her own copy available for “reading time.” Still, kids couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough.

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And honestly, the stories themselves aren’t the scariest part of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. There’s plenty that’s messed up, for sure, but they were always slightly disappointing, especially compared to the pictures. I remembered, as a girl, flipping through the book to find the one or two really creepy stories. Mostly I made up my own stories to explain the pictures. Or I wouldn’t even try. I would just study the drawings and wonder what would possess a person to create such a scene, how he thought of such things. How did he get the figures to look like that, all spindly and blurred and sharp, at the same time? How did he get the eyes to follow you, even when there were no eyes?

It was morbid, unsettling. It would stay with me for hours after reading time was over. At night, after my mom turned out my light, every creak might have been some creature coming to eat me, some old rotten body creeping down the chimney, or someone trapped inside the walls, scratching and scratching and scratching.

scary stories to tell in the dark
scary stories to tell in the dark

I terrified myself with these thoughts, but that was the whole point—peaking at the book, telling myself it was just a picture, a copy of a picture even, not the original. The stories were fake. The monsters weren’t real. This book wasn’t haunted by a multitude of the same ghosts, all waiting for some unsuspecting child to snatch up. Those pictures weren’t looking at me.

scary stories to tell in the dark

I don’t know about you, but a large part of the fun was the shared experience of talking about the book with your friends. Who had read it already? Did you read the whole thing? Are you going to finish it? Or will you chicken out?

We would play monsters and ghosts during recess, or at least some kids would. All the boys pretended like they weren’t scared. They would try to scare each other and us girls, laughing like crazy when we jumped in fright. As if this made them forget that everyone, literally everyone, jumps when he or she turns the page and comes face to face with this:

scary stories to tell in the dark

We girls would roll our eyes at the boys and tell them to quit being so stupid. We would try to rationalize. Oh, it’s just a story. My mom told me it’s just paper and ink. Yeah, I’ve seen way scarier stuff.

I didn’t think it was that scary. Like anyone really believed it.

I would spend hours trying to figure out these pictures. I remember being so scared; if I looked at them too much, the ink would melt, drip off the page and onto the bed, and Harold the Scarecrow would appear in my room.

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But what a relief, when at the end of the night, I’d put it down. What a relief when I finished it and turned it back into the library. I always felt a little older, braver, and wiser for having read that book, cover to cover, without wussing out.

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark has stayed with me. Every once in awhile those images will pop back into my head. I’ll remember the chilling conclusion from one of the stories. And then I’m a little girl again, terrified of a picture but determined to defeat it by staring right back.

For old times’ sake, here is my favorite story from the series and the terrifying picture that went with it.

The Bride

 The minister’s daughter had just gotten married. After the wedding ceremony there was a great feast, with music and dancing and contests and games.

          When they got to playing hide-and-seek, the bride decided to hide in her grandfather’s trunk up in the attic.

          “They’ll never find me there,” she thought.

As she was climbing into the trunk, the lid came down and cracked her on the head, as she fell unconscious inside. The lid slammed shut and locked.

          No one will ever know how long she called for help or how hard she struggled to free herself from that tomb. Everyone in the village searched for her, and they looked almost everywhere. But no one thought of looking in the trunk. After a week her brand-new bridegroom and all the others gave her up for lost.

          Years later a maid went up into the attic looking for something she needed. “Maybe it is in the trunk,” she thought. She opened it – and screamed. There lay the missing bride in her wedding dress, but by then she was only a skeleton.

I have never forgotten this story because it has always struck me as one of the most messed up stories. That has to be on the list of worst wedding days ever. EVER. Also, no one ever thought to look for her in the trunk that was big enough to fit a person in? No? Seriously? I could never get it out of my head, what the characters must have felt. I could only approximate the mounting panic and dread as the guests couldn’t find her, as they ran out of places to look. How did her husband feel? What about her parents? Whatever they felt while searching for her would pale in comparison to the crushing guilt everyone would feel once she was found in the attic, all along.

But the real reason why this story is so deeply unsettling is the interplay between the story and its picture. It’s the corpse’s eyes. In the story, she hits her head and falls unconscious, the lid slamming shut and locking her inside. I always tried to tell myself that she just never woke up. But in the picture, the corpse’s eyes are open.

scary stories to tell in the dark

It is so deliciously creepy!

You’re welcome, future children of mine, for all the scares you’ll have, all of the awesome sleepovers where you can scare your friends, for the sense of accomplishment you’ll derive from finishing all of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. I hope you feel a little older, braver, and wiser for having read it.

Just a note, if you want to purchase your own copies, the new editions have a different illustrator, as I mentioned earlier. In my humble opinion, the new pictures kind of suck. Those old pictures were essential. I can understand that perhaps the original illustrator wanted control of his artwork. I get that. Perhaps the publisher and Mr. Gammell couldn’t come to a deal concerning the new editions. What I can’t understand is why the publisher, or whoever is in charge of recruiting the artwork, chose to pick someone who doesn’t draw scary pictures.

Here’s an example:

scary stories to tell in the dark

Here’s another one:

scary stories to tell in the dark

The pictures on the left are the originals. They look surreal. Something unexplainable and painful is happening. The pictures on the right, to be fair, possess an underlying unease. Something clearly sinister is unfolding, but they were illustrated by someone at Disney.

Kids aren’t really looking for that. If kids want to watch a cartoon, they will. If they want to be scared, they won’t reach for these books. Not these editions, anyway.

Now, this isn’t exactly news. Lots of people feel the way I do about the illustrations, which makes it relatively easy for lovers of the older editions to purchase those editions. Go these links here, here, and here.

At the end of the day, the original Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark will always be the one everyone, adults and kids, love the best. It speaks to our craving for vicarious fear and provokes our desire for catharsis better. That huge accomplishment will endure for generations to come.