Kids amaze me. How is it that there’s no sound greater than a baby laughing, yet nothing creepier than a small child in a horror movie? Whether they’re reading some demented version of a children’s fable or just standing in the middle of a hallway, a scary child is the number one indicator that I will not be seeing a movie. But somehow, all I want to do outside of the movie theater is look at adorable pictures of Prince George and North West (preferably together). I don’t know what it is about babies, but I can tell you when my fear of horror movie kids started.
I’ll give you a hint: Redrum.