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The Croft Editor's letter: Issue 11

Embracing the fear factor, because 2020 hasn't been scary enough, apparently.

By Orin Carlin, The Croft Editor

The Croft Magazine // Embracing the fear factor, because 2020 hasn't been scary enough, apparently.

Fear is complex. I’m no Derren Brown (though not for want of trying), but I understand that much. What always amazes me are the lengths that some will go to in order to intentionally scare the living daylights out of themselves, all under the pretence of entertainment. In the same way that my brain must have missed the genetic memo about enjoying exercise’s endorphins, I also actively avoid fear’s dopamine (which my blood pressure is totally fine with, the lack of physical exertion – not so much). My ability to find even the most mundane, utterly frightening is borderline impressive – as a child I was genuinely afraid of Spice Up Your Life because I found the tune weirdly ominous. (Full disclosure in the interest of personal growth: I adore the Spice Girls but still find that song slightly disconcerting.)

In The Croft this fortnight, we have catered for you Halloween-aficionados by suggesting alternative ways to celebrate (no easy feat, COVID-19 has ruined the best night of the clubbing calendar, zero fucks given) and some spooky home décor that’ll transform your student flat into a house of horrors - though your overflowing food bin might give us a run for our money.

But what to do when the pumpkins have turned into mush, the spirits have been thoroughly interrogated and your dentist has expressed their disapproval? Crawl out of bed and crack on with Christmas?

Hear ye, hear ye! I cannot bloody wait.

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