I’m an aficionado of the horror genre. Bad horror movies? Awww, yisss. Really good scary movies – the kind that make you want to turn on every light in the house and check under your bed just to be sure there’s nothing lurking – even better. The Walking Dead? You’d better believe I’m a card-carrying Dead-Head, Walker Stalker, or whatever they’re calling us TWD fanatics these days (if Daryl dies, we riot).
Not long ago, I was watching a good scary movie by myself, with all the lights off. My evil kitty, who’d made herself scarce all night long, suddenly decided that the moment right before the movie’s biggest scare was the perfect time to go slinking by the couch where I was huddled. I caught only the briefest glimpse of motion – a single flick of her gray tail – from the corner of my eye, but it was enough to make me sling my head around fast enough to give myself whiplash (and quite nearly a heart attack).
Why? Because the human eye is attracted to motion.