20 | July | 2026 | MY ENDURING BONES

I’m not one of those horror movie aficionados who goes on a social media platforms and does reviews and in them will toss in factoids about myself like how hard it is to get me to jump at a scene because I’m so hardcore that nothing surprises me in that genre anymore.

Well. That’s not me. I do like horror films. I don’t like to analyze them because I’m watching it for fun, so all I want is a good story and to have a good time.

With that in mind, I will say that one movie had a scene that was a horror scene in it’s purest form.

In this scene there was a monster ( a human one ) another character was going insane right in front of our eyes, another character lost whatever faith he had in humanity- poof just like that and the character who does kill the monster is probably going to dispatch himself after the act ( that’s my guess, it wasn’t in the movie ).

I am talking about the ” What’s in the box” scene from the movie “Seven.”

Of all the horror scenes I have seen this stands alone as the one that has gotten under my skin and nested there.

I’ve re-watched Seven over the years and I will have to say that I still push my back up against my chair and I still sit there and hope as the scene plays that what I know is in that box- can’t be in there. It shouldn’t be there. It isn’t there…is it?

FOWC With Fandango — Boxes

WP Prompt: What’s a movie or book that inspired you to travel?

When I was in elementary school, I won a short story contest and one of my prizes was a book called ” The Ghost Belonged to Me. ”

1913. Alexander Armsworth is a normal boy until he sees a ghost of a girl in his barn, warning him of an impending disaster. This leads to him to become a local hero. But when he explains that a ghost warned him, it uncovers the story of how she came to rest on their property, far from her home in New Orleans, Louisiana. He takes it upon himself to take her body home to New Orleans.

Richard Peck went on to write a series of books featuring Alexander and his neighbor Blossom Culp. To this day I will fight and die on the hill to claim these books are among the best ghost stories in print.

However, after I read and re-read ‘ The Ghost Belonged to Me ” I decided at the age of 11 that one day I was going to go to New Orleans and see the cemeteries and the people who walked to music that you couldn’t hear but you could see.

I wanted to visit the grave of the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau, I wanted to take tea with ladies with a checkered history and wear a fancy gown. I wanted to meet the larger then life characters that Richard Peck wrote about.

Most of all, I wanted to roam around and find ghosts of my own.

The upshot is, when I grew up I visited New Orleans several times and each time I had a great adventure, just like Alexander and Blossom.

But that’s another story.