This blog is written by my co-editor, Cheryl Clemens:

Thirty-one years ago my best friend Beth and I went to see John Carpenter’s “Halloween” in the movie theater. We screamed, hid our eyes, held our breath in terror — everything you’d expect while watching a horror movie.

Flash forward to today. I just finished watching the movie again — this time it’s the edited for TV version — with my 14-year-old daughter. Her reaction has been quite different than mine.

When Michael Myers steps out from behind a tree, a screeching sound effect makes me jump. “Wow, that was a random noise,” she laughs. Laughs! “That sounded like a broken elevator or something.”

As one of the characters is strangled with a phone cord, Lucy watches in disbelief. “A phone cord? Is that even strong enough to kill someone?”

As Laurie, the heroine, searches through a dark, empty house where unknowingly her friends have been murdered, Lucy says, “You know, that’s a really cute outfit she’s wearing.”

At a commercial, I ask her if she’s scared. “I’m suspensed,” she answers, then adds a moment later (apropos of nothing), “I wonder how snakes pee.”

Michael Myers attacks Jamie Lee Curtis and slashes at her arm, causing her to tumble down the steps. Lucy laughs hysterically. “Oh, yea, like you’re really going to fall down the steps because your sleeve is ripped!”

Finally, at the very end, I could tell she was caught up in the horror aspect of the film during the he’s dead, he’s not dead, he’s dead, is he dead?, he’s not really dead sequence. She hid her eyes once and even jumped.

As the movie ends, Donald Pleasence stares off into space. I turn to look at Lucy to gauge her reaction. “Wow,” she says. “He looks just like my science teacher last year.”

Guess her generation has a different definition of horror than mine.