H.P. Lovecraft, in his essay Supernatural Horror in Literature, remarked that, “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
He was, in my opinion, completely correct. The best horror stories, the ones that give you that spooky, unsettled feeling, are those that leave you with unresolved questions. Obviously, however, there are other things that we can fear, and excellent horror can tap into other emotions, such as love.
I was thinking about the use of love as a vehicle for horror fiction the other day. There are, of course, many stories which do this, but one subset of ‘love-horror’ fiction gets relatively little play, to the best of my knowledge. There are stories which treat, either directly or through metaphor, the awful uncomfortable feelings one can get when faced with genuine, but unwanted affection from an unsuitable suitor. I don’t count stories which deal with stalkers or evil, twisted suitors, of which there are many.
