Settling on the sofa with a bucket of popcorn, I flicked on the telly.
Jamie Lee Curtis’ character Laurie Strode from the film Halloween filled the screen.
In the next shot, serial killer Michael Myers raised his knife…
I shut my eyes, then opened them again, hooked on the action but not daring to watch.
It was Halloween 2018 and I found the scary films on TV a thrill but when I turned them off, the blood and gore faded.
Until one evening in March 2020 when I was 20.
Me and my mate Max Yates, then 19, had been out in his little black Clio.
Turning the corner into a quiet road Max pointed out of the driver’s window.
‘Look, there’s Martyn Logan,’ he said.
Martyn, then 29, was…
