It came to my attention that today is a very important day in spooky, horror history. It is perhaps an even more important day in my own personal spooky history. Thirty-one years ago today, Tales From The Crypt premiered. And if I had to make a list of the horror that has impacted me the most, Tales From The Crypt would likely be at the very top. I was two years old at the time it premiered. You’re probably wondering how a two-year-old could possibly have had any interest in a horror anthology series, but I was already a huge Beetlejuice fan, for what it’s worth. I don’t remember how, exactly, I even learned about the existence of Tales From The Crypt, but once I got a glimpse of it, I was hooked. The opening sequence still gives me goosebumps. My parents, of course, didn’t allow me to watch the full episodes until I was much older, but I lived for the Crypt Keeper’s introductions. He may have actually been the first fictional character that I developed a deep a...