There might be a disconnect. As a child the stories I had read to me were either Bible stories (Archway Books) or wholesome Easy Readers. I think that was pretty typical in the sixties. We didn’t have a lot of money but an abundance of respect for the Bible, so the former by far predominated in my literary experience. As any kid will do, I thought this was normal. There was a stir in the kids’ world two decades later, in the eighties, when Alvin Schwartz began compiling scary folklore and retelling it for children. His Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series has been challenged or banned from the start. Most parents don’t want to admit that their kids like scary tales. We didn’t direct our daughter’s reading much when she was old enough to pick Scholastic Books, and one time she wanted Scary Stories.
We were a bit shocked, not by that, but when a relative got us started on Roald Dahl. His somewhat macabre children’s books were fine. One of them, however—and I can’t recall the title—it’s packed away in the attic—was stories for older kids and it was so gruesome that I had difficulty making it through. Not for me, but thinking about it from the perspective of a young child. I recently had cause to read In a Dark, Dark Room and Other Scary Stories, again by Schwartz. The copy I read wasn’t an original edition, but had illustrations, in color, by Victor Rivas. I tried to think how scary such tales must be for kids who don’t know them already. These illustrations were humorous, which helps, and tended toward Victorian or Edwardian style. Encountering such ideas for the first time, however, could leave an impression.
We tend to find olden times scarier than our own, it seems. Partially this is correct, I suppose. Science has helped us delay the inevitable by ameliorating many things that were formerly deadly. At the same time it has helped those interested in such things to develop even deadlier weapons. Mass shootings have become more common, to be mingled with the quotidian horrors of daily life. Ghost stories hardly seem to be the most scary thing anymore. I don’t know the answer to when kids are psychologically ready for scary things. I still recall our neighbor—she was a few years older than we were—telling my brothers and me scary “true” stories that happened in the woods just across the street. Those were in the “innocent” days before printed ghost stories for kids, but they gave me nightmares even so. It was, however, the machinations of “Bible believers” that led me back to horror as an adult. It’s kind of a disconnect.