We'd make fun of my mom. She'd leave the room as the clock struck 8...."Where you going, mom?" "Oh," she'd say, "it's time for
Trauma." "Ewww," everyone would say. "That's such a gory/weird/scary show," we'd say as she walked upstairs.
Then, one night, I was housesitting. Having watched the movie I'd rented too many times already, I sat idly flipping around the channels.
Blood.
Lots of it. A guy was being wheeled into the CAT scan. I did a double take. The man had a 6 inch bowie knife embedded
in his HEAD.
Needless to say, after that I was hooked.