The making of a horror novelist.
I was 21, about to graduate from college and set up my own household, you know, with a sofa that didn’t come from the curb, ceramic plates instead of paper plates, and real cups instead of the plastic freebies with the school mascot on the side. Bring this cup back for a free fountain drink … Continue reading The Odd Writer
I was working outside in a park where sounds dissipate rather than echo off walls like inside a building. The nearest person was my boss on my left side, about six yards away. What I thought was a tall teenage boy leaned over my right shoulder and, half-giggling, yelled, “Boo!” He then let out an … Continue reading The Freakiest Thing That Ever Happened at Work
