Ding, dong. Dinnnng, d-d-d-ding ding ding dinnnnng dong. Dinnnnnnnnnnnng, dong. Nate flung his legs over the edge of the couch and rose to his feet. “Who in the hell?” he hissed through his teeth as he stomped across his creaking, uneven old living room floor. He didn’t check the peephole before he opened the door. Mistake number one, he’d later come to recognize. Click. “Oh. … Continue reading Who did this?
This fall I’ll be unleashing upon the world an anthology of short horror stories. Why would I do this when horror is the least popular of all literary genres aside from One Direction fanfic? (That’s actually probably quite popular, come to think of it) Because I want to, that’s why. I’m frequently left cold by books and short stories claiming to be “horror” when in … Continue reading Why horror?