Think about what frightens you, what really makes you want to turn on the lights and lock the doors. What comes to mind? Vampires and werewolves? Haunted houses and Egyptian curses and demonic possession? Those certainly work, but horror can be more than monsters lurking under your bed or legions of zombies clambering to eat you alive. It can also be found creeping into the everyday lives of normal people. Consider a parent's anguish when her newborn child is stolen from a hospital nursery (MINE, by Robert McCammon); or when the breakdown of the nuclear family has far-reaching consequences (Drawing Blood, by Poppy Z. Brite); or even in an event as innocuous as a carnival pulling into a small Illinois town (Something Wicked This Way Comes, by Ray Bradbury).
As a fan of horror, I hope to take you on journeys through the frightening and the bizarre. Hand in hand, we will sail the currents of creativity. Better yet, ride the rapids of the terrifying, only to come out at the end wet, shaken and damned ready for another ride. Whether through my own works or a discussion of the works of others, we will have a grand time as we gather together in the dark, whispering in one another's ears and looking around to see if anyone, or anything, is sneaking up on us.
So please, let me dim the lights while you pull up a chair. I've locked the doors--or at least, I think I have--and the witching hour is near at hand. And don't mind the scratching on the window. It's only the cat.
Except, I don't have a cat.
Oh, no. . . .