Strap on your thinking caps, class, because, well, you’ll see.
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane! It’s an . . . unholy sex demon that’s obsessed with oral sex?
When Chainsaw Terror comes up in conversation among horror novel fans, it’s usually the story of the book’s publication that takes center stage.
There is a very thin line between educator and insan-in-ator.
Remember the time your mom found you masturbating? One minute you were just sitting in your closet, wedged between your old stuffed animals, minding your own business, so to speak, and the next you were covering your crotch in horror while your mom served out a laundry list of warnings on just what happened to bad children like you.
We all go through that phase where we have to grapple with the concept of reality. . . . Right?
Before we get too deep, this is not THAT “Black Christmas.”
You better watch out, you better not cry. Santa Clause is coming to decimate a bunch of teens.
Dana Brookins’ Soul Eater checks the boxes of a classic haunted house book: flawed characters, a run down town, skeptics, believers. And yet in classic mid-80s fashion, it still ends up marching to the beat of its own drum.
Hail . . . Satan?