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?
You’ll find a bit more than the regular basement fare down here.
I think we can all agree the scarecrow sub genre could use more good stories.
I’m back, back, back again with spooky girls and serious spoilers, but you should journey forward anyway, I promise. *** If there is one disturbing thing in Steve Vance’s Spook, it’s […]
Aloha! Welcome to hell.