For real horror, you need:
- an empty rocking chair, rocking
- a crackle-faced porcelain doll
- the close-up of an eyeball
- a spread-fingered hand on the other side of a window
- a tree swing, creaking back and forth
- and a cat flying out of every closet:
- doesn’t hurt to have a mysterious shape walking past a doorway, either:
is the NYT bestselling author of 30 or so books, +350 stories, some comic books, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots. More