If you’ve been hanging out with me, you know that I just can’t seem to get Alabama out of my system. Remember when I threatened to turn my childhood into a horror story about demon? Well, it’s arrived. At least partially. As a working title, I call it ‘Appalachia’. Put simply, it details an outbreak […]
Tonight, I went to a concert. The kind of music doesn’t really matter for the purpose of this story, but it’s the kind of music that speaks to my soul. I don’t believe such a thing exists, but that choice of words still works for me. Let me tell you why.
Who would believe my stories about the south?
I bet many of you wouldn’t. I could write an entire memoir of horror stories, and most people would find it more believable if I filled them with imaginary demons.