That’s how a scary story works. It echoes some ancient fear. It re-creates some forgotten terror. Something we’d like to think we’ve grown beyond. But it can still scare us to tears. It’s something you’d hoped was healed.

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you’re alive - or praising you after you ain’t.

If you're going to read this, don't bother.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

If anything I try to write something that would be more difficult to film. I tend to see film as competition and would like instead to do what books do best.