I didn’t realize that I had developed a reputation.
In July, the Night Worms team asked me to write a blog post about werewolves. In August, my family gave me werewolf gloves, feet, and a mask for my birthday. Two weeks ago, while driving to Salem, my husband blasted a ten-minute track of nothing but werewolves howling. And just last week, my brother-in-law randomly texted me to ask why werewolves sometimes eat hearts.
Apparently, I have developed a furry, teeth-gnashing, guttural growling, howl-at-the-moon kind of reputation. And...
Pike for All: 10 Christopher Pike Books for Different Types of Horror Fans by Cassie Daley @holo.reader
We’re going to start this off with a little trip down memory lane, since it’s Classic Horror Month for the Night Worms! Instead of sharing some of my more traditional classic favorites, we’re going to go back to what started it all for me in particular: my own ‘classics’, AKA the early 90s & discovering Christopher Pike.
Thank you so much for taking time out of your schedule to spend a few minutes with me to discuss one of my favorite subjects, classic horror, with our Night Worms Friends!
WE: What’s up everybody! Thanks for the opportunity to talk more about paperback horror! I’ve been writing about vintage horror on my blog Too Much Horror Fiction for over 10 years. I hope I can direct you to some good reading material!
First things first let’s get...
Why I hanker after some vampire lovin’.
I was first introduced to all things fanged back in the late ’80s. Rightly or wrongly, I’m not here to debate parenting issues, my dad was into horror big time, and had a glorious hardback book that included these three beauties – Rosemary’s Baby, The Omen, and, most importantly, Salem’s Lot.
Unless you live under a rock, you should know that Salem’s Lot is Stephen King’s 1975 vampire tome.
Readers Beware: You’re in for My List of Scary Classic Kids’ Horror Books
It feels blasphemous to write about children’s horror without uttering the word “Goosebumps” or naming him—the R.L. Stine. But before you brandish your pitchforks, allow me to say this: I was a Goosebumps kid right down to my sinew and bones, honest!
I was part of the Goosebumps Collectors Club.