Imissed the boat for horror books in time for Halloween, so it seems like I’m making up for lost time. As the days grow shorter, I find myself scurrying back to my den (my comically large to-be-read stack that looms like a sentry at my door) and finally rifling through the books that I’ve neglected for the majority of the summer. Drawn to my flashy covers, I pluck one from the shelves; with a moment of quiet, I begin.

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