Sixteen at last!
Isaac is finally a man, and he’s ready to celebrate the biggest night of his life. With his two best friends at his side, he’s throwing the party to end all parties – one that people will be talking about for years to come.
The changes start small – Isaac barely notices that anything is different, at first…
But, his friends can sense something big coming. Something bad.
When it’s over, if there is anyone left to talk about this party of the century, it won’t be about the food, or the games… It will be about the death, and destruction left in the party’s wake.
Well, that and maybe a few lingering hits on the YouTube video of Barbara doing her best Cookie Monster impression, and singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Isaac. ‘Nom nom nom!’
Look for a hidden Easter Egg when the gang gathers around the TV to watch a horror movie.
Stacey is babysitting ten year old Harry Murry. He’s usually all smiles and silly when she sees him, but he seems a little off tonight. His mom said he had a nightmare last night, but when Stacey asks him about it he says it wasn’t a nightmare – it was a voice. A voice that was whispering to him, and laughing at him. When Harry is getting ready for bed, she tells him that there isn’t anything to be afraid of, and she’ll be here for him if he wakes up or gets scared. Stacey is all cozey on the couch and watching tv when she notices the new statue in the corner. A two foot tall freaky clown statue with floppy yellow shoes and a big blue nose. Who makes these abominations? Satan?
Stephen Kings ‘IT’ comes on tv next, and she’s getting weirded out by the creepy-ass statue with the orange nose, and menacing sneer watching her everywhere she goes. It looks different somehow, and as she’s trying to figure out what it is Harry wakes up feeling sick.
Once she gets him back to bed, and congratulates herself for not peeing on the Murry’s couch, she decides she can’t deal with Pogo the Psycho Statute anymore, and grabs a blanket to deal with the abomination.
Right before covering it up she thinks that it doesn’t look AS scary up close. She’s nineteen years old, she’s too old to be afraid of some white make-up and a big red nose… wait… big red nose?
Iain Rob Wright uses the world’s worst nightmare, and most common phobia to ensure that we will need a night-light and a security blanket for the rest of our lives.
But, maybe not… this is only the third installment in the author’s new A-Z of Horror series. By the time we finish the alphabet – we may never sleep again.