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.
The contributing factors to me almost losing my shit from reading this installment in the author’s version of The ABC’s of Horror… 1. I started reading at 4 a.m. 2. I’m in a new-to-me house, complete with strange noises that are probably harmless during daylight hours. Bonus that I’m not completely convinced that this place isn’t haunted, and staring into the dark abyss at the top of the spiral staircase terrifies me to an unstable level. 3. My husband washed up with that mechanic’s soap, so I kept getting whiffs of a tangerine / orange scent… you’ll understand this one after reading the story.
In Iain’s horror-filled alphabet, B is for Bogeywoman, the Bogeywoman that Dean sees living under Wendell Kurtz’s bed. Is it just a nightmare, or do monsters really exist? Look under the bed if you’re feeling brave.
I was lucky to download B is for Bogeywoman and C is for Clown for free during a special promotion, but I’ll be buying A is for Antichrist today on Amazon. (I’m also going on a hunt for D is for Degenerate, because word around the campfire whispers that D was banned from Amazon! Oh joy!)
I’ll definitely be following this entire series. It’s a collection that would be great to show off on a bookshelf.
Only .99¢! Don’t pass these up!