The Night My Courage Clocked Out
A Memoir of Fear in Someone Else’s Living Room November 24, 1979 Sweetest singing I ever heard. And a feeling like drowning. And eyes...eyes! - Mike Ryerson, Salem's Lot
The Whistler on Harris Hill
Spoken by One Who Didn’t Listen People around Elmira tell the story different ways, but it always starts on the north side, where the Chemung drags slow through town and the hills decide who they’re going to notice.
The Ferryman Waits
Not all who wait at the threshold mean to enter. Some wait for you to step out. Fog thickens...congeals - the way dread settles when it chooses a host. Only then do I notice the lake breathing again, its exhalation brushing my skin like a hand returning from earth with something to confess.
The Wolfman on Lincoln Street
I was eleven, and the house was so quiet it felt like it had stopped breathing. Downstairs, my family was watching some dumb show - Dad in his easy chair, Skipper curled on his lap, my mother probably knitting, my brother and sister laughing at canned jokes from the set. I had my own show, upstairs, in the dim hum of my bedroom, the black and white TV I bought at a rummage sale for five bucks. The picture was small, but it worked if you hit the side just right. That night, The Wolf Man came on. Lon Chaney Jr. - big, sad eyes, that fog-soaked…
The Wolfman (1941)
I love the old Universal horror movies ! Frankenstein , Phantom of the Opera, The Wolf Man, all of 'em! I remember being scared out of my gourd watching these movies on a Saturday night, and sometimes even in broad daylight on a Saturday morning!
