Walking through the field of dead grass behind the apartments, I noticed it was dark. It was only the early afternoon in Texas. Overhead, what had been a beautiful clear day was overcast, the clouds storming in swiftly from the west to create a blanketed sky. I watched the clouds for a moment, standing alone in the field of dead grass before I felt the too long, cold fingers, grasp and pull me down and under.
Published by John Baltisberger
I fell in love with horror in a roundabout way. I liked Conan the Barbarian. He was intelligent, fierce and able to get with strong beautiful women. Best of all, his creator was a Texan like me! Reading Robert Howard led me to Lovecraft and Ashton Clark Smith. I hope to conjure the same feelings of dread and mystery, maybe without the crippling 1930's racism! View all posts by John Baltisberger