Halloween Haunts: Why Write Horror? by Megan Bledsoe
Halloween Haunts: Why Write Horror? by Megan Bledsoe My mom remembers sitting side-by-side with me in a vinyl green recliner back when I was two years old. She had her arm around me, was cuddling me close, when I suddenly gasped and twisted to look behind me. "What? What is it?" Mom asked. "Scary man pinch me." Mom says that I said those words in earnest as I rubbed my backside, that I was dead serious. I don’t remember doing any of this, but Mom says that she twisted around in that squeaky recliner herself and looked around the…
















