Due to personal reasons, covered in my blog, I have decided never to publish “The Barn.” My apologies.
Is loneliness enough to push someone over the brink?
Is sexuality a path to destruction?
What is horror?
It’s a reasonable question isn’t it?
Is horror merely a definition by genre of things that go bump in the night? Is there an unwritten requirement that says true horror can only be the result of magnificent monsters? Or are the real monsters, the source of horror at it’s core, the minds of men and what they are capable of?
My goal as a horror writer is to lead you on a path through the telling of my tales, a path which will illuminate the darkest corners of the minds of human monsters.