Perhaps you've seen the paltry horror section at your libraries and bookstores. Perhaps you've wriggled your way through hoards of horror to emerge unsatisfied and exasperated. Perhaps the King has held sway long enough, and warrants (in your mind) a checkmate of change. Consider this a line, drawn ruddy in the sand. This streak of blood (and tears) will serve as the resting grounds for your endeavors. It is time to further along the diabolical. How else does an emaciated genre find its succor? With you, dear writer, with you. Now, dont don the plated crown of thorns just yet. Do not dilute reality with your delusions of grandeur. Keep it simple and humble. Keep it agonizing. Keep it daily. Keep writing, not because there is a light at the end of the tunnel but because you insist that there be no light, only a myriad of tunnels. Tunnels that demand to swallow the light and binge on all things good.

Today. Today there shall be one less happy ending.