People Hear That I Am A Horror

I Have The Heart Of A Child. I Keep It In A Jar On My Shelf.

Henderson Sighed. There Was A Time, He Reflected, When The Coming Of This Night Meant Something. A Dark Europe, Groaning In Superstitious Fear, Dedicated This Eve To The Grinning Unknown. A Million Doors Had Once Been Barred Against The Evil Visitants, A Million Prayers Mumbled, A Million Candles Lit. There Was Something Majestic About The Idea, Henderson Reflected.

Horror Is The Removal Of Masks.

So Much For Modern Science And Its Wonderful Discoveries That Just About Everything Can Kill You. Life Is Only A Bedtime Story Before A Long, Long Sleep.

We're All Not Quite As Sane As We Pretend To Be.