A blogspot dedicated to my existence as a full-time writer in the tradition of H. P. Lovecraft, Robert Bloch and Clark Ashton Smith, and celebrating the world of weird fiction and poetry.
That is most odd. I enjoyed it.
I still remember when the wet cold mold enveloped my face and then entire head. I cannot now remember if I had straws in mouth and nostrils so as to breathe. I've never thought of using the experience in one of my short stories, but I've now made a note and that may happen.
Now that I've watched that, will I die in seven days?
It is not your death that you must fear, but your dreams....
You're a mad genius, Pugmire.