Curt’s in Vegas with a buddy, so I’m on my own for a few days. The apartment is nice and quiet. But all I can think is As soon I step out of this room, the monsters will eat me.

I enjoy screwing with myself, and so I chose this dark and stormy night to begin reading the Swedish horror book Let The Right One In.

Does the rain suddenly take on a sinister aspect, as if something were tap-tapping to gain entrance? Or perhaps it is the sound of some sinister little man, crawling outside my window, testing for weaknesses and slowly, slowly cutting through the glass to murder me while I sleep? Will Curt come home to find the sheets soaked in blood and my dismembered body parts sticking out of pots of various colors, shapes and sizes like grotesque human topiaries!?

;)