Stephen King is my friend. He just doesn’t know it. Let’s face it, he just doesn’t know me. But he saved me, nonetheless. I grew up in the housing projects. Enough said, right? Want a dream killer? Grow up in an environment that seems to prep you for prison rather than for college.
I was plain and quiet, let me translate that for you, I was bully meat. I earned straight A’s. Need any more translation than that? Even so, I was overwhelmed by hostile surroundings that had me seeking shelter in my bedroom. Reading was my preferred outlet. I guess I needed pretend horror to help me deal with my reality.
Romance is nice with all the hugging and kissing and blending of bodies, but it was horror that stuck with me. It was the scary stories that chilled my bones and kept me wide-eyed alert at night. I loved and still love horror stories.
Let me just say this again. It is an honor to be compared to him.
I am a huge Stephen King fan. I love his books. Christine was my Favorite. I loved that cool Terror car.
Hi GloriaM, he is absolutely one of the best. My favorite will always be Salem’s Lot. Goodbye hunky, sexy vampires. We’re just food. Creepy. One day I will be as good! 🙂