![]() As the sun sinks, the nights close in and spooky season creeps ever closer, what better time to experience a pleasure shiver or 10? What I was after was that brief, pleasing trickle of fear only a short story can deliver: what I like to call the pleasure shiver. ![]() While all of the stories interlink to form a weird horror ecosystem, I was never chasing a sustained chill. Set on a cursed suburban street, the horrors lurking behind each door unlock tales of were-foxes, predatory swimming pools, vengeful urns and a darts player’s pact with the devil. ![]() Along with the Pan horror anthologies I inhaled as a kid, it was those memories I tried to recapture when I wrote my own collection, Silverweed Road. ![]()
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