I SOOO want a follow-up that features the continuing adventures of Childermass and Vinculus, as well as Honeyfoot and Segundus. I would read them for DAYS.

I watch the “horse sand” scene whenever I need a little pick-me-up (so basically three or four times a day). “Hot rolls and marmalade, anyone?”

He could always take inspiration from Jan Brady. “My girlfriend’s name is...Georgia! Georgia Glass!”

Oh my goodness, yes—Death Becomes Her is comedy gold. I love when Ernest goes apeshit over Madeline Ashton’s absolute crap performance is SONGBIRD!

“Its as contagious and dangerous as ever, but its okay if you still go out.”

My late mother said it best... “Ughhh...men are such pigs”

In hindsight, we should have drawn a name out of a hat, and the winner would get all the gift certificates, so at least ONE person could get a facial or something. Hindsight is both awesome and useless.

You win.

Not a Christmas gift, but back in the ‘90s a woman gave $20 gift certificates to a local spa to me and the rest of our friend group. The lowest-price service was $70, so we’d each have to plunk down $50 (which for us, at that time, was a LOT of money) AND drive an hour each way to the spa. As far as I know, none of us…

1985. My boyfriend at the time and I were pragmatic—he told me what he wanted (a very specific, expensive-for-me pinkie ring) and I told him what I wanted (a record player). He got me a turntable. No speakers. No needle. JUST A TURNTABLE. When I asked him how I was supposed to listen to records without speakers or a…

I’m glad you mentioned Wylding Hall. It’s one of my go-to recommendations, as well—it’s creepy, effective, and economical (I like stories that get the job done in a timely fashion). When it comes to eerie fiction, some titles scare me and others bother me. The ones that bother me tend to linger in my thoughts long…

I’m glad you mentioned “Revival.” That book BOTHERED me. It legit made me lie in bed more than a few nights pondering the horror of that particular vision of the afterlife.

In the movie, there was apparently an alternate ending where the girl gets away but dies and then you see the flowers growing on her grave, about to spread.

I knew BWP was fiction when I saw it in ‘99, and even then it scared me out of the woods for the entire summer. For me, that movie did to hiking in the forest what Jaws did to swimming in the ocean.

Have you read McDowell’s “The Amulet”? Oh my goodness. The scene in the beautician’s shop HAUNTS ME.

Two of my favorite spooky tales are written by women—“The Woman in Black” by Susan Hill and “Wylding Hall” by Elizabeth Hand. They are scary, but even more than that, they BOTHER me. Both books are economical (TWIB is 178 pages and WH is only 138 pages) and relentlessly build a sense of dread. I read them every year…

Oh my gosh, “Night of the Grizzlies.” That book really is nightmare fuel, especially for people who like to go camping in the wild.

Oh FUCK, “The Terror” is terrifying. A great read for long, dark winter nights! The “carnivale” scene goes from weirdly ebullient to flat-out shriekworthy in a shockingly short span.

“The Ruins” is legit terrifying. After I finished reading it, I wondered how long the guardians were going to be able to keep the hill secret. The outside world always finds a way in, eventually.

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