In my introduction to this piece, published in the Fall of 1989, about a couple who find something disturbing hidden in their house, I wrote:<\/p>\n
“This story marked a turning point for me, in that it grew out of my disgust with what is traditionally called a horror story. I am tired of the mythic monsters traditionally used (or should I say, the monsters are themselves tired myths from being overused) and this grew out of my search for something new.<\/p>\n
“I have been asked a number of times—is this piece fiction? Or is it non-fiction? I always answer that I don’t know. I never do.”<\/p>\n
Pulphouse<\/em> was an interesting publishing experiment, in that it was a magazine in book form. The reason that this cover isn’t entirely legible is because all of the type is embossed in red foil on a pebbled stock. (It looks great on the book itself, though.)<\/p>\n This story was chosen to appear in Quick Chills II<\/em><\/a>, a collection of the best short stories of the previous year, and then the 1997 anthology 100 Fiendish Little Frightmares<\/em><\/em><\/a>. It was also collected in These Words Are Haunted<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n