True Horror is Quiet and Furtive, Not a Slasher Bloodbath
Do you remember the first Edgar Allan Poe story you read? Mine was The Tell-Tale Heart, read in a dark corner of the old Salem Public Library. Large, musty chairs you sank deep into and creaky wooden floors provided the ambience. Familiar Oregon rain usually pattered on the windows. Jane Gwaltney’s stories revive those feelings for me.