Unearthing an old darkness

When Lovecraft and Poe no longer excited me, I dug into Wikipedia for more horror authors. At the library, I stumbled upon a comic book about Jack the Ripper by Rick Geary. I've heard about Jack but I never knew what he actually did. Seemed like a good way to satisfy my horror craving. It was a fascinating read and I began to search for other books of Geary's style. I came across H.H. Homes who started my interest in serial killers. It was a dark turn for me, almost like my emo stage. The only way to balance my emotions was with humor which I read voraciously. 

Now that I'm going into ghouls and their lore, I'm feeling that familiar darkness again. Cannibalism seems to draw out my darker nature. It's not like meeting an old friend, it's more like an old flame. A former obsession that riled you up. A passion you forgot about and the potential turmoil it can cause you if you dive too deep.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Finishing The King in Yellow: The Prophets' Paradise

A Forgotten Legacy, Nonfiction

Review: Hostile Dimensions