Recently I read Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane, and it reminded me just how much I loved unsettling and scary stories as a kid. I devoured them, page by page: dark fairy tales, stories told from the villain’s point of view, ghost stories. I speed read through an American teenage horror series with delightfully bad illustrations on their …
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