The annoying thing about trying to write horror...

... is that, for me at least, it is impossible to write anything scary while I have sunshine streaming through the windows. It's hard to concentrate on the creepy and macabre while everything outside looks sunny and pleasant.

Normally I'd try to crank something out now and try to have it ready before midnight on the West Coast, but I have to get up early tomorrow and that precludes a late nighter.

Therefore, I shall leave you with my favorite horror story. It's my favorite because it's so very, very minimal:

The last man on earth sat alone in a room.

There was a knock at the door...

Pleasant dreams.