“Viscerally horrifying on an elemental level.”
—Theresa Halvorsen, author of River City Widows and Warehouse Dreams
“A barrage of short, tongue-in-cheek blasts of horror that hit like
a load of buckshot to a zombie’s braincase…”
—Brian Asman, author of Man, Fuck This House
Frantic, hungry claws scraping against wood…
The whining of a drill as it grinds through bone…
The ravings of a lunatic amid the honking of gridlocked cars…
Agonized shrieks through the phone line, followed by the rending of flesh…
The hypnotic, deadly tones of a calliope on a warm summer night…
When the sun goes down and darkness claims the land…
When the silence descends, isolating the lonely, the desperate, the weak…
These are the
Night Sounds
you would hear, should you care to listen.
And just below it, if you strain your ears, you will hear
what the night sounds mask…
The sounds of human suffering,
the music of the night.