“What was the source of the malignant power by which she drew them into an endless night of unearthly horror?”

17. Skinners – John Gordon

It was a little hard to tell when this was taking place, which was disorienting. They had cars and computers, clearly early computers, but it also seemed antiquated, like the streets were lit by gaslight or something. Their diction had a heavy hand in how oddly situated this was as well. When you can’t get oriented in a story and you notice odds and ends that make it confusing, it’s hard to get into the plot. And I liked the idea of the plot – weird cult people who use skin and reanimate corpses or something along those lines. They revealed themselves to a horror writer and also our narrator, a newspaper reporter, and want the horror writer for themselves and I do not entirely recall if why they want the horror writer was spelled out or if they’re just not happy with his horrified reaction to what they were doing. Anyway, the horror writer has gone into hiding with his editor, who just happens to be the newspaper reporter’s dad. And because one of the cult’s number is his sexy former English teacher, some creepy seduction will make it pretty clear where the horror writer is…

 

Thorfy is looking for cults who eat skin in this pastel rainbow fleece blanket. He might not find any.

 

Thorfy with Folk Horror Thorfy, instead of eating skin, he’s eating his little blood red ice cream.
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