Connor loved all things horror. Movies, comics, novels, rumored haunted houses. The rush of adrenaline he felt when he daydreamed about things that go bump in the night was the ultimate high. The fictional tales of monsters, ghosts, and the walking dead somehow made him feel better about his benign existence. No matter how bad he felt things were going in his life, he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about being gutted by a raging, bloodthirsty werewolf. Nor was he at risk of having his blood drained by an ancient vampire.
