Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror

by Jordan Peele

even the righteous need to cover their asses.

he glances up and notices another of those damn billboards. The local megachurch has them everywhere, trying to scare people into buying their pastor another beach house.

Now it was all do-it-yourselfers.

sometimes the best monster hunters are monsters themselves.

No tired creases bracketing her mouth, no eyes shadowed by exhaustion, none of the tells of a lived life that cameras collude to hide.

With a simple fetal blood sample run through a complicated mass spectrometer, you could know if your baby might eat you.

I sit. I need all of me to think.