NOTE FROM UNDERGROUND
Living at the Rue Morgue manor, surrounded by horror posters, collectibles, and fellow fanatics, it’s easy for me to forget that, at one point, my love of the genre was a solitary sport. My friends just weren’t into it – guys or girls. Neither were my sisters (although they had left the nest by the time I was old enough to really bond with them) nor my folks – although my mom and I enjoyed spooky Sunday evenings with new episodes of The X-Files, before we decided it got too conspiracy-y. In the early days of the internet, back when you needed to convince your parents not to use the phone lest they bump you offline, word-of-mouth was the most reliable disseminator of horror gems, and I didn’t have that…