L. H. Maynard

I honestly don’t know how or where I acquired this limited edition book. I must have been suckered in by the “modern take on the traditional ghost story” shill. Anyway, the stories run the gamut from okay to awful. Most are of the make-it-up-as-you-go variety. The quality is about what you would expect from a campfire make up a scary story on the spot game. A typical example of this is an attempt to set one story in the United States at Halloween where the New Englanders quaintly refer to their car trunk as a “boot,” the garbage can as a “rubbish bin,” and the breakfast dishes as “crockery.” Verisimilitude suffers as a consequence, or as we say in the South, “that dog won’t hunt.” It’s general sloppiness like this that makes the stories seem slap dash and uninspired, like you’re just checking off that trope.

It’s now available as an ebook and paperback but even that is a waste of paper and electricity.… (plus d'informations)